Chapter 3: Thinking Things Over

That night as I lay in bed I found myself thinking about all we had discussed at church and I wondered if it was going to be as innocent and easy as Melissa thought. What she didn’t know was my fantasy about being with a married couple was NOT exactly about helping them. Noooooo, quite the opposite! My dream fantasy was that the wife would want me at first but then she would be devastated when she saw how much her husband loved fucking me more than her. However, in this case I liked Richard and Melissa so much I couldn’t see myself doing anything to harm their marriage and besides, half a fantasy fulfilled is better than none! Oh well, I would just have to see how it goes. Even though I’d promised Melissa I wouldn’t tell my parents, I never keep any secrets from my mom so the next morning at breakfast I told my mother all about what Melissa had asked me to do. Her eyes widened and a sly smile came to her full lips.

“You have GOT to be kidding,” she laughed, “Richard and Melissa! No way!” She shook her head in disbelief. “They’re the ones always preaching to the kids AND the parents about sexual immorality and how our society has become so corrupt and decadent. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything but it’s going to be damn hard keeping a straight face next time I see them. Just wait until I tell your dad ... you know he thinks Melissa is hot don’t you?”

I just grinned at that last statement. My dad loved my mother totally and I knew without any doubt whatsoever that he would never cheat on her no matter how hot he thought another woman was. That was one of the key values I’d learned from them while growing up - respect for the sanctity of marriage. My mom and dad were so in love and so confident of the faithfulness of the other that one could openly discuss such thoughts and feelings without offending the other.

I knew that when I was married I would follow the example they had set for me and only have sex with my husband and family. I knew that at times it must have been difficult for them but the results of such a faithful marriage were more than sufficient proof of the rewards it brought. Even swinging where both partners agreed it was OK for the other to have sex with someone else was not acceptable for my parents since they knew someday it would come back to haunt them.

Deep inside I respected Richard and Melissa for maintaining their wedding vows all these years and it almost seemed a shame to be the one to help them break those vows but it would be their choice in the end so I felt no real remorse. I only hoped they didn’t regret it once they gave it up and then realized that they could never reclaim it.