Archive name: The Engagement Party.HTM (M/F, Cheating)

Authors name: Paula Wilson ([email protected])

Story title: The Engagement Party

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This work is copyrighted to the author and the Unfaithful Wife Organisation © 2003. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration.

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Authors Note: When this story first saw the light of a word processor it was to be an ordinary I fucked my sisters boyfriend tale, but gradually it changed into something else, I don’t believe that affairs are just fuck me tales, some can lead to something more.

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It’s the Saturday when my kid sister Marcie gets engaged and together with my husband Rich and our two boys, Robert aged five and Jordan aged three, we have driven the sixty odd miles from our house to my brother in law to be’s family home.

Marcie is just eighteen which I think is to young to commit yourself to one man, but I can’t say anything as by my eighteenth birthday I was already carrying Robert and planning a quick wedding before the bulge became to obvious.

I had never even seen her fiancée and wasn’t to sure of his name, Douglas or Dirk, it began with a D. I knew nothing about him except that he was a couple of years older than Marcie.

I have to say that Marcie and I are sisters not friends. I don’t mean that we hate each other, but we jut have nothing in common. At least that was how I thought until she introduced me to her fiancée.

Danny was a hunk, a six foot, muscled hunk, brown hair and oh so sexy brown eyes. I was smitten and only minor things like Marcie, Rich and the boys stopped me taking my knickers off there and then.

Quite how a timid church mouse like Marcie had managed to attract and then keep such a hunk was a total mystery.

We made our introductions and then separated. I have never been shy and the fact that ninety percent of the people I met were strangers didn’t faze me in the slightest.

Rich by contrast in the quiet sort, not miserable but he doesn’t like big groups of people. I knew that he would gravitate to a quiet room and one or two like minded people and there be perfectly happy.

The boy’s had already been claimed by my mother who was determined to outdo Rich’s mother in the grandparent stakes. She’ll smuggle them back to her place eventually, to where Rich and I would eventually gravitate.

The afternoon turned quietly into the evening. Danny’s family had one of those places shown in the better homes magazines and I couldn’t fault Marcie for her choice of family to marry into. Of course knowing Marcie that didn’t matter one jot, but in my case … well Rich’s family was like him, safe, sincere and poor.

So by the middle of the evening I was feeling relaxed and curious enough to start investigating or just being plain nosy. Either way I’d found my way in one of those hundred year old greenhouses or conservatories, depending on your opinion. This one was parts of both with generation old plants providing a thick, almost impenetrable cover to conceal a small area for table and chairs.

I was sitting there, resting my feet whilst sipping on my beer when…

“Good evening.” Said a deep and concealed voice.

I jumped and almost split my beer over my dress.

“I’m sorry.” My unknown voice appeared from behind an incongruous palm tree. “Is your dress stained, I will pay if it is.”

“It’s fine.” I smoothed my calf length dress back into place. “I thought that I was alone, you startle me, that’s all.”

The voice was tall, taller than Rich by a good couple of inches and for a man in his late forties in very good condition. He looked vaguely familiar but I had met so many people.

“Can I join you?”

“Sure.” Who was I to tell another guest where to go? “I’m Shelley Morton, Marcie is my kid sister.” I said by way of introduction.

“So you are Shelley!” The voice began. “I’m sorry that I didn’t meet you when you arrived, I’m going to become so sort of relative, Danny in my son. I’m Davis Reynolds, nice to meet you.”

I gaped, that was why he looked familiar, he was the hunks father. We shook hands and I felt a delicious tingle. Davis might, by my standards, be getting on in years, but he still gave off very positive vibrations.

“Danny had taken Marcie home.” He began. “She really isn’t comfortable at this sort of thing … she’s a delightful woman.” He started to add but my grin stopped him.

“You don’t have to be polite. Marcie has never liked parties.” I said.

He looked at my beer bottle. “That’s empty, can I bring you another or do you have to be home early.”

“Another.” I said, wondering just what would happen next.

Davis appeared a couple of minutes later, but not with a bottle of beer but a bottle of champagne and two glasses. “I hoped you don’t mind, but I fancied a glass and you should never drink champagne alone.”

“I bow to your experience.” I laughed and then cheered as he popped the cork to pour two foaming glasses of the stuff.

I was no expert; the drink tickled my nose and throat and didn’t seem to have the kick of a good bottle of beer, but after the second glass I reassessed my opinion. You could get drunk on champagne and I started to wonder if this was Davis’s idea.

We were seated in the corner of the room that seemed shielded from the rest of the room. Davis was on chair and I the other. “So what has my sister said about me?” I asked, trying not to sound drunk.

“Not much, only that you married early, have a couple of boys and she believes you to be an outrageous flirt.”

“Flirt!” I laughed. “What do you think?”

Davis was suddenly very still. “I think that tease is better than flirt. You give off a tremendous aura of … please don’t be offended … of sexuality.”

I laughed again. “If you’re trying to say that I’m horny, then you’re right.” It was the booze talking, it might have been correct but I usually managed to keep my randiness under control.

“I think that you’re a tremendously attractive woman.” Davis said almost pompously.

“You ain’t so bad yourself, for an old man.” I laughed. I was feeling giddy, like I had when a boy I fancied had been around.

“Old!” He laughed. “Give me a chance and I’ll show you old.”

There is a Roman or is it Greek saying about crossing a river, the ruby or something like that. It means that you make a decision that once made you can’t turn back from. Well I felt like that. In the six years I’d been with Rich I’d been a good girl, despite the offers I’d had, I’d kept my knickers on and my legs crossed. I was at my river crossing.

“Davis, what are you suggesting?” I was just a little drunk, but I was tingling with the thoughts this man was giving me.

“I’d like to know you better.”

I giggled. This is a very public place and your son’s engagement party.” I didn’t add that it was also my sister’s engagement party. I said that we weren’t really close.

“This is a very private place. I locked the door when I brought in the champagne.”

“Then everyone will know what we are doing.” I was teasing him but I still hadn’t decided if the night for infidelity was tonight.

“The doors usually locked, this is my private space and everybody in the family knows that.”

“You seem to have thought of everything.” I said as Davis came and sat besides me. He smelt very masculine and this close it was almost irresistible.

“Almost!” Davis tilted my head upwards towards him and just kissed me lightly on the mouth. It was a sensitive and caring gesture but I wasn’t sure if I wanted caring, perhaps I just wanted him to rip my knickers off. Rich did sensitive and I didn’t need more.

I rested my hand on his lap and felt a deliciously large bulge. Davis didn’t seem like a man to disappoint a woman.

This made Davis kiss me harder and his hand found its way to my boobs. I’m what Rich calls the skinny side of curvy or in the vernacular I am a handful. I also like being pawed; I like a man’s hands to be all over me and not just trying to stick his fingers inside my pussy.

I like my sex to be hard and fast which with Rich was becoming a problem for he’d suddenly decided that he was a romantic lover and romantic lovers didn’t surprise their wife in the garage and fuck her against the drier.

A pity because in most other ways Rich is a good husband and father, but if he can’t scratch his wife’s itch, well, she eventually finds somebody else who can.

Davis had no such problems, as I struggled to unzip him; Davis was trying up pull my tits from the front of my dress.

I wished that I’d worn a blouse or a dress with buttons, but I hadn’t and then I had his zipper down and my hand was feeling another man’s dick for the first time … in … six years? Jesus, I had been good or mad or both!

Davis’s dick, apart from rhyming, was long and hard if not particularly thick. I rubbed the stalk, enjoying the feel of it between my fingers. It did feel different than Rich’s, not that I had any complaints about Rich dick. It was big enough and hard enough and he knew enough to use it properly, it was just that I was about to move on.

For a while Davis had stopped mauling me, he was content to let me wank him and when I slipped onto my knee’s and took his dick into my mouth, well, he forgot about my tits and just grunted his pleasure.

I enjoy giving head, I like the taste that a man gives off but above all I like how I take control. Get your fingers around a man’s dick and he’s malleable; get the same dick into your mouth and he’s like putty. Give good head and they’ll remember and the next time you want something, well five minutes in their lap is usually enough in both ways.

After a couple of minutes I’d had enough. I let his dick slide from my mouth and back into my hand. “How was that?” I breathed.

“No bad.” Davis chuckled and when I squeezed his stalk. “No, that was the best ever.” He chuckled even harder.

I climbed onto his knee with my legs either side of his. In that position we kissed again, I wondered if he could taste himself on my lips. No matter, his tongue went his dick had been and mine fought back. It was fun, like that first date when you wondered whether he could kiss.

We just kissed. I still had my hand around his dick and Davis was feeling my arse but still hadn’t dived up my dress. The guy had restraint but I hoped not too much. I solved the problem by rubbing the head of his dick along the gusset of my panties. He was hard and they were soft, the result was never in question.

“You minx.” He laughed as he finally slid beneath my dress and his strong, competent hands closed on my buttocks. It took my breath away and I just rested my head on his shoulder whilst Davis moulded my bum with his long fingers. “This is one hell of an arse.” He whispered.

“I like it.” I replied and gave his dick an extra tug, just in case he was about to go into conversation mode.

“Alright, so you’re in a hurry.” He almost sounded disappointed, then he was standing up and I was hooking my legs about his waist and forgetting his dick, my arms were around his neck. I wasn’t seven stone and he staggered the few paces he needed to travel and then my backside was resting on the edge of the table.

Davis let go a huge sigh and then laughed hoarsely. “Ten years ago I could have carried you around this room.” He gasped.

I felt for his dick, it was still as hard as before. It hadn’t lost anything in the journey. “Ten years ago, this would very nearly have been illegal.” I grin.

“Very nearly?” Davis asks.

“Well we haven’t done anything yet.” I’m staring into his face and if he can’t see the impatience in my eyes, then he must be going blind.

“Yet, just a minute.” He pushes me slowly backwards until I brace myself on my elbows. I am wide open to him and make no attempt to cover up. Davis raises my dress, he wants to see what I have got, there’s no problem there. I’m proud of how my pussy looks. Of course I’m still wearing knickers and I struggle to remember which ones they are. Like all women I have the duty work a day pairs, and the I’m here for a fucking pairs. I can’t remember which I picked; after all I hadn’t planned this. I hope it’s the latter; some of the works a day ones are distinctly tatty. ”Very pretty.” Davis whistles and then with a swift lift of the bum, my panties of what ever designation are heading downwards.

Davis removes them with a flourish and then quite deliberately lifts then to his face.

“You dirty bastard!” I laugh as he takes a deep sniff at my crotch.

“Perfumed!” He laughs, tossing them aside.

“I doubt that!” I retort, making a mental note when my work a day panties have landed. The practicalities had to be taken care of and I was determined to leave with my knickers.

Davis’s hand touches me and I jump, his fingers tease me and my already lubricated pussy starts gushing.

“Should I wear something?” He asks casually, playing a tune on my clit. He is very skilful and had found her with almost his first touch.

“A condom would be good.” I grunt, my hips jerking in rhythm to his tune.

“There are my thoughts exactly.” And from a pocket Davis pulled the gold foil of a condom. I vaguely wondered how he happened just to have a condom in his pocket. Then I stopped wondering as Davis slid his dick inside me.

He fucked me. He might have talked a lot but once he was inside me I received a real, old fashion shagging. He started fast and went faster. He started deep and kept it there with long deep thrusts that almost sent me spinning off the table.

When I came he seemed to go faster, then pause and then start again, this time slower, as if conscious that after my climax I might not want more shagging.

He helped me up and with his dick still inside me and this time his trousers about his ankles he shuffled back to his seat. He sank down and followed, making sure that his dick didn’t leave the station.

Now I was in control and I slowed the pace. It wasn’t that I was tired, but I did just feel a little sensitive. I could fold my arms about him and we exchanged kisses as we screwed. I let Davis have my tits, once more regretting my choice of clothing. It would have felt so good had he been able to caress them unencumbered.

“This is nice.” Davis breathed.

“Hmm!” I agreed, my hips just rising and falling. It didn’t seem that I moved more than a couple of inches, but the sensations were exquisite. Unless Davis came in the next couple of minutes I knew that I would cum again.

“Your pussy, it’s like wearing a glove, so tight.” Davis groaned.

“You should have met me before I had the boys.” I laughed, revelling in his crude but honest compliment.

“I wish I had.” Davis said. “I really wish I had.”

I started to bounce; I needed to change the subject. I felt myself starting again. I grabbed his head and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Now.” I growled. “Now.”

I felt Davis lose his seed; it tipped me over the edge even though the condom held his sperm. I ground down on him, his body jerking through each shot of his ejaculation and then we were both on the other side, in each others arms and oblivious to the rest of the world.

“This is the most memorable engagement party that I have ever been to.” Davis chuckled. We were still entwined, though I could feel his dick sliding out of me.

“Me to, but now I have to go.”

“No, not yet.” He pleaded.

I stepped back, my legs were sticky with sweat and I suddenly thought about the need to freshen up. I found my panties and stepped into them.

“Can I keep them?” He asked.

“My knickers, they are dirty.” I gaped.

“They smell of you.” He said simply.

I thought for a moment and then pulled them off. “Here, don’t ever say whose they are.” Davis caught them in flight and tucked them into his pocket. “And no, I don’t want your shorts in exchange; there is nothing in the world that could persuade me to smell a pair of men’s shorts.” I smoothed down my dress. It seemed funny not wearing knickers.

“Can you stay, we have the champagne to finish.” Davis suggested.

I looked at my watch. I guessed that Rich would be looking for me. “I have to leave, sorry.” I was, Davis amused and excited me.

“Alright, I’ll let you out but on one condition.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I want to see you again.”

“Again?” I repeated. I couldn’t have heard him right.

“Again, as soon as possible, I’d like to see you again, even if it’s just to talk.”

He looked serious and I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t even been looking for what had just happened and now Davis was almost offering me an affair.

“I don’t know, I mean, it’s a lot in a rush.” I stammered.

“For me as well.” Davis conceded.

“Are you married?” I exclaimed, a bit late. It was the question you asked before letting a man inside your knickers. I wondered why I hadn’t thought of it.

“Divorced, there is no angry wife to come looking for your blood.” Davis smiled.

“Danny’s mother?”

Davis shook his head. “The woman I left her for, though it was over between me and Crystal long before I met Gale.”

Crystal, Gale, they conjured images of women, of wives, of Davis’s past.

“I don’t live locally.” I began.

“Marcie said that you were staying at your mothers tonight, what about tomorrow.”

“I can’t!” I exclaimed.

“You’re almost family, say that you forgot something, say anything, and just call round, even if it’s for just a few minutes, please.” He was almost begging me.

“I can’t say when, what time. I can’t even say that I can.” I protested.

“If you can, will you call round.” He asked simply.

“Yes, but no promises.”

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I found Rich in the library. He’d probably been there for hours, reading and talking to anyone who passed by. He was dozing.

“Come on sleepy, take me home.”

“Mum’s” He corrected. He was pedantic like that, out of habit not malice, you had to understand that about Rich, and there wasn’t a malicious bone in his body.

I slipped into bed whilst Rich was in the bathroom, I hadn’t undressed in front of him, I didn’t want to reveal the fact I wasn’t wearing any panties.

The moment I was dreading happened. I was lying in the bed I’d had as a girl when Rich slipped in besides me, his hand stroked my buttocks. It was his way of saying that I wanted sex. I didn’t, but I couldn’t stop him, well I could have, but wouldn’t have been fair.

Despite all I have said, I climaxed, perhaps it was the lingering sensitivity left form the pummelling Davis had given me or perhaps it was because Rich knew what I liked.

What ever the reason, I orgasmed for the third time that evening and then drifted into a confused but utterly sated sleep.

The next day Rich slept in and mum fussed over the boy’s. Danny appeared and took Marcie off for the day. A casual word confirmed that Davis was alone in the house save for the cleaners.

I cooked Rich breakfast and we chatted whilst he ate, then he went off to see his family. It was an unspoken rule that I never accompanied him, they didn’t like me. I was too flighty by far.

“When will you be back?” I asked, it was almost lunchtime.

“Before five, then we need to go home.” I smiled my agreement, by the time that Rich was out of sight I had dressed, choosing some of my choicer undies. As Rich had taken our auto I borrow my dads, they still had the estate car, but all they were thinking of was the chance to have their grandchildren to themselves for another couple of hours.

In the cold light of a Sunday afternoon Davis’s property looked even more impressive than the previous day. Now I had the chance to fully take in the size and splendour. What ever Davis did for a living, he earned very good money, or to put it another way, my skinny kid sister was marrying into money.

I’d made the excuse that I’d left something behind, my knickers, though I didn’t tell mum that, and planned to visit Davis on the off chance I could find the missing item. If anyone asked I’d lost an ear ring.

I left my car in the drive and rang the bell. After a minute or so one of the cleansers answered. I told her that Mrs. Shelley Morton had called, that Mr. Reynolds had invited me. It was about this moment that I started to wonder if Davis even knew my name. I couldn’t remember if we’d bothered with such niceties the previous night.

Davis was at the door in about the time it would take me to change my underwear. He was wearing jeans and a Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt and his face was wreathed in smiles.

“You came … I mean, you’re here … come inside.” He was flustered and excited, like a kid would be. I followed him into the cool, airy innards of the house.

There was a bustle around the place as the cleaning crew swept from room to room. Davis steered me into the cleaned part of the house.

“I can get you something to drink? Coffee, tea, something cool?”

I shook my head. “No thanks … do just you and Danny lives here?” The house was huge, without the crowd of yesterday I began to see how huge.

“Pretty much, the occasional guest stops over.” Davis replied with the merest hint of a smirk.

I left the guest bit alone. I could well imagine why guests stopped over. It felt strange to be here without the background sounds of the party and pretty soon I was starting to regret coming here. It wasn’t the same as last night and I was in danger of spoiling the memory.

“How long can you stay?” Davis asked.

“I was just thinking of leaving.” I replied.

“Oh … why?” he looked and sounded disappointed.

We’d made it into the kitchen, last night it had been piled high with dirty dishes, and today it was spotlessly clean.

“Because … because, I can’t explain what happened last night. I know I’m flirty but last night it was more than flirty.” I was still at a loss to explain my actions’ last night or this afternoon.

“Are you embarrassed about what happened?” Davis asked. We had taken up station either side of the breakfast bar.

“Of course I am; it was hardly the actions of a wife and mother.” I protested. “I didn’t know you then and I hardly know you now, yet I let you …” I couldn’t bring myself to say shag or fuck. I could think the words easily enough, but actually saying them was different.

“Whatever you think, I think they were pretty good actions. I can get a reaction just thinking about last night.”

I knew what he meant, but it wasn’t hard, well it probably was. A man’s brain is in his dick. All this was about was Davis wanted more of the same.

“You haven’t said how long you can stay?” He repeated. “I want you to stay for as long as possible and not just because of my reaction.”

“Why then?”

“I like having you about, you fill up the house.”

“Now that makes me sound like furniture.” I laughed.

“And you are the prettiest peice in the property.”

I stuck out my tongue but secretly I glowed, he had an unusual way of making a compliment.

We talked aimlessly for a while, both of us keeping away from the dangerous ground of what happened next. I knew what Davis had in mind, and despite my choice of clothing, short dark skirt, white top, no bra and black see through panties, I still wasn’t sure that I wanted a rerun of last night.

I had two reasons, one was the belief that you never replay something as good as last night and the second was the very practical fact that as a wife and mother this relationship could only bring me trouble.

The leader of the cleaning crew appeared and said that they’d finished and would Davis like to inspect their work.

“Are you satisfied?” Davis asked the leader, a middle aged and over weight woman.

“I think its fine.”

“Then I’ll trust to your judgement. If you’ll submit your invoice I’ll arrange payment the day I receive it, thank you and your crew for all your effort.”

The woman broke out into a smile, wished us both a good day and left.

Davis looked across at me. “They have worked hard, and I believe her in that they have finished. If I find out that they haven’t I’ll just reduce the invoice. No reason to spoil a lovely day by looking for dust or wine spillages.” He explained.

“You cunning devil!” I laughed.

“No cunning in it. I found out years ago that a few compliments and trusting in people always worked, providing you have a fallback if you’re let down. It’s good for people’s morale to feel trusted and appreciated.” He looked smug, almost overly confident. He touched my hand and I didn’t withdraw it.

“I don’t even know what you do, how you came to own this place?” It was just another attempt to keeping what was probably inevitable at bay. I wasn’t going to appear easy, even if last night I’d acted like a bar-room tart.

“How do you know I do own this place?” He chuckled.

“I just thought … are you kidding me?”

“Well done. This is mine, all mine, bought and paid for, been mine for the better part of ten years now.” He was bragging and I let him continue. In some men bragging was an immediate turn off and irritant, but I could cope with Davis. I didn’t know why, but I could.

“So, what made the money that bought this place?” I wasn’t being nosy or anything like that. It was a genuine curiosity at least that was my excuse.

“Money, filth lucka, I have a knack of seeing a struggling firm and making something out of it.” Davis conceded.

“You mean like making them profitable again and then selling them on?”

Davis looked at me ruefully. “I’m not that noble, the last business I bought was a family engineering firm, maybe ten employees’ some of whom had been there since the Korean war. The business had nothing, was out of date and failing, but it owned the land the workshops were built on and I happened to know that a retail outfit was looking for a service depot. So I bought the company, laid off the staff and sold the land. In three months I destroyed a business that had been in the same family for three generation and made myself the better part of a million dollars. It isn’t pretty or philanthropic, but it makes me the money to buy a place like this … so now you have discovered that I’m not the golden hearted industrialist I suppose you’ll be leaving?”

“Why, because you’ve been honest with me, I prefer that.” I replied. “If you don’t mind, why don’t you give the grand tour?”

It finished at the doorway to his bedroom, now why hadn’t I expected that. ”What’s through here?” I pushed open the door to reveal a bedroom the size of most peoples lounge, with a huge bed as its centre piece. “Can I?” I stepped inside without waiting for his answer; the bed was unmade, his clothes strewn across the room. “Not very organised are you.”

“I need a woman around the place.” He’d come to stand behind my and now wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.

“To clean for you and I thought that it was my good looks and …” I wriggled my butt against his groin and was pleased to feel him growing against me.

A couple of minutes later we folded naked onto the untidy pile of his bed. I let him have full reign of my body and just writhed and groaned as his mouth clamped on each boob in turn. I squealed when his fingers found my pussy. I playfully slapped him when his fingers found my butt hole and I came when he screwed me.

It was a perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon, in bed with a fit, active and intelligent partner. We had fucked and now I just lay there, savouring the memories and wondering what was next.

I heard the on suite toilet flush and Davis returned, the condom now on its way into the town’s sewerage system. I couldn’t resist really giving his body the stare, after what we’d done together I had the right to be nosy.

It’s sad but true that I have girl friends who couldn’t even describe what their husband’s dick looked like. I gave Davis the full scrutiny, even flaccid his dick was impressive, a good three inches with what seemed a huge bulbous head, the veins stood out down its length down to a low slung ball sac and a mass of brown wiry pubic hair.

“Seen enough?” He grinned.

“I do have the right.” I said smugly. “After what we have done together, I think I have to right to stare.”

“Then so do I.” Davis retorted, his eyes dipped to, his eyes dipped to my groin.

I sat up, braced myself against the pillows, drew up my knees and then opened my legs wide. “How’s that.” I murmured.

“Beautiful, can I get closer?”

“You already have, so why not again?” I loved this stuff, the banter and teasing. It just didn’t happen anymore with Rich; perhaps we were too familiar with each other to be excited by the sight of each others sex organs.

Davis slithered up the bed and I hoped that he was thinking what I was thinking. A moment later I felt his breath against my pussy and then his tongue. He could read my mind.

I toyed with doing the same, but decided that Davis could wait and that he could spend sometime pampering me.

Eventually I returned the compliment but not until I’d splattered his face with my cum. Soon Davis’s dick was beginning to grow, for an old man he recovered his steel pretty quickly. As soon as he was hard I stared making moves. I love a hard dick, but not always in my mouth and I had no intention of his cumming there. Swallowing cum isn’t something I enjoy.

Davis took the hint. I buried my face in the pillows and raised my butt high. I love this position, I feel so open and exposed, so vulnerable. I felt his dick nose between my buttocks.

“Not there, lower!” I cried. I have never done anal and I had no intention of starting today.

Davis shifted slightly and his dick slid in, the word ready to describe my condition was an understatement.

Doggie style satisfies all my needs. I love the way that a man can pound away, how he grabs my hips for control. I even love the fact I can’t see his face, sometimes a man’s sexier if you can’t see his face during sex.

It couldn’t last, neither the sex nor our time together. I wriggled from his embrace, took a quick shower (without asking), and dried myself on a huge and luxurious towel before dressing.

Davis had watched all this from the bed. When I was ready to leave he slipped on a pair of shorts he’d found on the bedroom floor. I shuddered, wondering how long they had lain there.

“Can I see you again?” He asked.

I didn’t answer.

At the main door Davis caught my arm. “I mean it; I want to see you again.”

I couldn’t look at him and anyway the bright sunlight had dazzled me. I shielded my eyes and looked away into the distance. “I know you mean it. I just don’t see how I can. We live sixty miles apart and I have two young boys to look after.”

“Sixty miles is nothing, an hour’s drive, I don’t mind that and you must spend some time away from your family?”

“Yeah … but…”

“The real issue is whether you want to see me again.” Davis said.

The crunch question, Davis wanted to see me but that was his dick talking. The real question was did I want to see him? I didn’t have the answer; I truly didn’t and told him so. I tried not to make it sound like a brush off.

“You want time?” He persisted.

“I don’t know what I want!” I snapped. “This isn’t easy for me. I’m the one with a family and in case you are forgotten, my sister has just gotten engaged to your son, which makes us some kind of in laws to each other.”

“When can I see you again?” He repeated. If the thought of shagging his son’s sister in law troubled him he concealed it very well.

“Are you always this stubborn?” I scolded.

“When I see something I want yes.”

“Well I’m not up for redevelopment!” I almost shouted.

At last Davis took a mental if not physical step backwards. “Sorry, I forget myself sometimes. I just so want to see you again, and it’s not just a sex thing, I like being with you.”

There was that charm again, rough and unconventional, but a charm all the same. I wasn’t weakening, but I had started to reconsider things, which is weakening under another name.

“I won’t hurt anyone, my family, sister, anyone. If it gets out of hand then you have to promise me that we’ll finish.”

“Of course, of course. If that’s what you want, anything.” He said all too eagerly.

It was his dick talking again. “There will have to be some rules, how we keep in touch, that sort of thing.” I added. Jesus did I really want to do this?

“Of course.”

“No motels, I’d die of embarrassment checking into a motel at lunchtime.”

“Of course not!”

I should have guessed that Davis’s solution would be extravagant. A week later after I’d dropped the boys off at the playschool I saw him standing by his car. I panicked, somehow imagining that he’d be recognised and that our affair was common knowledge.

“What are you doing here?” I hissed after I marched over to him. At least I could use the cover story of Danny and my sister.

“I was passing by…” He saw the look of disbelief in my face. “Honestly, I was in Accrington last night, stopped at a hotel and realised that seeing you would only take me a few miles out of my way.”

I did some maths. “I’d say about thirty miles out of your way.”

Davis wasn’t going to be fazed by my accusation. “I’m used to travelling; to you thirty miles might be a long way, for me it’s a detour. Now can you talk?”

Talk I guessed was code for having a quick fuck. “I think that this is a bit public.” I said.

“What about your place!”

“NO way!” I exploded. He had to be mad or very desperate.

“Take a drive in my car?” He suggested now.

“WHAT and leave mine here, outside the place where my boys are, like I said, no way.”

“Alright, you drive and I’ll follow.” Davis suggested, his tone clearly annoyed, he was after all used to getting his own way.

“Alright.” I knew the area; I knew the places where my friends went and I knew or thought that I knew where we could be alone. We drove towards the mall where I left my car before hurriedly and somewhat guiltily diving into his car.

The redeeming features of Davis’s stretch limo were its size which lent itself to sex and the anonymity of the dull black windows. The down side was that you couldn’t have hid the dam thing even if your life depended upon that.

We ended up five miles away, off a dirt track that I knew led to a fishing lake. We tried to hide the limo but anyone passing by was almost certain to see it and there could be no sensible reason for a hundred thousand dollar limo to be parked off a side road.

All this time I’d held my anger in check, just giving him the minimal instructions to arrive here. Of course if I’d have any sense I wouldn’t have been here in the first place.

“Nice place…”

“IDIOT!” I snapped. “What the FUCK did you think you were doing?”

Once more if I thought that Davis would be thrown off balance by my outburst then I was mistaken. He killed the radio and twisted in his seat to face me.

“I can’t get you out of my head.” He began. “I just had to see you; every time the telephone rang I hoped that it would be you. So if you’re mad I’m sorry, but right now I’m with the woman I want to be with.”

It was a long speech by Davis’s standards, but it was the content that rocked me. What had he said, I couldn’t quite believe what I’d just heard. “What did you just say?”

“I’m with the woman I want to be with.” He repeated.

“Shit!” I gasped.

“I know, but I have to say how I feel.” Davis said.

“It’s just a fixation.” I breathed. “It’s nothing more than lust talking.” I added.

“That’s for time to decide, right now ….”

“I know, I know … you want to be with me. So, here I am, do I just take my knickers down?” I was still trying to provoke him.

“I brought you this … perhaps it was a mistake.” He handed me a key and what I thought was a business card.

It had an address on it and I read it out loud. “Sixty Two the Heights?” The Heights wasn’t actually in town, it sat on the edge of state reservoir and next to the small marina that despite local protests had been built over the past few years. It was very exclusive and a place I’d never even visited.

I looked over to him for an explanation.

“We can go there, its discrete and very private.” He fumbled on his pocket. “I also have a key.” He held it up. “You said no motels and I hate the thought of just using a car, so then I thought of an apartment, somewhere private.”

He was going to fast, way to fast but I didn’t know how to stop him. We’d be moving in together next.

I told him that I had to visit the place on my own and he agreed, and then just to show how full of bullshit we both could be, we fucked in his car.

I could just carry on relating how we met at the apartment, fucked, talked and then fucked again. I won’t, I’ll just summarise the events.

I expected our affair to run its course, but it didn’t. If anything it became more intense as the months went by. It couldn’t last, I mean, no one else knowing. Rich had to be wondering why I was less and less interested in him.

Eventually somebody and I don’t know who, saw Davis and I together, word got back to Rich and then all hell broke lose.

Davis and I were practically family and some people though we were committing the in-law version of incest.

There were only two alternatives, I stayed with Rich and we patched things up or I went with Davis and probably ended any relationship with my sister.

It was simply a question of whom I want to be with. Easy choice, the father of my children and until Davis had appeared, was the only man I had ever felt real emotions for, or a middle aged business man who was offering me, what, the good life? Yeah, if I chose Davis then I’d never have to wonder whether I could afford that dress or think about changing the beds.

I picked Davis; don’t accuse me of picking the easy life. Marcie didn’t welcome me as her new mother-in-law; my parents couldn’t handle the change in me and Rich never understood. I kept custody of the boys who are still too young to be really hurt by the break-up of their parent’s marriage.

As for the future, I haven’t the faintest idea. I’m the third Mrs. Reynolds and whether I’m the last only time will tell. I have to build a relationship again with Marcie. I don’t think of her as my step daughter in law (if there is such a thing), we are sisters who happen to have married men in the same family. It’s happened before and we have to be adult enough to handle it. Like wise I have a step son who’s only a few years my junior. I have parents who can’t cope with the mix of relationships their kids are mixed up in. It’s all something I have to cope with, if I can.

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