Chapter 7: Janet’s Story

I guess that this whole thing got started because I had this nagging fear, or maybe it was more of an “anxiety,” but anyhow, it was my doing.

Doug and I have been together 17 years. He’s the love of my life, and I can’t imagine life without him.

And that’s the point. I’m an adult woman and I know some things about life. And one of the things I know is that at a certain age, that men start to feel that they’re missing something, and they start to feel that they need something ... different.

And, no, Doug had never said anything or shown any signs at all that his interest in me was fading or that he was dissatisfied with his life – or with our life – in any way. I think he feels about me exactly the same way I feel about him. And sex is still great. No, the fires don’t burn as hot as they did when we were 19 and first getting together, but on the other hand we’ve learned some things over the years, about sex and about how to please each other.

Still, Doug is a man, and men are men. And I knew – know – that when men of a certain age start to feel that they’re missing out on something they often do stupid – sometimes destructive – things to find what it is they think they’re missing. And I was determined that I was not going to let that happen to him – to us.

And that’s when the idea started to form in my mind. Somehow in my mind I thought that the solution would be for Doug to have some kind of sexual experience with someone “safe,” someone who’d be able to provide the novelty and excitement he might feel he’s missing but wouldn’t try to lure Doug away from me – from us – and who Doug wouldn’t let himself fall in love with.

But who? Who do I – we – know that might be attractive to Doug but also “safe” and wouldn’t end up wrecking our home?

And that’s when my – our – daughter Jen said something that caught my attention. She happened to mention that her friend Tina’s mom was going to be gone on yet another of her many “business trips” the weekend after next.

Tina and Jen have been closest friends since the second grade. Tina is a lovely girl – now young woman, I guess. But the main thing is, she and Doug have known each other since she and Jen became friends eight years ago and they’ve always liked each other and get along well, and I think she sees him as kind of a second dad and I think Doug feels that she is like a second daughter.

And now Tina has grown into a lovely young woman. But more than that, I think that she is attracted to Doug. Over the past year I’ve noticed the way she looks at him and the kind of flirtatious way she acts around him and how she often finds ways to touch him or brush up against him when she thinks no one will notice.

I’ve never seen Doug react to these behaviors on Tina’s part, and he’s never said or done anything that’s the least bit inappropriate. On the other hand, he can’t have failed to notice how Tina has grown and how lovely she’s become. And by lovely I mean “sexy.” She has this, I don’t know, alluring, sultry way about her that I’m sure Doug hasn’t failed to notice.

So I asked Jen and she told me that I wasn’t mistaken, that Tina’s always liked Doug since the fourth grade, and now that she’s matured and begun realizing that men are starting to look at her she’s developed a kind of a crush on him. Jen says that Tina’s asked her several times if her dad thought she was pretty.

“Actually, Mom, that’s not quite right – she’s asked if Dad thinks she’s sexy.”

So when Jen told me all this I got an idea. My sister Ruthie had invited Jen and me to visit them in Des Moines, I realized that this might be the perfect opportunity. I told Jen the her Aunt Ruthie had invited us for a visit that weekend – the same weekend that Tina’s mom would be away. And that’s when I mentioned – casually, I hoped – that she might let Tina know that we’d be gone and that “your dad might get to feeling a little lonely that weekend so if she wanted to drop by and say hi, that I’m sure your dad would enjoy seeing her.”

When I said that last part Jenna gave me this strange look, like “Why’d you say that?” but I had to add, just to make sure, “Be sure to tell her. Your dad’s always liked Tina, and I think he’d be happy if she dropped by.” I just hoped I hadn’t laid it on too heavily or been too obvious, but I didn’t want to waste this chance. If it really was a chance.

So Jen said, “Sure, I’ll be sure to tell Tina,” and she said it in a way that indicated she knew that something might be up but she wasn’t sure what it was.

Of course I had doubts! Let’s face it – trying to arrange it so that an attractive teenage girl would come and “keep your husband company” so he won’t “wander off” and wreck our family? That’s almost a definition of insanity. Or maybe I’d misread the signals and that Tina isn’t really attracted to Doug? Or maybe she’d come but Doug would resist doing anything with his daughter’s best friend. Or it could backfire and Tina would seduce Doug and he’d fall in love with her and they’d run away to ... to ... where? Or maybe she wouldn’t even come and all my concerns would simply be wasted.

Or maybe I’m just a silly neurotic middle-aged (well, young middle-aged!) woman who’s worried about something completely imaginary.

But I was sure enough that I had to at least try. The week flew by (they seem to more and more, don’t they?), and all that time I kept asking myself these questions. But in the end I kept coming back to the conclusion I started with – that it was something I had to do – for our marriage, our family.

And when that Friday came and Jen got home from school and we got the car packed I was still experiencing a mixture of hope and dread. And excitement. There was just one more thing I needed to do before I joined Jen in the car.

I wanted to leave Doug in an aroused state of mind, just in case Tina did call him or come over.

When he and I went to say our goodbyes I surprised him with a big, wet, open-mouthed kiss and slipped my hand down between us and grasped his cock through his pants and squeezed, then slid my hand up and down the length of the hard-on I’d just caused several times.

And while I was still squeezing and stroking his cock I said, “Mmmm – still got it,” and gave him another quick kiss before turning and heading out to the car. I hoped my little tease would leave him in a sexy, wanting condition – IF, that is, Tina actually came over.

And all the time we were driving to Des Moines I kept thinking, “What have I done? Have I just made a terrible mistake?” But I decided, no – it’s not a mistake – I have to to it – for us.

By the time we pulled up in the driveway of Ruthie’s and Ed’s two-story brick Georgian I had forgotten most of my apprehensions and was just looking forward to seeing my sister and my niece and nephew.

Ruthie was already out the door and waiting for us. My sister Ruth is 18 months older than me, and you’d see immediately that we are sisters. Ruth is an inch or two taller than I am, but looking at us you’d have a hard time deciding which one of us is the “big” sister and which is the younger one.

While she and I were hugging and laughing Robbie and Rhonda came out, and I could tell immediately that Jenna was impressed by how her cousin looked in his red board shorts – and how his now-bare chest had developed since the last time we saw him. And I saw Robbie’s eyes when he saw how his 15-year-old cousin has grown since he saw her a year ago. Also, I couldn’t help noticing how “little” Rhonda had grown in the past year, and if I’d had any doubts I only had to check out the developing breasts that were pushing out the front of her cut-off T-shirt and the tight cut-off shorts that were exposing the undersides of her firm little butt cheeks and creeping up into her crotch.

Rhonda was the first to reach me.

“Oh, Aunt Janet, I’m so happy that you’re finally here!” She threw her arms around my waist and hugged me, but the way she did it, it was like she was purposely pressing her firm little boobies into me, just so I’d be sure to notice how much she’s “grown” since the last time.

Then Robbie took her place and hugged me. He didn’t do anything “special” – but then, he didn’t have to. It was immediately obvious that I was being held by a strong, athletic young man. He stepped back and said, “Looking good, Aunt Janet.”

Of course a woman always appreciates a compliment, especially from a handsome young man. But what Robbie said – and the way he said it – made me experience a little flutter inside.

Jenna ran up and hugged both of them – Robbie a little longer than Rhonda. Then they all ran into the house and upstairs to their bedrooms to share everything that’s happened over the past year.

Finally Ed, Ruthie’s husband came out of the house.

I guess I should explain a few things.

Ed and my sister started dating in high school, and from the very start I had a crush on him. In fact I used to fall asleep having dreams about him. Sometimes, even before I fell asleep. Often two or three times before I fell asleep, if you know what I’m saying.

But I was just his girlfriend’s bratty kid sister. He was always nice to me, and later on he would even talk Ruthie into letting me come along when they went places, but I was still always the tag-along kid sister. I finally gave up my crush and resigned myself to him being just my big sister’s nice boyfriend.

Her nice, good-looking boyfriend.

So that’s who came out of the house to greet me.

“Janet!” and he put his arms around me and gave me a big brother-in-law hug, and I have to admit, it felt kind of good.

He let go of me and held me at arms’ length and looked at me. But he did it in such a way that it seemed like he was looking me over.

Then he said it.

“I’m beginning to wonder if I married the wrong sister.”

I was horrified. I tried to look over at Ruthie to see how she reacted to her husband’s words. But instead of looking pissed she had this little smirk on her face, like somehow ... somehow her husband’s remark came as no surprise.

Ed still had his hands on my shoulders from when he said that thing about “marrying the wrong sister.” He pulled me to him again, and this time his hug was not so “brother-in-law”-ish, and for a second – okay, several seconds – I felt this flutter in my pussy, and all of a sudden I thought about Doug, and if Tina had really come over, and about what they might be doing by now, and I might have pressed my pelvis into Ed, just a little...

Finally he – we – let go and Ed went and picked up our weekend bags – Jen and I didn’t pack a lot because it was only a weekend, and besides, Ruthie would probably have anything we might need. They gave us some time to unwind from the drive and for me to change into some ‘round-the-house lounging clothes. I called home to let Doug know that we had arrived safely at Ruth and Ed’s, but he didn’t answer and the call went to voice mail. Of course I wondered what that meant, and if Tina...

Anyway, my niece Rhonda had made lasagna – everyone likes lasagna, and it can be warmed-up whenever people are finally ready to eat. Ruthie fixed a real Caesar salad, and by the time we were finished with dinner it was after eight o’clock.

While we we all clearing the table Rhonda said, “Taylor’s having a party and invited us over, and yes, her parents will be there all evening,” anticipating her mother’s concern, “ ... and I told her my cousin would be here and she said that Jenna should come too. So can we go? We’ll be back by 12, promise.” Robbie nodded, reinforcing his sister’s promise.

Ruthie actually seemed pleased when Rhonda mentioned the party.

“Okay, and it’s nice that she invited Jenna. Twelve-thirty, though, and not a minute later.”

The kids all went upstairs, presumably to change into party wear – “Jen can wear my new top” – and 20 minutes later they were bounding out the door, kissing their mom on the way out.

”’Bye, Mom.”

”’Bye, Mom.”

”’Bye, Aunt Ruthie,”

... and then they were gone.

“I’ll get some drinks and we can all go up to the TV room.”

Ed and I carried the last of the dinner dishes out to the kitchen and headed upstairs. Turns out that in Des Moines you can get a lot of house for your money, and that’s exactly what Ed and Ruthie did. Their upstairs had a master suite and three more bedrooms, plus a large “bonus room” which they’ve turned into what they call “the TV room,” except it’s more of a lounge, with a TV, a sound system, a large, comfy couch and two nice upholstered armchairs and several coffee and end tables, plus book shelving along one entire wall.

Ed turned on some music – I wasn’t even listening to what it was – and in a minute or two Ruthie came up with a tray holding an icy pitcher of some clear yellow-gold liquid and some short glasses. Then I saw the dish of coarse salt and realized that the pitcher must contain margaritas. Well, tequila is as good a way as any to unwind from a long day’s drive.

Ruthie set the tray down on the nearest table and started rubbing the rims of the three glasses with a lime wedge. She swiveled each glass in the dish of salt and then poured three very generous glasses of the chilled drink.

“Salud! It’s good to finally have you here with us, Janet.”

We sat and talked about stuff and caught up on things, including the kids, of course – they all seem to be growing up so fast.

And then Ruthie – or was it Ed? – asked, “So, what’s Doug doing this weekend while you and Jen are here?”

I froze for a moment. I mean, it was a normal, perfectly reasonable question under the circumstances, but my mind was full of conflicting answers.

Finally I said, “Ed doesn’t have anything special going – just hanging around the house for the weekend.” But then for some reason I heard my voice saying, “A friend of Jen’s might drop over...”

Ruthie and Ed looked at each other, like “What does that mean?” especially since any “friend of Jen’s” would likely be a girl – and a teenage one at that. But they didn’t ask any more and I certainly didn’t want to draw any more attention to my inadvertent slip.

Or was it? Was I subconsciously trying to let them know that Doug ... that I ... that we what?”

But like I said, nothing more, although knowing Ruthie and Ed there was no way they were going to forget it.

So we talked about other things. I sat at one end of the couch and Ed at the other end and Janet opposite us in one of the armchairs, and before long Janet was refilling our margaritas. She hadn’t made them especially strong, which meant that they went down easily. The conversation also flowed easily, and eventually we were talking about “old times” – in particular, about when Ruthie and Ed were dating.

“I told Ed how all the time we were dating you had a crush on him...”

I was horrified! Horrified that my sister knew, and horrified that she’d told her boyfriend – her husband – Ed.

“I did NOT!” but my attempt at righteous indignation sounded as lame as it really was. “I mean, how did you know...,” and realizing that I’d just admitted it I quickly “corrected” myself. “Why would you ever think that, that I had a ‘crush’ on Ed?”

“Oh, pleeeze, Janet. Every night I could hear you through that flimsy partition wall that Dad put up so you and I’d each have our own bedrooms – ‘Oh, Ed ... Ed – oh yes, Ed!” Sometimes two or three times a night. God, I was afraid you’d rub yourself raw, the way you’d go at it.”

To add to my horror, everything Ruthie said was absolutely true. I did have a crush on my sister’s hunky boyfriend, to the point that, yes, I did masturbate to fantasies of him, and yes, sometimes several times a night before falling asleep.

And, yes, some mornings – okay, a lot of mornings! – I’d wake up with my pussy sore from the abuse I’d given it the night before while I thought of her boyfriend-now husband.

But still, I never though my sister knew. And I never, ever would have imagined that she’d ever tell her boyfriend about it.

But Ruthie just laughed, and she got out of her chair and came over and kissed me.

“Don’t worry, Janet. ‘Cause what you probably didn’t know – don’t know – is that from early on my boyfriend had the hots for my cute little sister.”

That Ruthie knew about my crush on Ed surprised me. But that Ed – her husband, Ed – ever was attracted to me came as a complete shock – so much so that I was at a loss for words. I looked over at Ed to see how he reacted to this ... revelation.

He just continued looking at me, smiling.

“Like, lots of times he’d comment on how good you looked – mostly when you were wearing something that was real tight or skimpy.” She smirked at her husband, who was still smiling at me, seemingly unfazed by the way his wife was sharing their secrets.

I couldn’t believe what my sister just said! This time I didn’t even try to sneak a look toward Ed – my head jerked involuntarily to see what effect his wife’s words were having.

He just sat there on the other end of the couch, sipping on his drink and smiling – smiling at me.

Ruthie emptied her margarita glass and then got up and said, “Time to make some more drinks.” Then she added, “Ed, why don’t you put on some music – you and Janet can dance while I make the drinks.”

In fact, Ed always liked to dance, and even when we were in high school and they were dating Ed and I used to dance. Ed was actually a good dancer but Ruthie didn’t really enjoy it and she’d usually end up telling us to dance, so her suggestion now wasn’t so off-the-wall. But I was still flustered by Ruthie’s confessions – especially that last remark, about how her husband once had the hots for me, and I wondered if he still...

Fortunately, as Ruthie was going down to the kitchen to make a new batch of margaritas Ed got up and went over to their sound system. He pressed a button and a computer-like display screen lit up, and he touched some things and scrolled through some things and then he touched it one more time...

And out of some speakers that I couldn’t see came the unmistakable voice of Johnny Mathis. I remember that Johnny Mathis was maybe our very favorite to dance to. And no – we’re not old enough to remember Johnny Mathis. In fact, our mom and dad aren’t quite that old – I think that they grew up listening and seeing their parents dancing to him. But his songs are still the perfect music for slow dancing.

Also, perfect make-out music.

I was glad we were no longer talking about who had – or who has - a crush on whom, and even though it had more than two decades it still felt familiar to be dancing with Ed. He’s maybe five inches taller than me so I fit right into his arms.

And into his body.

Without really thinking about it, without ever intending to do it, as “It’s Not for Me to Say’” – “But here for the moment, I can hold you fast” – was playing I let my body press, then sag, into his. It just seemed like the natural thing to do.

And when I did, I felt it, felt his hard-on pressing against my crotch – against my pussy.

Realizing what was happening, what I was doing, I pulled away suddenly. But then I relaxed, and I leaned into him again, like before. And this time Ed slid his hand farther down, so that now it was resting against the upturn of my ass, and he pressed. He pressed my hips closer, tighter, against him – into him. And that’s when I felt that flutter in my pussy again.

The sensations in my pussy were happening more frequently, and getting stronger, deeper...

And that’s when I sensed something behind me, and then I felt arms reaching around me and around Ed’s waist, and I sensed the warm, slightly boozy breath in my hair...

... and realized that my sister was now behind me, pressing up against me, pushing me harder into her husband, against the hardness in his crotch, and that now I was dry-humping my sister’s handsome husband while she was right behind me, forcing us even closer together.

... and thought, “Oh, shit, is this really happening? Is my sister actually trying to get me to ‘make out’ with her husband – the husband that I had such a terrible yearning for all those years ago when we were in high school? The husband who used to think that her little sister was ‘hot,’ and judging from right now apparently still does...?’

Ruthie took her hands off Ed’s waist and gripped my arms and turned me around, so that now I was facing her.

And I saw that in the time she was gone – the time Ed and I were... – that she’d changed her clothes. She no longer had on the slacks and top she’d been wearing since we arrived. Instead she had on this slinky purple-colored satin gown – and it wasn’t closed. She pulled me closer, so that now her naked front was touching against me, and she kissed me on the lips, a gentle, “promising” kiss.

“Remember when I said that Ed was hot for you? I used to tease him about it, like sometimes when we were making out in my room and you were home I’d ask him if he wanted me to invite you in to join us.”

Oh, shit – the idea of my sister inviting me to join her making out with her boyfriend! And then my mind started to work. What if she – they’d – actually asked me to join them, and what if I really did? And then my mind started to reel with the idea of what that would be like, and what we’d do, and in particular, what would Ed and I do, or more precisely, what would Ed do to me?

“Of course, we never did, although some times when Mom and Dad were out I actually thought of inviting you to my room to join Ed and me, but then I thought how if they caught us how Mom and Dad would go ballistic...,” she smiled, “Or if my boyfriend liked fucking my little sister more than he liked fucking me...”

I couldn’t believe she actually said that! The words, “fucking my little sister!” And she even said them twice! What the hell is my sister trying to do?

“He never said yes to my teasing.” She reached over to take a drink that she’d apparently poured for herself. “But he never said no, either. In fact, I bet that half the time we were making out he was thinking about you.” She looked over my shoulder at Ed and smiled, but I couldn’t see his expression.

“In fact, I think half of the time we’re having sex now he’s picturing you.” Only this time she wasn’t looking at Ed – she was looking squarely at me. And her look was like a challenge – “How do you feel about that – my husband fucking me while he’s imagining you?”

But before I could respond to her... challenge ... or even think about how I felt about it, Ruthie kissed me – again. And this time he kiss was longer and softer, and I almost felt myself responding to it.

As sisters growing up Ruthie and I had practiced kissing lots of times so that we’d be sure to be able to do it “right” when the time came to kiss a real boy! And I’ll admit, sometimes those kisses lasted a long time. But those longer kisses were not so much passionate as they were “gymnastic” – just two young girls experimenting with different ways of kissing.

This kiss was different. This was a tender, sexy kiss, more like the ones that my college roommate Carol and I used to share. Often.

And without my realizing it, Ruthie had broken our kiss and was unbuttoning the shirt that I had changed into. With my shirt open, my sister unhooked the front clasp of my bra, then slid them both back off my shoulders. I looked down at my now-naked chest and realized that my nipples had become hard and erect. Ruthie leaned down and took one of those hard, erect nipples between her lips and began gently teasing it with her tongue.

While she was doing that her fingers were working at the clasp and button of my cotton slacks, but she wasn’t able to pull them off me and down to the floor while her lips were still up around my nipple.

That’s when I felt a pair of hands – man’s hands – reach around me and begin caressing my nipples while Ruthie knelt and finished peeling my slacks down to the floor, and without thinking I lifted one foot, then the other, and stepped out of the pile of clothes at my feet.

I stood there, naked except for my bikini panties, while my sister’s husband gently massaged my breasts and toyed with my nipples before slipping one of those hands inside my turquoise blue silk panties and began sliding his index finger up and down inside my wet, slippery slit...

... and I came.

I came on my sister’s husband’s fingers.

I came so hard that I squirted, soaking those blue silk panties while that husband kissed my neck and held me and gently stroked and squeezed my nipples while his wife, my sister, held my ass and pressed her face into those sodden panties.

Ruthie stood up and pulled me to her again, and she kissed me – we kissed – her one hand around my neck while the other slid its way down the back of my panties and fingered my snatch, wet from my sex and my squirt juices. And it felt so good, just to let go, to enjoy the sensations of my sister’s slim fingers stroking my sex in all the right ways and to savor the marvelous climax I’d just experienced, with the certain knowledge that there would be more coming this weekend – many more.

Without taking her hands off – or out of – me, my sister turned us around – and there was Ed, leaning back on the couch, his erection sticking out from his midsection and his hands extended toward mine, and my sister guiding me, guiding my knees up onto the sofa cushions and straddling her husband’s midsection and that glorious erection...

And at that moment I thought of Doug. It was almost ten o’clock and he still hadn’t returned my call. Maybe he hadn’t noticed the little “message waiting” light blinking on the phone. Or maybe he called one of his buddies from work and they decided to meet up somewhere...

... or maybe Tina had come over, and maybe I could picture Doug lying on his back, and that slim, sexy, sultry teenage girl riding on top of him, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure from having my husband’s grownup cock filling her young cunt...

... and as my sister held her husband’s hard-on steady I lowered myself onto that glorious erection, and I experienced the feeling of being filled by my sister’s husband’s big cock.

Yes, I’d just cheated on Doug, and I’ve cuckolded my sister.

Except that my big sister wasn’t acting very cuckolded. She leaned down so her own stiff nipples were dragging across my back and her slim hand was sliding up and down between my legs, exploring the point where her husband’s cock was sliding in and out of my cunt, occasionally slipping them around – and occasionally inside of – the puckered flesh of my asshole.

And I looked down at Ed, and I looked into his eyes and he pulled me down to him so our mouths were mashed together, so we were practically fucking each other with out mouths.

I dug my nails into Ed’s muscled chest, and I came again – the second time in as many minutes.

After two orgasms, now I owed Ed.

With a last kiss, I raised myself up off his chest, then tilted my hips forward and began sliding up and down the length of his cock, still hard and un-relieved. With each move I made sure my clit was getting full contact with the top of his cock, but before I knew it I was cumming again. I can’t believe how frustrated and horny I must have been to cum three times so quickly

Also, I realized that if we kept up this way Ed was never going to get off. I wrapped my arms around him and said, “Roll over with me,” and somehow we both managed to roll over on the couch so I was on the bottom and Ed was on top of me without ever losing our connection.

And now, with Ed on top, I saw his wife bunch three fingers together and put them in her mouth and get them good and coated with her saliva. Then she put a big glob of spit on her fingers and started massaging her husband’s asshole, then working two, then three fingers all the way inside of him. In less than a minute I felt Ed’s cock start to pulse inside me, and then the jets of his cum started hitting the insides of my cunt and I came one more time. I could see that Ruthie was using the hand that wasn’t in her husband’s ass to grind her clit to an orgasm to match Ed’s and mine.

Ed and I were exhausted from our climaxes and just laid there, exchanging little kisses, and then more passionate kisses. But the fact is, we were both to depleted to do any more.

Ruthie lay there, her head resting on her husband’s solid ass, until she glanced at the clock.

“It’s barely ten o’clock. The kids won’t be home for at least two hours – let’s go into our bedroom – we can be more comfortable there.”

We grabbed the clothes we’d shed, and as soon as got in their bedroom Ruthie stripped my soggy panties off me and tossed them into their bathroom sink. I guess we’ll deal with those later. Then Ed pulls me onto their huge California king bed and guides me into a sixty-nine. Ed’s cock tastes like my pussy and his cum and I start to feel dizzy, and the only thing that keeps me oriented is Ed, sucking the swollen flesh of my freshly-fucked pussy into his mouth.