Chapter 26: Erin Comes Home

August – Year 1

When Lynn and I got home we had dinner and watched TV for a bit. We were naked and cuddling and while it felt right, it didn’t.

“Honey, I need to tell you something.”

“Oh shit! I’m gonna die.”

“Paul! You are not going to die.”

“Well in those silly cheater stories I used to read online, the woman always starts off the confession with that sentence.”

“That is because of poor and uninspired writing techniques. Plus, you know that I would never cheat on you. However...”

“Oh-oh!” Smack I got a slap on the shoulder.

“It just doesn’t feel right cuddling like this without Erin.”

“Lover, we have cuddled alone before when Erin was at work. How is this so different?”

“Erin is not at work. She is in the hospital. When she is at work we cuddle until she gets home and then fuck our brains out. She won’t be home tonight, again. I feel like I am cheating on her.”

I didn’t say anything for the longest time. Then I held Lynn tighter and kissed her wonderful bald head.

“I kind of feel the same way, but we shouldn’t. We’re married. We married Erin and she married us AND we married each other. I miss her too. So, I am going to take a shower and then I am going to bed and then I am going to hold on to my wife and try to get a good night’s sleep.”

I let Lynn go and went to the shower. She followed. I started the water and got in. She followed. I washed myself. She did herself and I watched as she soaped up her strawberry patch.

“I love that part of your body! It would break my heart if you ever shaved it.”

“I know what you mean. It would signal that something was really wrong. But you will never have to worry about that. Ever!”

I rinsed off the soap. She did as well. I took a towel and dried myself. She did too. I walked into the bedroom and pulled back the covers and got in. Lynn dried her hair and came to bed. She chose the side I was facing and when she climbed in she backed herself to spoon with me. I put my hand on her soft hip. She took it and pulled it around to her breast.

“I love you, Lynn. I love you Erin.”

“I love you, Paul. I love you, Erin.”

I woke up early, feeling completely rested, even refreshed. My wife lay beside me, warm and soft and inviting. As I lay there my thoughts flew all over the world. I thought about happiness and lust. My thoughts suddenly stopped and I had an overwhelming feeling of ... home. I was home, with my wife. That is when I knew, in my heart of hearts, that if I had to choose, if it was a life or death decision, that Lynn was my first wife.

Erin was a close second. Lynn had been the woman that pulled my head out of my ass and made me realize that I could love again. And boy could I. I suddenly found that I had enough love for two women; two fantastic, beautiful, strong, emotionally and ethically powerful women.

Lynn stirred and rolled to look in my eyes.

“Please make love to me. Make love to me and make me forget that Erin is hurt. Then let’s take a shower and you can fuck me in the ass, nice and hard because I feel guilty that I love you more than I love Erin. I had a dream that I had to choose between you and Erin and I chose you without hesitation. It felt wrong.”

“Lover, I was just thinking the same thing! If push came to shove, you would be my first wife and Erin a very close second. You know that you saved my life, right? I was headed for a crappy life when I met you. You woke up the fact that I could love. You did it so well that I have enough love for two. I really do and I hope that you do too.”

We were quiet for a while letting all of this settle in. Lynn released my hand, leaving it on her breast and reached behind her to hold my erection. She wasn’t rubbing it or anything. Just holding it like a kid holds onto its favorite toy. So, in a way, I must be her favorite toy. I could handle that. I flexed my muscles and tried to make my dick jump in her hand. It worked and she pulled back from me briefly and pushed away the covers.

She looked behind her and I gave her an eyebrow wiggle and she got the message. She started to stroke me then when she had gotten me hard enough, she lifted her leg and pulled me to her and took me all in one stroke. She lay there and flexed her muscles to begin to squeeze and release my hard cock.

“Lynn, you feel so good when you do that.”

I whispered into her ear while enjoying the hot, wet confines of my wife’s body from inside her hot, wet pussy.

“Yes, and you feel just right too.” She pulled out of me and pushed me onto my back, then straddled me and reseated my erection into her body. She leaned down and I pulled her in close so that we could kiss and hug. When she sat back up straight, I moved my hands up and down her body tweaking her nipples, moving two fingers between us so that her clit could be stimulated.

She moved up and down, then back and forth and when I had a finger on her clit, she would lean forward and grind that thing against me trying to get every bit of stimulation she could from me. She finally came while in this position and pulsations of her vagina brought me to conclusion and I came in her groaning out my satisfaction of our coupling. She leaned forward and rested on me keeping her favorite toy right where it belonged.

After the time it took for me to shrink and plop out of her we got up and went to the shower and after creating enough suds, I did as my first wife requested and slid my re-erect penis into her ass. She screamed when she came after I pounded into her hard time after time with my hands having a firm grip on her hips.

Afterwards she soaped up and cleaned off my soft cock and I soaped up her bright red pubes, making sure that she had the cleanest clit ever. I soaped up and cleaned everything out of her much looser butt hole. We rinsed, dried and dressed and headed to the hospital to get our wife.

We walked in and went straight the reception desk and greeted the former reception nazi. She was warm and friendly and wished us the best since we would leave by a different door. We took the elevator up to her floor and walked past the nurse station to find our wife sitting up in bed. Her face still wrapped up in a white dressing.