Author: Madame Ovary Title: Cousin Brandi Summary: Brandi's life sucks. She needs to get away & find some solitude, & who better to call than her favorite first cousin's husband, now a widower. A weekend visit leads to a very revealing time. Keywords: MF, cons, rom <!--ADULTSONLY--> Brandi's made a tough road for herself to hold over the years, but that hasn't stopped Henry, the husband of her first cousin, from liking her more than he should have. Her latest crisis has her really down and out, so she calls Henry, hoping she can some visit him for some good conversation and food, and a quiet weekend. But now that Henry's a widower and Brandi's headed for her 3rd divorce, the timing seems right for him to lay his cards on the table and tell her how he's felt all these years. He's got nothing to lose except maybe his relationship with her, which grows increasingly distant anyway as her life continues to spiral out of control. Cousin Brandi By: Madame Ovary Copyright: October 2015 Chapter 1 I'd known Brandi, my wife's first cousin, since she was in her early teens, and now and Brandi was in her mid-thirties. Brandi had been a first cousin to my now deceased wife Jeannie, and they had always been very close...more like sisters only months apart rather than cousins with my wife having been 10 years the elder of the two. Brandi and I had always gotten along fine all those years and there had been a friendly, trusting relationship between us. She loved Jeannie, and had come to love me as a result. Brandi had come to our house for weekend visits many times over the years, especially when she had her first baby and then subsequently got divorced from the father, all in the same year. She made the 2 hour drive to our country house almost every weekend back then, and brought the baby with her to get away from the reality of her life at home. We knew her home life was pretty bad, but to her credit she didn't spend her time bad-mouthing her ex-husband. We also surmised that Brandi had likely been very difficult to live with and in a way, felt like both of them were to blame for the failed marriage. I'd always thought Brandi was a sexy kind of gal, as she was a wild, dirty girl-next-door, kind of chick. But in all the years we knew each other, there was never a hint of flirting or misbehaving between us. I had hoped to change that after I lost my wife, but the opportunity never seemed to happen and be right. Brandi came to stay with me for two nights after my wife had passed, and I'd kind of hoped she would come to my bedroom and share my bed with me those two nights, but she didn't. We didn't even flirt with each other, but I chalked that up to the recent loss of my wife. There was no way I could live with Brandi for more than a few days at a time because of her personality and frenetic pace, but I sure had had my share of nasty fantasies about her over the years. We'd kept in sporadic contact throughout the years after I lost my wife, but it was usually an email, a text, or a rare phone call. Brandi had taken Jeannie's loss very hard, and had even gotten a tattoo commemorating Jeannie's loss, and I knew she struggled mightily with it for well over a year afterward. But then one day about 3 years after I'd lost Jeannie, I got a cryptic text saying: I miss you, and I miss Jeannie. Things are really horrible here right now and I could really use a friend and need to hear your voice. Can you call me tonight around 8pm? I wondered what that was all about, but figured that her life was in turmoil yet again. But on the other hand, I was single now and I felt like it was now or never to get to know Brandi a little better. At eight o'clock sharp, I called her and she answered on the second ring. "Hey, Henry!" I could hear the weariness in her voice. "Hey, baby girl!" I'd never called her that before, but what the heck? "How are you? How have you been?" She asked, not willing to come to the point just yet apparently. "Better than I was, and not too awful bad right now at the moment" I answered. I knew she was referring to the grieving process I'd been going through. "But how are you doing, sweetie?" I asked gently, trying to sound concerned. There was a pause at the other end. "Not so good, Henry." There was a long pause after that, but she wasn't offering any more information...yet. "Wanna tell me about it?" "Well...Chris and I are through, and I'm back up at my folks for now. They're watching the boys and I'm just a wreck. I'm really not thinking straight, and...well...it's just a bad time for me and the boys." She had struggled to get that out. "I'm sorry to hear that, baby" I said, using terms of endearment that were not common for me to use with her. Another long pause. She'd heard me use some new terms of endearment with her in the last minute and she had to be wondering what was up with that. I also had a strong suspicion she was waiting for me to offer my house for a visit this coming weekend. I would, but if she was coming, I didn't want her boys to come with her. I had other things in mind for us. Hopefully. I decided to throw her a bone and see where it led. "You mentioned you wouldn't mind getting away in your text?" "Yeah..." she said quietly, hopefully. Another pause. "With or without the boys?" I asked. She knew that meant I just wanted it to be the two of us. This was the last big hurdle. "Well...the boys are OK right now at mom's, so I was thinking it might be good for me to get away by myself for a couple of days. But then I know you probably have things to do this weekend..." she added quickly, searching me out, and offering me a way out all at the same time. It was Tuesday evening, and she knew I was off on Fridays. She was at her mom's so she wasn't working this week, apparently, since work was over 3 hours from her mom's house. "I don't have anything planned right now, honey. Why don't you come in Thursday night and that gives us three days and nights to relax, and if you end up needing to leave Saturday, it still gives us two days together. But if you're coming, I hope it'll be a longer stay than just a day or two. And...I don't want you to contact Chris while you're hear or answer your cell if he calls." I had stopped sounding so sympathetic with that last sentence. There was a long pause at her end, and I heard a sigh. Was it a sigh of relief or of exasperation? "I was hoping you'd be ok with it. I really miss you, Henry. I know you have to be lonely, and to be honest, I'm feeling pretty lonely and down right now myself. But I don't want to be a burden on you, and I hope my visit won't trigger bad memories for you." I paused. "Are you kidding me, girl?" I said. "Pack for three days and nights and plan on having a relaxing and fun time. And if you leave before Sunday, I'm going to be upset with you," I said that, leaving her to guess if I was serious or not. There was a pause at the other end. "Thank you so much, Henry!" she said emotionally. "And I don't have a problem with not talking to anyone else. I want this to be just the two of us also." There was a pause, and I said nothing so she said; "So...I'll see you around 7 Thursday night, OK?" "I'll have a nice dinner ready for us for about 7:30 then, honey." I said, and that was that. ? Brandi had shared enough to let me know her 3rd marriage was toast. Her first marriage was toast while she was still pregnant with her first son, and that was almost 15 years ago now. Her second marriage was toast after less than a year, but he was a druggie, and that was during a really bad stretch in her life. Her history and the fast pace of her life were two big reasons why I could never handle her long-term. She talked very quickly and almost incessantly, and never seemed to just calm down and relax...or grow up. My country house had always been an oasis of calm for Brandi and we both knew that. My wife and I had kind of hoped our lifestyle and way of dealing with things would rub off on her. But if it had, it was only in superficial ways. Like I said before, not long after I lost Jeannie, Brandi came to visit. She had nothing but fond memories of our house and the times she spent there with us, and I had fond memories of the summer she brought her new baby for weekend stays. Years later, Brandi came back to visit under better circumstances and it was even nicer for everyone. Those visits were with her 2 kids, one of which she shared with her 3rd husband, Chris. Jeannie and I had really liked Chris and had been surprised at her choosing him, so now I was thinking she'd screwed it up for them and he'd given her the boot. I was glad that this time she was coming alone, but then Brandi's plans (and life) changed like the weather and anything was possible in the next 48 hours before she was to come here. The truth was, I'd had the hots for Brandi since she was 14. Sick, I know, but there it is. She was dark featured and dark skinned and had a pretty nice body and those kind of hard-core girl-next-door looks that made you just want to fuck her hard for a weekend. And I'd always wanted that. To fuck her. I doubted anything would come of her visit, but I aimed to push my luck with her a little this time. Chapter 2 Wednesday night, the phone rang. It was Brandi. I figured she found a reason to stay home and was calling to beg off. It was either that or she was calling to say she was going to have to bring the boys with her. But she surprised me this time, as neither of those were the case. "Hey, Henry" she said quietly. "Hey, baby girl" I said, waiting for the change of plans, but there was a long pause. "You OK?" I asked patiently. "No" she said, and I heard the sniffle and the break in her voice. "Wanna tell me about it?" "No. I just needed to hear your voice again" she said, and now she sounded like that little girl. "Rough day at the office, dear?" I asked jokingly. She snorted. "Rough days are my every day now, I think" she said, feeling sorry for herself. "Only you can do something about that, baby doll" I said. Pause. "I know" she replied. "I know you must think I'm a loser, Henry. I've ruined everything in my life and can't keep a relationship going to save my life." She paused, hoping I would tell her otherwise, but I said nothing. "I'm still coming tomorrow night, I just needed to hear your voice again tonight, I guess. Everything's so fucked up here, and your life has always been so peaceful, and I need some of that right now," she said quietly. "It hasn't always been so peaceful" I said, reminding her without having to say a word of the accident that took my wife from me. There was a another pause. "I know. Sorry" she said. "It's just that I have such good memories of your place and my visits there and...well...I wouldn't mind just some quiet time with you and getting to know you better now that these first 3 years are behind us." I knew she was referring to the last 3 years of adjusting to living without Jeannie...for both of us. "Well, I'll be glad to have you as a roomie for three nights. I think a little home cooking, good wine, and slow days and nights with good conversation and no worries are in order for both of us. And to be honest, I wouldn't mind having you all to myself like that, Brandi." I'd never said anything like that before to her, and I knew it was leading and slightly forward, but I needed to feel her out. "That sounds really good right about now" she answered, still sniffling. "You're still coming alone...right?" I asked. "Yeah, I am" she said quickly. "I guess I was kind of thinking like you. I wouldn't mind having you all to myself for a while, either" she said, letting that drop out of nowhere. I decided to take the chance now. "I like that idea a lot, Brandi. In fact, I have a confession to make about you, girl" I said cryptically. "What do you mean...a confession?" she asked hesitantly. "Do you remember when you were young and Jeannie and I had only been married a short time. I rented a ski boat and we took it out for an afternoon on the lake. Do you remember that?" I asked. "Yes!" she said. "I haven't thought about that in forever!" she went on. "Yes...well...I never forgot about it" I replied. "What do you mean?" she asked slowly. "It was the first and last time I saw you in a bathing suit" I said. "A white bikini, if I remember correctly?" Pause. "I think you're right!" she said, thinking back now. "It was a white bikini! But how do you remember that?" she asked, somewhat breathlessly now it sounded. "Because you were stunning in it" I said quietly. She said nothing. "Your young skin was flawless and a beautiful tanned brown, and your figure was just beginning to reveal itself." She snorted, but I could tell she was slightly unsure of her footing and that I'd very likely embarrassed and caught her completely off guard. She paused as if wondering how to answer with me being that uncharacteristically forward. "Yes...well...that was a long time ago and 2 children ago. My figure isn't what it used to be, Henry, I can tell you that!" she said and now she sounded nervous. "Oh, I'd disagree with you there" I said quietly. "Remember, I just saw you less than 6 months ago, and to me, you have a mature woman's figure now, and the mature looks that are hard not to take a second or third look at." I dropped that bomb. There was a long pause after that statement, but I could hear her breathing and it seemed to be getting heavier. "If you say so...but it's a nice compliment! So...is that your confession then?" she said hesitantly. "No" I said. "But are you sure you want to hear it, now, Brandi?" I asked quietly. Clearly she was running back over the things I'd just said in her mind. "I think I do, Henry" she replied. "Well, this goes back to that boat we rented on the lake. All that day, I watched you, getting in and out of the boat. Your skin brown and perfect and so tight and wet from the cool water." I stopped then. "And...well maybe this isn't something you want to hear about, Brandi..." I said, dropping that comment, but she was quicker to come back than I had hoped she would. "Oh, no, Henry! I want to hear this!" She said quickly. "Please?" "Well, if you're sure...I'll go on. Anyway, at some point, you got out of the boat and I went to help you pull the ladder up and I could clearly see down the top of your bikini" I said, then stopped. "You could!" she said a little too loudly. Then there was a long pause when I didn't respond. "So...what did you see?" She asked, and now I was sure her breathing was accelerated. "I saw the most beautiful firm, tiny breast capped by an erect and dark nipple, and the water droplets that were hugging it." I said, then stopped. There was a really long pause now, but I'd heard her breath catch. I figured that now she'd either beg off coming for the weekend, change the subject, get upset with me, or ask me why I was telling her this. She did none of those things. "Did Jeannie know you saw me?" she asked, and I knew that was a good sign. "No," I replied. "She never knew. I positioned myself between her and you, and to be honest with you, I'd hoped to see just what I saw" I answered. "You'd hoped to see my tits?" she asked. "Really? You were hoping to see my..." She stopped as the ramifications of that thought struck home. There was another long pause when I didn't answer her again. "So...how...why...why are you telling me this, Henry?" she asked as if trying to push forward with this but unsure of exactly how to go about it. I did notice that there was no hint of fear or anger or disappointment in her voice. Only curiosity. I was getting aroused now by what that could mean. "Well, this is where the rest of my confession comes into play, Brandi" I said, then paused. "So do you still want me to continue?" I asked again. She said nothing for a second, then; "Well...yeah...I think I do, Henry!" she replied, but her voice had changed and sounded somewhat huskier. "Well, the rest of it goes something like this. When we got home that night, Jeannie and I had wild sex and I ended up taking her from behind while she was on her knees. And to be honest, I fantasized it was you I was taking and not her that night. And that made it very hot for me. And I need to tell you that my fantasy was played out many other times after that, Brandi" I added. Her breathing had definitely picked up now. I heard her swallow then. "R-r-r-eally?" was all she could get out. "Is that all...true, Henry?" she asked haltingly. "It's true, Brandi. I've always found you attractive, and desirable, but Jeannie never knew and I never let on to you or anyone else about that...until just now" I said. "I..." she stammered. "I...hardly know what to say, Henry" she responded. "Do you remember coming here a few months after the accident to visit, and you spent two nights with me then?" I asked. "Yes" she said, but it was more like a question. She wanted to know more. "I hoped you would come to my room that first night and join me in my bed, Brandi" I said. I heard her breath suck in then, and there was a long pause. I decided to go one step further. "I'll even tell you that I slept in your bed the next two nights after you left because I could smell you in it still, and I had very powerful orgasms both nights in that bed." "Well..." she stammered and paused as if wondering if she needed to keep talking. There was a pause of perhaps 5-10 seconds but it seemed more like a minute. Then she dropped a bomb back on me. A very big bomb. "I seem to remember hoping you would come to me in my bed those nights and join me there, Henry..." she countered. And then I knew, and for the first time that night, I was speechless and it was my turn to catch my breath. "You know what that means, then, Brandi" I said. "I hope I do" she said, and I started to get hard when I heard her say that. "That means I'm going to have my mouth on you tomorrow night, and finally get to taste you and please you and make you cum until you beg me to stop" I said. And I heard her groan then. "And that means I'll finally get to see your cock and taste your cum and look into your eyes when we do it!" she replied. "I'll see you tomorrow night at 7, and Henry?" she paused. "Yes, baby girl?" I said. "I think I'll be staying till late Sunday, so make sure you have a supply of clean sheets for us, ok, honey?" she said, "and I'm glad one of the two of us finally had the courage to say what we really thought about each other. Thank you for that, my sweet man!" she said. Damn! I thought. That girl had it in for me the whole time too! I was going to treat her fine this weekend and not make her want to leave. But then what? I asked myself. I knew I couldn't stand to be with her full time or for more than a few days. Maybe we could just do this once in a while, or maybe this would be a one time good deal? She knew I wouldn't be interested in having 3 boys around, and I think she knew this was just about having fun with each other and living out some sexual fantasies...right? Time would tell, I told myself. We said almost nothing else after that to each other, but both of us hung up breathlessly and promised to see each other tomorrow night at seven. Chapter 3 Brandi was early getting to my house, which was pretty much a first for her. To tell the truth, I had expected her to be late as usual. After all we were talking about a woman whose life could be like either a fast-moving train or a train wreck. I'd changed the sheets on the beds in both my room and the guest room. I figured she wouldn't be comfortable sharing the same bed I did for so many years with her favorite cousin, so I was ready for either way she wanted it. I told her I'd have dinner ready and I did. She always had loved my spaghetti so that's what we had with a salad and bread and a semi-sweet red wine. She looked awesome as she came up to me and we hugged and for the first time ever, we kissed on the lips. It was gentle and friendly, but it was electric. I held her for a moment, then kissed her again and this time I touched my tongue to her lips and just like that she opened her mouth and her tongue danced with mine. Now it was more than electric, and I felt the blood rushing to my cock. I'd taken a 5mg "weekend" Cialis pill earlier that day, and it seemed to already be working on me. I helped her carry her bags into the house and acted a little embarrassed as she asked me if I would move her car out behind my shed. I nodded and told her I understood completely and I took care of it. There were too many prying eyes in this town, and neither of us needed that intrusion or wanted any guests that weekend. She was clearly very nervous, but then so was I. Dinner was good, but she just picked at it. We talked a little about everything, but mostly about the house and her memories of it. I told her this visit was going to be a happy one, filled with new memories, and that we should try to not speak too much about the old memories. She nodded, then forced a smile. I was beginning to wonder if she was going to back away from what we thought we were going to do, but then she was here, wasn't she? And that was at least three-fourths of the battle in my mind. When we finished, she helped me put up the food and dishes, and I asked her if she'd like to take a bath. She smiled and said that would be great, so I poured her a hot bath in the second bathroom and put some nice bubbly in it. When it came time for her to go back for her bath, I told her I'd let her soak and be up front watching a little TV. She seemed to relax at that and went back to take her bath. About 45 minutes later, she came up front wearing a pink bathrobe, and smelling like a sweet little girl. Her bare feet were as cute as I remembered and her toes were painted a playful red. She said on the couch with me and I offered to rub her feet. She smiled and laid back and I rubbed her feet for several minutes. At one point, she moved and I could tell she was wearing nothing under her robe and I caught a glimpse of furr between her legs. As soon as I did, I looked up at her, and she smiled secretively at me, knowing I'd seen her. "Are you trying to seduce me, baby girl?" I asked as my hands went up to her muscular calves. Brandi was a runner, and I could feel and see it in her legs. I couldn't wait to see what that running had done to keep the rest of her in shape. I was getting hard, and she let her other foot come down to rest on my crotch, then moved it against me. "Mmmmmmaybe" she said with a shy, sly smile. I reached for her hand and pulled her up and to me, so she could curl into my side. I kissed her hair and reached for her hand. It was soft and supple, and I was really turned on now. We sat there and watched some stupid movie that neither of is were interested in and then her hand went to my thigh and worked its way up to my aching cock. She looked up at me then and we kissed sweetly, then more intensely, and then she got up and sat on the floor between my legs and lowered her robe. "My shoulders really ache tonight from the drive..." she hinted. She'd lowered her robe just enough for me to see and reach her shoulder blades but no more, and I rubbed her as she moaned and groaned. Her skin was tight and silky smooth and nicely tanned a rich dark color. "Your skin is so silky and beautiful, girl! Just like I remember it from over 20 years ago." I breathed deeply. She moaned a little at that comment. She was kind of tight and had a few knots that I was able to work out, and I made the massage therapeutic but also sensual. "This sure is a crappy movie, isn't it?" she said out of the blue. I agreed. She stood up and pulled her robe back up, then took my hand. "Let's go lay down" she whispered, looking me in the eye. I stood up and she led me toward the bedroom holding my hand. I'd told her earlier in an offhand way that I'd changed the sheets in both rooms earlier, but she let that comment go. I thought it would be interesting to see which bedroom she chose. In a few moments, we passed by the guest room and went to my room. She pulled the sheets down, and turned off the bedside light. The only light in the room now was coming from the bathroom around the corner in the hall, so she was in silhouette at most. I was standing there in front of her, and I put my hands on her upper arms and gently pulled her to me. I kissed her lightly, then heard her sigh and her arms came up around me and we kissed for real then, our tongues dancing and each of us moaning. This went on for a little bit and then she pulled away. "Wow!" I heard her say quietly. Then I saw the robe fall and felt her reach for my shirt. I stood there as she unbuttoned my shirt and helped me out of it. I kicked my shoes off and then she was going for my jeans. When they fell, I felt her reach for me. "Oh, my god, Henry!" she groaned. I was very hard and quite thick, and even though I only had seven inches, the girth made up for it. She stroked me gently and we kissed again. Her hands were like silk. My hands went to her breasts and for the first time, I felt the nipples that I'd been fantasizing about for 25 years. They were full and thick and very firm. Clearly, she'd breast fed one or more of the boys. "Oh, yes, baby girl!" I groaned. I moved her to the bed and she sat on the edge. I kneeled in front of her then and lifted her legs. As I did, they opened and then I could smell her and knew she was quite wet for me. She fell back on the bed and I moved in to kiss her everywhere down there except that one spot. She was silky soft everywhere and pretty damn firm for a 37 year old mother of two. The fact that I was a full 20 years older than her seemed to not matter at all to her tonight, which I was really grateful for now. Her smell assaulted my senses. Ripe, mature, pungent, fruity, and so damn female. I brushed my lips against her fur and found it wet. Her hands went to my hair and she called out my name quietly, in a whisper. I'd fantasized about this moment for a long, long time and to tell the truth, it felt more like a dream and not reality as I opened my mouth and put it over her slit. She cried out, and then I went to work. In the dark I was familiarizing myself with a pussy I'd never seen but in a few moments I realized her pussy lips were quite large and thick, and they stuck out a good bit. But the real turn-on was the huge lump that was her clit, and when I found it, I lost all track of time, and I think she did too. I'd happened to notice when we got back there, that it was 9:49 which I could tell from the red LED's on my bedside clock. It was after 10:30 when I finally quit eating her pussy, and in that time, I know she came multiple times and was alternately cursing or whimpering, or crying out loudly, or calling out to god or to me, and I was afraid she'd pulled some of the hair off my head during this rampage! Her taste was heady and full, and very feminine. And it was clear she hadn't been eaten like this in a long, long time. My face and beard were soaking wet, and so were the sheets under her ass, but I didn't care. I'd cupped her ass and rimmed her several times, which drove her into a frenzy and she pulled my face into her ass as I'm pretty sure she came from my technique. Once I'd gone that far, I got her on her knees near the edge of the bed and buried my face in her long crack, enjoying her wide-open cunt and her dark tight asshole in a different way. Her thick pussy hair seemed to extend down either side of her healthy lips, but not much more below that, so the bottom of her slot and her asshole felt quite smooth and accessible. I only quit eating her because she was begging me to stop, and it took another 5 minutes of her begging for me to quit. It had been a long time for me, and the taste and feel of her was exquisite and it was very difficult for me to want to stop. It had been over three years since I'd done this and I was like a man in the desert led to fresh water. She'd gotten very wet, and it actually felt like she might have squirted just a tiny bit once or twice during one of her orgasms, which I was really proud of. I wanted to see that happen when I could see what I was eating this weekend! She pulled me up to her, and held me tight, kissing me deeply. I could tell she was crying, and I let her have that time to get it out of her system. "God I wish even one other guy I've known in my life could have eaten me like that!" she said breathlessly. "I truly had no idea what I was missing!" she said, and then laughed until she started coughing. I got up and got her a glass of water, which she pretty much guzzled. "I don't think I can feel my teeth right now!" she giggled in the dark. "Fuck, you're good, Henry!" she said, and I could hear the amazement and the truth in her voice. I was playing with her tits in the dark, just laying there beside her and enjoying her comments. "It's been a long time for me, baby girl, and what just happened was one of my all time fantasies. You tasted heavenly, and if you'd have let me, I would have gone on for another hour!" I said, then drinking the rest of the water from the glass she handed me back. "Well, I have a fantasy, too, my sweet man, and it's time for me to experience it, so why don't you lay back and get comfortable?" she whispered, then kissed me. Chapter 4 Her kisses worked down my chest and belly, and her hand went to my cock. She gently encircled it with her silky fingers, then left it alone to lightly touch my sac. I spread my legs wide for her and her fingers started their magic on my sac and balls and then underneath them to my ass hole. Every now and then her fingers would work up the shaft and she'd encircle the head. "Fuck, you're thick!" she groaned, and I felt her tongue swipe across the tip of my cock. "Oh, Brandi!" I groaned. "I can't wait to be inside you, baby!" She groaned. "When it's time, baby!" She whispered up to me, and then she took the head of my cock in her mouth and I felt her tongue swirl around the head and underneath it. Finally, I thought with amazement. This is really my cousin Brandi's mouth on my cock! Her hand went to my balls then and cupped them, then she took her mouth off me for a moment. In the dark, I saw her turn her face to me and say "I've wanted to blow you for many years now, baby, and to taste your cum!" and then she went back down on me more aggressively, taking me as deeply as she could, then back up to the tip, all the while, fingering and teasing my balls one moment, then pinching the sac and pulling on my balls the next moment. I knew now that I wasn't going to last and warned her. She stopped then and got down between my legs and asked me to hold them up and spread them for her. I did and she fairly well dove into my sac, pressing her face and mouth into it and rubbing it all over her face, then she clamped her mouth on my asshole and gave me the best rimming I've ever had, while lazily stroking my cock. She got down and dirty and well...really nasty with her hunger to tongue every part of me down there, then she got up between my legs and started really working on my cock again. I reached over and turned on the light and the sight of my cock in Brandi's mouth almost sent me over the edge. Her hair was wild and her face wet from burying it in my ball sac. I'd never seen a woman's eyes so full of lust, though, and it startled me. At first she looked at me like she was mad at me for turning on the light, but then she groaned and sped up, and I knew she was getting a lot of precum and yet she didn't miss a lick...so to speak. I couldn't even tell you the last time I'd cum in a girls mouth, but it was before I'd met Jeannie. She never came close to letting me do that, and I missed it tremendously over the years. Now I felt that moment when I knew I was too aroused and I knew it was inevitable that she was going to get me to cum for her. I hoped with everything in me that she wouldn't chicken out at the last minute and change her mind about swallowing. I knew that before I came, my cock enlarged quite a bit. I was already thick, but I knew my corona, shaft, and head swelled and elongated as I shot my load, and now she was feeling it happen to her in her mouth. "Wow!" she said hungrily as she only took her mouth off me for a second. My balls tightened up, and then we both knew it was time. She was vigorously massaging and squeezing my rising nut sac, like she was trying to milk them. She was voracious with her mouth, trying to stuff me down her throat and gagging several times in the process. "Oh, baby girl!" I growled. "So close now, honey baby!" I gritted through clenched teeth. I was staring deep into her eyes now. "God, I've wanted this moment for over 20 years now, I said, holding mye head up to watch her more closely. She changed positions so as to be able to stay with me better as I came. Somehow I knew she wasn't going to be taking her mouth off me when it happened, and I was right. "OH fuck me, sweet baby girl!" I cried out and I knew I could no longer hold it back. I'd tried with everything in me to delay cumming, but she was too hungry and too merciless. "Now, Brandi baby!" I groaned, and started shooting into the fantasy mouth of my wife's first cousin who was hotter than a pistol and 20 years younger than me. I came hard and kept cumming, and she stayed with me, never taking her mouth off me and swallowing everything I gave her. "Oh, fuck, Brandi....'sssoooooo good, baby!" I groaned as I reached for her hair and held on for dear life. I felt like I came harder than I had in maybe forever, and the way she acted, I must have. When it was finally over, she cleaned my cock with her mouth, then finally spoke. "Fuck me, Henry!" she exclaimed under her breath. "You came like a fucking freight train, baby!" she groaned. "It was like two cums worth of cum right then!" she laughed, and then I did too. When I'd calmed down enough to talk I said "You just did to me what I've fantasized about for over 20 years. I've jacked off thinking about you doing that to me, Brandi!" I admitted. "Well..." she started, coming up by me to lay next to me. "I always wondered if you weren't a dirty old man, and now I know!" she giggled. "But to be honest, I must be a dirty gal, because in recent years when I'd see you or come here to visit, every now and then I wished I could have worked up the gumption to drag you off somewhere and go down on you. I've always wanted to do this for you, Henry!" She admitted. "A part of me always envied Jeannie, and I have fantasized many times about being your illicit lover!" I rolled over on top of her and kissed her deeply then, and she tasted and smelled of my cum. "Does't that gross you out?" she asked surprised. "Hey, if you can swallow down a cupful of it, I think I can handle just a taste of it...you know? Besides, I just felt the need to kiss you...OK?" She reached up and touched my face in the dark. "Now I know why Jeannie loved you so much!" she said sadly. "Hey, hey, hey!" I said quietly. "None of that now. I don't know if she'd understand this or even like it, baby girl!" I admonished her. "Oh, something tells me she'd be OK with it now..." she replied cryptically. "What makes you say that?" "She told me once she thought I was more your type...you know...looks-wise, than she was," she replied. "That and a couple of other off-hand comments made me wonder if she felt like maybe we had feelings for each other that we thought we'd kept secret and never showed to anyone." I thought about that for a second, hoping she was wrong. "Well, she always was a good judge of character and could read people way better than I ever could, but I hope you're wrong." It got quiet for a while after that, and we just held each other. We were both very satisfied, but I knew she was very tired and now that she'd cum so many times, I knew she was very relaxed. "Fall asleep if you want to, baby girl," I offered. "I know you're tired" I said. "I am tired, but...I want you to make love to me now, Henry!" she said, and it sounded like a little girl asking me. I groaned. "OK, but only if I can see your face and look into your eyes." My bedside lamp was one of those touch-sensitive lamps that had three levels of brightness. It was on the first level for when she blew me, which was only enough to barely see each other, but I wanted a tad more light. Then I leaned in and kissed her, then nuzzled her breasts. Her hands went to my hair as I sucked on her nipples, bringing them both to peaks. "They're beautiful, Brandi!" I groaned. ?"Not quite what you remember from being on a 14 year-old's body, huh?" she said. "No...better!" I said gently kissing each one. I was getting hard again, and so I reached down and ran my finger gently up and down her slit, which was still wet. "Oh, I'm ready for you, baby" she groaned, knowing I felt her wetness. She reached for me and gently stroked me, but I didn't need it. "I must really turn you on for you to be hard again!" She said, and this time, I told her what she wanted to hear. Then I rolled over on top of her and her legs opened for me. I looked into her eyes then. I knew we could clearly see each other in the dim light now. "I've wanted this for a long time now, baby girl!" I said gently and kissed her. Her left arm came up and she cupped my face with her hand. Her right hand went to my cock and guided it to her wet hole. "Love me, then, Henry!" she whispered passionately. This was a side of Brandi I could never have imagined existed. Quiet, loving, gentle. I pushed and she guided and then I was in. "Yessssss!" she hissed like a cat, and then her arms were around my neck and her legs urging me to move deeper into her. "Oh, sweet man!" She groaned and her eyes closed. In and out I went, wetting my shaft in her hole, which was very hot and sticky. The fact that she'd had two children naturally had no effect on us as my shaft was so thick that it overcame any looseness she might have had. To me, she was nicely snug, and very hot and exciting. She rolled her hips to me and lifted to meet my strokes. "Oh, god, baby!" she groaned, "I haven't felt this filled up since I had the boys!" But then her eyes got really wide as finally buried myself deep in her and started to grind. "Oh, fuck! I'm going to cum!" she sobbed, and then I felt her pussy liquify and tighten, and then I began thrusting in earnest, enjoying the sound of her whimpering and breathing, and the way she yielded so sweetly to my needs as I took her now. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out as I pounded her. The sound of our copulating was intensely sexy. Wet and sloshy, and punctuated with the sound of my rather large balls slapping against her very wet ass cheeks. Then there was the sound of her air being driven out of her lungs each time I rammed into her. The sounds were enough to make me want to cum, especially since I knew it was Brandi's cunt, mouth, and ass that were making those lovely noises and I was the cause of them. I was looking into her eyes and kissed her and my tongue moved in unison with my thrusts and then she was cumming again and shrieked as she did. This was getting too much for me. She was liquid heat inside, and velvety smooth. She fit me tight all around and down the full length of me. "Fuck, you feel so damn fine, girl!" I groaned as I slowed down my stroking to a more loving speed. "Oh, god, baby!" She said as she rose to meet my slow long strokes. "Cum in me, Henry!" she cried out hoarsely. "It's ok, I'm protected!" she said. I looked her in the eyes then. "Cum with me baby girl...I'm so close now, honey!" I said hoarsely. "I'm there, baby!" she cried and sobbed loudly, and I felt her pussy contract and get very thickly wet. That was all it took for me and I felt my orgasm come upon me, and then her eyes got big as I knew she felt me swell up and begin shooting. It was such a mind trip to be looking down at this face I'd been seeing for the last 25 years and now to be making love to her was unbelievable. And now I was cumming into her pussy and she was loving it and cumming with me, and it was just blowing my mind. I'd fantasized about this a thousand times, but to experience it for real was a total mind fuck. Needless to say, I physically came so damn hard, and emotionally I felt like I came as well, if that makes any sense. In the end, I collapsed on top of her and we were both a sweaty mess, but it was great. Her legs were still locked behind my ass, keeping me tight to her, and she was quietly crying now, so I just held her to me until her shaking stopped. I pulled away from her and she looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes. "God that was so good, baby!" she said, and the tears down the side of her face some more. "I've needed to be loved like that for a long time now, Henry." She groaned into my mouth. Her arms went back around my neck and she pulled me down to her and our tongues danced and she groaned as she tightened her pussy around my softening cock. "Roll over on your back now, baby!" she said urgently. I did and she rolled with me then pulled off me. I really had no idea what she was up to until I saw her letting our cum drip out of her cunt and onto my cock, and then a minute later, she went back down on me and sucked my cum and hers off my cock, groaning as she did it. I was speechless and could only watch as she went at it hungrily. When she finished, she looked up at me and then I could tell she was embarrassed. "I've never done that before!" she said quietly, clearly amazed at her actions. "I don't know what came over me, but...I just...wanted to do it so bad right then!" she said, rolling her eyes. "Heyyyyy!" I said softly. "It was wonderful, Brandi. Just wonderful!" I said, mostly speechless from her behavior, but extremely turned on as well. Minutes later we both got up and cleaned up and got a snack and had a beer together, then we went back to bed and she came into my arms and snuggled right into me. Her hand went to my cock and just gently cupped me. "I can't remember ever having a more passionate night!" she said quietly into my chest. "I can't either, baby!" I agreed. "You've already fulfilled every fantasy and more for me, Henry. You've treated me like some kind of sexy and very desired woman...and I don't know how to thank you for that, love!" Chapter 5 I awoke the next morning to her mouth on my very hard cock and realized she was trying to take me down her throat. I laid there and watched her as she tried again and again, choking herself each time, but not giving up. "Just relax, and envision your throat opening right up and go slow and easy" I said gently, cheering her on and letting her know how amazing she was. I was getting close and still she was trying to please me. "I'd love to let you finish me off like this, but I want to cum in you again, baby" I said gently. I want to look in your eyes as we cum together!" She looked at me and groaned, and then hiked a leg up over me and guided me into her as she impaled herself on me. My eyes travelled down her neck to her breasts which were swaying most enticingly, and I realized how lovely they were. They were heavy, full and gently swaying back and forth with her movements, with those same beautifully dark and full nipples capping each one. I reached up and took them in my hands, rubbing her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She looked down at me, watching me do it. "They are so lovely, Brandi!" I said. She smiled and her eyes closed and she threw her head back as she rode my seven thick inches up and down. "Come here" I said, pointing to my lips. She lowered herself and our mouths met and our tongues danced. Her tits felt amazing on my chest and I told her so as I groaned. She was taking her time with me, enjoying our morning lovemaking and acting like she was completely relaxed being in my bedroom and riding my cock. "Make me cum now, baby girl! Take it from me!" I said, looking into her eyes. She smiled down at me and took long strokes, letting her nipples ride up and down on my chest. My eyes closed and I told her I was close and that I wanted her to cum with me. I opened my eyes to see hers closed and then I felt her pussy clamp up and the wetness flood me, and that's when I jackhammered her a couple of times, my hands holding onto her ass. And then she opened her eyes and cried out, and then we came together. She stopped stroking and ground down on me then for a moment, then resumed her stroking as we both moaned and groaned. When we'd finished, we both just stayed like that for a long time, with me still in her. I looked up at her. "That was so fine, baby!" I said quietly. She nodded. "You felt so big and full in me, Henry!" I swear I came 3 or 4 times after you got inside me!" I smiled. "I'm glad, baby girl." I said. She looked at me. "I love it when you call me that!" she said, and tears were forming in her eyes. It was rainy that Friday, a perfect day to stay in bed together. I made coffee while Brandi was showering, then I went back and got in with her. She acted a little shy, but when we started kissing, our hands started groping and soon her shyness was gone and she was alive and hungry for affection. My finger found her ass and when it went up inside, she moaned and her tongue went deep in my mouth. I brought her to yet another orgasm while we were in the shower, which I was proud of. And it was my first chance to really see her fully naked by daylight. The years hadn't been good to Brandi with her life and emotions, but much of that was her doing. But the girl still had an enticing and tight body, and due to her running long distance for years now, there wasn't much fat to be found on her anywhere, which was very exciting to me. Here I was a 58 year-old man, but at six feet tall, I only weighed 210, so there wasn't much extra fat on me either, but her younger, tanner, hard body was a real turn on for me to be standing in the shower with! We sat on the deck like the old days and had coffee together. I was glad to see Brandi had finally quit smoking and I told her that. I'd planned for sausage and biscuits and gravy for breakfast, and Brandi squealed her delight at that, remembering how much she loved my breakfasts from all those years before. She was bare foot most of the day, and chose to only wear one of my robes now. Just knowing she was naked underneath it now was a constant turn-on for me, and I told her that. Brandi didn't blush much, but she did then. After breakfast, we sat and talked a while. She'd always loved my porch swing and that's where she was at, while I took a comfy padded chair not far from her. She kept giving me looks, and I realized she knew how to be sexy and sultry, and with her dark features, it came easy for her, or at least with me it did. She also knew how to be mellow and quiet, another aspect of her that I hadn't seen before. At one point, it became too much for me, so I set my coffee down and kneeled before her on the porch swing. Now it was my turn to be sexy. I told her to scoot forward in the swing, then I opened her robe. And now for the first time, I got a daylight closeup view of her cunt. Her very wet and hairy cunt. And I realized my "in the dark" assessment of her pussy last night was spot on. She had the most amazing pussy lips I'd ever seen in person. Thick and long and protruding, and very dark and almost a purple-grey on the rough edges. But her clit was the star of the show. A thick long hood covered it, but I could tell from the bulge under that hood, that she had a very large clit. It was exciting beyond measure for me. I kneeled there for a while, just looking and admiring, then pulling her open with my fingers. She giggled nervously and I could tell she felt self- conscious. I looked up at her then, but when she saw the look in my eyes, her nervousness went away. She leaned forward and took my face in her hands and kissed me long and lovingly then, and I heard her sigh. "I love it that you love my pussy!" She groaned and smiled. Then she sat back, and scooted out just a little more, then brought her feet up on either side of her and held onto them. She'd opened herself wide for me, telling me what she wanted without saying a word, but the hunger and gleam in her eyes spoke volumes. I smiled at her then and grabbed a cushion before I sat down between her legs. It was an amazing sight, her very wet and wide open cunt, right in front of my face. She smelled strong and divine. I kissed her inner thighs and she pulled her legs even wider apart then, which naturally opened her pussy lips. My god what a gash she had! She looked so fucking hot sitting there like that wide open for me, and I told her that. I gently put my face into it, and she groaned as I just pushed my face in, feeling her heat and her silky wetness envelop me. Her smell was earthy and strong. Tangy and almost fruity. I could taste and smell my cum in there still, and somehow that turned me on as well. I called it a "nature pussy" smell later when she said she knew she was pretty strong down there. My tongue went to work, and soon I was laving out long thick strands of her pussy juice, letting it trail out from her cunt to the tip of my tongue before it would fall into my lap. Then I went to work on that deliciously huge clit. It was abnormal in its size, and it was already a very dark magenta colored. Almost a light purple even. I was hard now, but I could've cared less. I knew how much she liked this porch swing and I had fantasized over the years of doing exactly this to her in this very swing. I took a moment to tell her that, and she blushed again. She had a front row seat and a perfect viewing angle to watch me work on her, and she never took her eyes off me or her gaping wet pussy. By now, she had reached down and was pulling her lips up and apart for me to make my job easier. It was sexy as hell. Her mouth was open and she kept wetting her lips, and I looked up at her frequently as I ate her very tenderly. She told me while I was doing it that no man had ever been this sweet and gentle before with her. She said that most times they just licked her quickly and then poked her, if they even went down on her at all. "I guess they didn't like my smell or my taste" she said, embarrassed now. "My OB-GYN says it's just that way with me, and that I shouldn't douche to try to eliminate the smell, just use a feminine spray for "those times". I stopped eating her and looked up. "I love your smell and your taste, Brandi. You smell and taste like a real woman. So don't douche for me, and you don't need to worry about any sprays or anything. I love it just the way it is this morning. Clean and natural. Just keep her clean for me, and I'll always want to please you like this" I said, then went back to my brunch. "Oh, my baby!" she said quietly, shaking her head in amazement. A minute later she told me she was close to cumming so I lovingly and teasingly took her up and over the edge, and she had to let go of her pussy lips to grab my head as she came. She cried out several times, and her thighs and stomach twitched as her orgasm overtook her. Her thick flow increased and I noticed it was creamy white then, and strongly flavored, but not offensive at all. She looked down to see that white cream and how I played with it and didn't shy away from it, and watched me with amazement as I took her gently down from her orgasm. She was sweating now, and her upper chest was beet red. Her hands went to her tits then and she pinched and pulled at her hard nipples. It was a sight to see, and she never took her eyes off mine at any point. I ate her longer then while she did that and she had another small orgasm before telling me she wanted me in her mouth now. I stood up in front of her, and her eyes travelled down to my crotch. She leaned in and undid the snap on my jeans and pulled my very hard cock out and stroked it gently. She looked up at me then. "God, he's so fucking beautiful, honey!" She groaned, then leaned in and took me in her hot wet mouth. She adjusted her position on the bench so she had a better attack angle on me, then really went at me with a hunger then. And all the while she would look up at me with those dark eyes, and that just made me want to cum with a fury. She never batted an eye, and kept on going, so I knew what she wanted and so I just relaxed and let her do her thing. She clearly wanted to please me this morning, and we'd already had sex once, so this was payback in a way for what I knew she considered to be a fantastic pussy-eating. Not that I needed or cared about payback, but I new she wanted it this way and who was I to argue? She really got me going, and knew I was close. She would look up at me and smile teasingly. She was playing the tart and would gaze longingly at me while flicking her tongue repeatedly on the underside, then holding my cock against my belly while she ran her open mouth down my underside and nuzzling into my sac. It was times like this that I realized that Brandi didn't have to try to look dark and sexy. They say that a woman always looks better with your cock in their mouth, but Brandi was exceptionally gifted in this department. She was one of those that could make you cum with the look in her face as she was going down on you. And she knew I was really getting close now. She had her left hand on my balls, kneading them and pulling on them. Her right hand was very wet from her saliva and she was slowly trying to pull the cum out of my shaft as her mouth worked on mostly the head of my cock. She let me see her tongue swirl and lick and tease and I groaned repeatedly at her performance, which was mind-boggling. She pulled away for a second then and looked into my eyes. "You really want to cum in my mouth, don't you?" she asked quietly and like a little girl. The minx! "I know you'd really like to shoot your hot load in my face and watch me swallow it too, wouldn't you?" and she grinned evilly and licked the head of my cock. "Fuck me, Brandi. You are evil!" I said, groaning. She smiled and went down on me then, trying to get me into her throat. Finally after some amount of gagging, I felt myself slip into her throat, and then her nose was buried in my pubes. "Oh god, baby girl!" I growled, grabbing her head gently then. "Gonna cum!" I warned. She backed off then and let go of me. "Jack off on me!" she said, and opened her mouth and stuck her tongue way out. That was all it took and I furiously jacked myself off as long ropy strands of thick cum came pouring out of me. The first one hit her on the forehead and went all the way down across her left eye to her lower cheek. The second was better aimed and went into her mouth and on her tongue. She didn't move or close her mouth, but waited patiently as I shot 5 more times, most of which hit her face or her mouth, but some dribble down to her chest. When it was over, she wiped her left eye clean, then showed me the glob she'd saved up in her mouth, wiggling her tongue around it, then she closed her mouth and swallowed, then smiled at me. I just shook my head and looked for something to hold onto so I wouldn't fall over. Then she proceeded to daintily wipe her face and suck it off her fingers. "You are so dirty, baby girl!" I growled, looking down at her. There was a glob on her tit that she smeared on her nipple. I bent down and sucked that nipple while she groaned. "You are too, baby boy!" she said, giggling. "That was maybe the best I've ever had, Brandi, and certainly the most intense!" I groaned. "You never fail to turn me on, girl!" I said, surprised at my own intensity. "I love your cock, honey!" she said simply, shrugging, as if that was explanation enough. "And I love the way you treat me, Henry. Both in and out of bed. Or on the porch swing!" she added with a giggle. "And I know by now you must think that I've been a raving slut most of my life, but that was truly, the very first and only time I've ever let a man do that to me. Oh, they've begged me to let them, but you were the first to have that honor!" She smiled as she licked her lips. "I don't know what it is, but there's something about you, Henry. Or maybe it's something about us living out our fantasies this weekend, but I want to do everything with you at least once before our time is up on Sunday." Chapter 6 The rest of the day was lazy. We had a beer together and talked a lot. I wanted to know the details of her third failed marriage, especially since I'd liked Chris so much. She told them to me, but I wondered how much she sugar coated her part in the failure process. Then she wanted to know more about my marriage to her favorite cousin. They'd been close like sisters for a long time. Jeannie had changed Brandi's diapers when she was little and carried her around everywhere she went like a little mother, and so it was natural that they'd always been each other's favorite. Naturally, I wanted to know more of the hidden side of my wife that Brandi would know about, but in the end, there was nothing earth shattering there. Again, whether Brandi was sparing me, or whether she was telling the truth, I could never know for sure. Then came a talk of a more serious nature. "Now that we've done this...crossed this line with each other, Henry...what next?" she asked. I shrugged. "I don't know, Brandi. For my part, that dirty old man in me only wanted to be with you. To fulfill my fantasies of you. Don't get me wrong when I say that. I've always loved you, but I never gave the future much thought after you admitted to me over the phone that you felt the same way I did." I said carefully. "What about you?" I came back. "What do you see coming out of this?" I asked carefully, again. She shrugged then, too. "I really have no idea. If the rest of this weekend is as great as the first day, I can see me wanting to be around you more, though." I could tell she was serious about that confession. "What about the boys?" I said. She had one by her first marriage, and one by her third, plus there was a third boy that was her third husband's by a previous marriage. He wasn't really in the picture, though, so it was just the two young boys...14 and 8 now, and they would know that we were having sex the first time it happened, and I knew she knew that. Hell, the oldest was so sharp that he'd probably figure that out with no real proof! We both knew that if she ever brought them for a visit, it was almost a certainty that we couldn't sleep together or have any type of intimate contact. She also knew that at 58, I didn't want to raise another man's boys. I was ready to start my life over now that the worst of the grieving was behind me, and she knew that I was ready for a trouble free life now. "I don't know" she said honestly. "I know we can't involve them in this, though! They'd never understand it. Besides, I'm not going to move back here to this godforsaken town, and I know you're not interested in moving to anywhere near me and changing careers, so I really don't know." she said. "Is this just going to be about sex, then, Henry?" she asked. "Is that all it will ever be?" she said. I shrugged again. "I can't answer that, Brandi. You don't need a man in your life full time that's 20 years your senior, and I'm not cut out to be a new daddy at almost 60. But you know that already." She nodded in agreement. "How badly does this complicate your life, sweetie?" I asked sympathetically. She shrugged again. There was a lot of that shrugging going on lately. "I can't say right now," she answered truthfully. "I know this loving is good for me, and I think it's going to shape my future in that next time, I know I'll want the kind of man you are. I think I always envied Jeannie because of you. You were always soft spoken and quiet. Settled and pretty gentle. But you were fun and joking a lot too" she said, smiling at the memories in her head. "Yes...well..." I said. "Jeannie and I both hoped that we would rub off on you somehow, and that eventually you'd start making wiser choices and settle down with your life" I said. She winced at that one. "I have made some pretty big blunders, haven't I?" "We all do, babydoll!" I said. "The trick is to learn from them and stop the lifestyle that contributes to those errors and stop that way of thinking and acting!" I said, kind of surprised at myself for a moment now. "The wild times and free spirited life has to slow down at some point. Haven't you sown enough wild oats by now, anyway baby?" I asked, hoping I didn't offend her. She rolled her eyes. "I guess I just didn't see it that way. She said carefully. "I've always enjoyed a fast-paced life and going and doing all the time. And maybe I'll never be able to change that." Her eyes were down and looking at her hands now. "Until then...what about you and me?" she asked, and I could hear fear in her voice. "I love you, Brandi, and I always have" I started off. "I love you because Jeannie loved you, but also because I see a lot of good in you. But my love has been of a family nature. And now that we've been intimate, that family-type love has changed into something deeper. But you gotta start seeing that, and believing in yourself now!" I said, and then I paused and went on quietly. "But because of what you just said, how you just described yourself to me...I can't live that kind of life, but I think you know that already. But on the other hand, this deep honesty and openness, and our intimacy and comfort level with each other, and this quiet we've enjoyed so far...that's the part about you I will miss the most. And even while I'm saying that, I look at you now and I want you again...right now. I want to be inside you and pleasure you, and somehow make it right for you and maybe for me...for as long as we have this time together." There were tears in her eyes then. "Take me to bed again, Henry." she said quietly. "I need you too, baby!" she admitted. And so that's exactly what we did, but we showered first and mostly just held each others soapy bodies. I still couldn't believe this was Brandi, and I'm sure she felt the same way about it, but neither of us cared or showed it, and it was just a very welcome time of wild loving and much needed closeness with someone we trusted. Our foreplay was intense and short lived, as she wanted me in her, and I could hear the desperateness in her voice. To be honest, I wanted it too and felt desperate for it myself, and I was surprised at how hungry I was for her. Our lovemaking was different than before. It was intense and scary and fearful and yet it was us shutting out the world and sharing intimate sex with each other, and it was good. Really good. She was a good and gentle lover, submissive and yet very agressive. Taking as well as giving. But we both knew this weekend would quickly end, and then where would we be, and would there be another weekend like this? And that's why it was scary and fearful, and yet it was so worth the bridge we'd crossed over together. We'd come full circle with our relationship now, and to hell what anyone else might think of it. I knew Jeannie's mom would have a field day with it, and Brandi knew it too, so I knew our secret affair was secure. She came hard and clung to me afterward and all that evening, and so did I. I had started that weekend just wanting to fuck her, and now that I had, I saw a lot more calm and sensibility and maturity than I ever had realized she possessed. And that turned my desire to fuck into a desire to make love. Brandi was intelligent and witty. Dry and yet able to laugh at herself. And she was sexy as hell to me...there was no denying that. There was nothing here to disappoint me or spoil any of the zillion fantasies I'd had about her over the years. But I knew she wasn't the right person for me long term, and as sad as that was going to be, that's the way it had to be. So we explored and satisfied our needs with each other that weekend. We fucked like we'd never fucked before, but we also made love like we'd never done before either. We satisfied our lusts and our fantasies with each other, and we tried every position we'd ever heard of or wanted to, and we both tried out the really dirty fantasies that we'd always wanted to do with other lovers but had never been able to for one reason or another. I admitted later that night about her comfort with the bed and bedroom where Jeannie and I had spent so many nights together. She shrugged and said that maybe it was time for both of us to move past that. After all, a bed and a bedroom are only just things, and that it's really the memories that make them special, and really nothing more than that. I thought about that and had to agree. And so I told her that these new memories had made this bed and bedroom special in a new way to me. One that would always be bittersweet for me somehow. She seemed to understand that and took it for what it was worth. We had sex in just about every room of the house that weekend, and used every major piece of furniture in new and inventive ways in whatever way that came to our minds. Brandi was almost totally submissive to me and my needs and desires, but then so was I. Yet there were times when she took the lead and became almost a dominatrix of sorts, which was a turn-on for me as well. Chapter 7 Saturday, she wanted to try anal sex and even though we had plenty of lubricant, she screamed in her pain, yet allowed me to stay in her and cum deep in her ass, getting very crazy with it toward the end, cussing and acting like a complete slut for me. It was a wild experience for both of us, but she admitted that my girth made it just too painful for her, and she said she'd missed me cumming in her pussy that time as well. I had to admit that I agreed with her. As much fun and dominating as anal sex with a girl feels, I still prefer a wet hot pussy any day, and that was especially true of Brandi's. Saturday came and went, and we had sex several times and foreplay for several hours when I was too worn out to get it up. We were like two people that had just discovered real sex with partners that turned us on tremendously, and in the end, that's exactly what we were. Saturday night was a fitful night, and neither of us slept well. I asked her if she thought her mom would suspect something was up between us, and she said no way, that her mom didn't think like that. But she also said she didn't really care. "My mom would probably understand and maybe even like the thought of it, because I know she loves you, Henry, and I know she knows how much you've suffered, so I'm not worried about that kind of confrontation. And...she knows how much we still care about each other. No...I'm more worried about the boys. "How often will Chris get them?" I asked. "About 1 or maybe 2 weekends a month" she replied. I nodded. "Yes, I could come here, if you wanted me to" she said, reading my mind. I smiled. "I'd like that, Brandi" I said. "What if I went to Texarkana and got a motel for a night every now and then. Would that make you feel like...like a..." "Whore?" she finished for me. When I looked at her then she shook her head. "Not the way I feel right now, it wouldn't," she admitted. "This is what it is, Henry. We both knew there were limitations and now we're facing them head on. If we're going to break this off, it needs to happen today" she said, and then got quiet. "And I'm not ready to do that, so if that makes me a whore, then I guess that's what I am." she said. I reached out to touch her. "Don't be so hard on yourself. If anyone's to blame here, it's me. I started our phone conversation in this direction with the idea of getting you into my bed, Brandi. I knew I risked our relationship by being so bold with you, but I felt like you might want the same thing" I said. "Well...to be honest, if you and I hadn't discussed it on the phone, I probably would have tried something with you when I finally got here this weekend!" she admitted a little shyly. "Really?" I said, and now it was my turn to be surprised. She nodded. "Yeah!" she said simply, looking at me then. I just shook my head and smiled at her. "Well, it's nice to know we both felt the same about each other," I said, and she nodded back at me. "So if we don't break it off now, and we won't be seeing each other full time with both our careers still calling to us, then that leaves weekends or whenever," she said, searching my face and trying to read me now. "Are you OK with that, Brandi?" I asked her gently. She sat there a few moments. "I guess I am, until something changes in one of our lives." "You guess?" I asked quietly. "Yeah, well...I don't want to quit what we have, Henry. I can't believe how much I feel a need for you in my life now, and yet I know it's a personal, deep need and one that can't cross over the line to affect the boys in any way. I can't believe how much I want to be with you and around you, and well...I guess I'd rather have you on weekends or whenever I can, than to call it quits now," she said firmly. "What about you?" she asked me. I nodded. "I feel the same way, hon" I said smiling. Well, at least we'd hashed it out with each other and covered this touchy ground together. We agreed to spend next Friday night together in Texarkana in a nice motel there, and see how it felt. We both knew we'd have to take it one step at a time and see if we both could tolerate it or even wanted it to be like this for us. Time would tell, and in my mind, it would tell us pretty quickly. Still, we agreed we'd always have the magic memories of this weekend, and that helped us move forward with a smile on our faces. If you want to know more about what happened to Henry and Brandi after their first incredibly lusty weekend together, let me know, and maybe I'll interview them again and write about their further experiences!