Chapter 5

Just after Rebeccah went back to her bedroom to get dressed to go to the library Krissy appeared in the hallway that led from the bedrooms to the kitchen. When she saw me standing in the kitchen she stopped and looked at me. I could tell by the redness under her eyes that she’d been crying recently. She’d just washed her face and had put on some fresh lipstick. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail that made her look much younger than I knew she was. She wore loose-fitting brown workout shorts and an ecru-colored short-sleeved cotton T-shirt. It was obvious to my eye that she wore neither panties nor a bra. The cheeks of her well-maintained behind were too well-defined and smooth, but there could’ve been a thong—I could never tell. Her breasts though, nowhere near as large as Rebeccah’s, were a B-cup. But they were perky with no apparent sagginess to them. Her unslung nipples showed prominent shadows through the thin fabric of her top. I could tell they were substantial.

“I had a wonderful time last night, Krissy,” I said, “You guys are great hosts, the food was fabulous. And the wine was...”

“Too much?” Krissy filled in.

I smiled and said, “Do you have a headache between your eyes too?” She nodded her head. Recognizing the accusing look I said, “You’ve talked with Rebeccah about last night?”

“Rebeccah and I talk about everything Morgan,” she answered. “I apologize for the brazen way she came after you.” Silent for a moment she continued, “She gets it from her aunt.” Her smile was one of both amusement and sadness.

“Martha?”

“I guess she’s probably told you more than she should have.”

“She told me what she told me, Krissy. I didn’t ask for the information, and I would never share it with others. I’m funny about those things.”

“I’m not ashamed of the way we’ve lived,” Krissy said. “And I don’t care much for judgmental people.”

Realizing was out of my element and had to defuse a situation that could get out of hand, I gazed intently into her eyes and said, I would prefer that you think of me as a discerning person rather than a judgmental one. Though I was quite happy in my marriage I’ve lived an uninteresting life. So, things I haven’t been accustomed to might take a while for me to accept. But I would say I’m more curious than judgmental. And if you’ve experienced things I haven’t that just speaks to the unexciting life I’ve lived ... but I enjoyed it. If I have offended you in any way, Krissy, I certainly apologize.” I was surprised how her body seemed to soften at my apology and I could see moisture welling in her eyes.

Krissy had been confused since Morgan had moved in next door to her and Rebeccah. When Doug and Martha died, she was devastated. From the time her marriage began sex had been a major part of her life. Unlike Martha, Krissy had been able to control her actions or at least not let them control her the way her twin had. She had always been envious of her sister for her obvious enjoyment of sex and had wanted to let herself go. But she hadn’t been able to at first.

A virgin on her wedding night she let herself go completely with Doug. It was Martha’s kind of wildness that she began to understand and found how much she enjoyed it. Though she was faithful to her husband she found herself fantasizing about men, even strangers walking down the street. And sex with Doug was always wild and enthusiastic.

He was a kinky lover, kind of prudish, but with her husband, she willingly accepted anything he suggested and found that with his approval she loved it. She was surprised that her first sexual occurrence with the Bon Marche buyer, Vince Bamberg was surprisingly easy for her to segue into as long as she had Doug’s approval. As long as she knew her husband wanted her to do it, she was even okay with the threesome, finding it both intriguing and exciting. It was at that point that she realized how much like her twin sister she was.

After the first Bamberg situation, it happened again on every trip, always in a threesome. There were also other clients, usually in threesomes but sometimes alone with them with which she wasn’t as comfortable. But she never felt like she was being used. She considered herself a partner in Doug’s business activities and was pleased that she was helping in his success, always doing what she did for the financial benefit of the family.

It wasn’t long though before she began fantasizing about sex with other men, finding herself getting horny while watching attractive strangers walking down the street. When Doug was killed her life changed in more than just the matrimonial way. Having sex with another man while her husband watched or took part became fulfillment in a way that she could never have explained to anyone else.

Her sister Martha had dated her husband, Doug, before introducing him to Krissy. Krissy didn’t resent that Doug and Martha had sex together before that time. But there was always an undercurrent of Martha and Doug’s sexual encounters before Doug was involved with Krissy, often fantasized about. As twins, Krissy and Martha had always been close, but nothing sexual had ever occurred between them.

When Krissy was too far along in her pregnancy that she could no longer travel with Doug Martha began filling her role with Vince Bamberg and the other buyers. Martha was thrilled of course. But because of the raging hormones brought on by her pregnancy, Krissy missed the frequency of sex with her husband as well as the variety and quality of the men involved in their “business” threesomes. This caused feelings of resentment toward Martha’s involvement.

When Martha and Doug came back from their first trip, she understood Krissy’s frustration and suggested that the three of them try it among themselves. This is when she introduced both Krissy and Doug to employing a strap-on in their romps. A kinky lover to start with, Doug was wild about the idea which Krissy accepted easily as well. She was elated at being introduced to the latest version of a threesome, where when she was too pregnant to take an erection vaginally could still be penetrated anally with either Doug’s erection or Martha’s strap-on. When she lost Doug and Martha in the accident she lost the experience of sex altogether, at least for a while.

Rebeccah had been introduced to bi-sex by her Aunt Martha at the age of fourteen. Martha who saw everyone—male or female—as an opportunity to experience more sex introduced Rebeccah to the strap-on and double dildo which was a major contribution to the young girl’s sexual understanding. While never taking part in her parents’ and aunt’s sexual play she knew, by peering through the keyhole, that it went on. Though Martha always wanted her to join in, her father wouldn’t allow it. He wanted his daughter to remain a virgin for as long as possible. But, as she always did, Martha broke the rules and cavorted with Rebeccah on the sly.

It was two months after the accident when Rebeccah walked by her mother’s bedroom and heard her mom sobbing. Without knocking she walked into the room and was shocked when saw her mother lying naked on the bed wildly working a dildo in her pussy and shuddering while sobbing uncontrollably.

Having played enough bi-sexual games with her aunt Martha, something she sorely missed, she climbed into bed with her mom and began massaging Krissy’s tummy and breasts. Krissy went stiff for a moment, placed her hand on the hand that was fondling her breast, and said, “Oh God, Baby will you help your Mom please?”

Having done this so often with Aunt Martha, Rebeccah knew exactly what to do. She placed her finger on her mother’s engorged clitoris and began rubbing. As she rubbed her mother pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy until she froze and then shuddered in ague-like spasms, nearly squeezing the life out of Rebeccah. After that mother and daughter’s sexual play became a regular pattern.

At the age of twenty-two, Rebeccah had enjoyed numerous men and a couple of women not including her mother. She had been urging her mom to find a man since she was eighteen. When Morgan Loughborough moved in next door, she pestered her mom to approach him, always with the response, “That’s just not me, Rebeccah, I’m too shy.”

Having gone on two vacations Loughborough and wasn’t there for six weeks. Just two days ago he came back. As she and her mom were coming back from their morning’s walk, Rebeccah spied Loughborough in his spare bedroom sitting at the bedroom window working on his computer. “Mom,” she said, you’ve got to knock on Morgan’s door and invite him to dinner tonight.” When Krissy gave her daughter her stock answer Rebeccah said, “If you don’t do it right now, Mom I’m gonna knock on his door and try to seduce the son of a bitch into fucking me. DO it, Mom, NOW.”

As Krissy stood looking at me with tears in her eyes her pitiful face almost brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t stop myself. Closing the distance I embraced her, hugging her tight and letting her cry it out. I caressed her and patted her back until she settled into silence. I murmured in her ear, “It’s all right, Krissy, it’s gonna be just fine.” Lacing the fingers of both hands, I rested them on the shelf of her bottom and bent my torso back so I could look down at her. Tentatively raising her head, she looked into my eyes pleadingly.

“May I kiss you?” I asked. She timidly nodded her head. I leaned down and as gently as I could I placed my lips on hers which were now soft and relaxed. She opened them slightly and I pressed mine against hers, keeping the tension respectful. Hers, as soft as if they had been fellating my cock, began working. Breaking the kiss, I gazed into her eyes and said, “You have the softest lips, Krissy.”

She gave me a shy smile and mouthed, “Thank you,” returning my gaze while keeping her lips ready for another kiss. My lips were on hers again. Opening them I coaxed hers open as well, licking the circumference of her lips with my tongue. Her tongue tip reached out and touched the underside of my tongue and she stiffened as my tongue began moving inward feeling her taste buds with the bottom of my tongue and the ridged roof of her mouth with its top.

Sucking a stiff breath through her nostrils she relaxed as our tongues automatically reversed their positions, exploring, then twirling around each other’s. Her breathing accelerated as her tummy pushed tightly against mine. And, as my hands cupped her bottom, she tilted her hips to bring the hardness of her pubic bone against the upward position of my erection. As her mouth opened further, she tried to devour my tongue and rotated her tummy against the bulge of my erect penis. With A gusher of breath, she gasped, “I needed this, Morgan. I need it so BADLY.”

It seemed natural and necessary for my hands to knife inside the waistband of her shorts. Feeling the smoothness of her naked bottom the palms of my hands pressed into her soft glutes flesh and my fingers caressed and tickled her curvaceous undershelf. Her gasping whisper was followed by a more urgent, “I NEED it Morgan, I NEED it.”

Clutching the hem of my T-shirt that I wore outside of my belt and over my hips, she pulled it up hard, making it clear that I should let her take it off. I raised my hands and arms and let her shuck off the shirt, and in one motion the garment landed on the table. Her lips kissed my chest and found the left nipple. Kissing it urgently, she pulled up her top above her breasts and planted their bareness against my naked chest, snorting as if she were a pig rooting for truffles. My hands found the waist of her shorts and peeled them over her hips. She wiggled them off and let them drop to her knees. Then, lifting her right foot she pushed them down and kicked them aside.

When her hands found my fly, she fumbled and struggled to get the zipper down. Popping the metal button on my Levi’s she forcefully skinned the fabric over my ass. Feeling the fabric of my boxers she hooked her thumbs in the flexible waistband, bunched it with the denim, and pulled them down together as my protruding erection caught in the waistband and then bounced upward to slap my belly and settle at a fifteen-degree angle. As we opened our stance, she grasped my penis and I fumbled between her labia which opened to lubricated slickness and allowed my finger to breach her accommodating opening. As her head slammed against my chest she gasped, “Oh God, Oh God, Morgan, I want it so MUCH.” Then, as she cast her eyes down to what her hand was holding, she said, “OH M O R G A N.”

Having heard it before I knew she was referring to my abundant size which always happened with the same kind of inspection, regardless of the woman. As she stroked and stretched the loose outer skin of my phallus: observing the heavy blue veining on the top of my shaft, the soft, chamois-like velvet of my circumcision scar, and the flowing, helmetlike contours of my lavender-colored glans, she bent down and held my member against her cheek, and I began to understand the neediness with which my neighbor had been dealing.

There she was dressed only in her ecru top pulled up above her bare breasts. With no shirt, my pants, and drawers bunched around my ankles ... still in my Sperry Topsiders with no socks, I was thrilled with what I knew would happen next.

I never quite knew why it always happened that way but, like the other three women with whom I had sex since my wife died, Krissy’s head slid down my belly. With her hands holding my waist to ease her downward movement she dropped to her knees. Is it because of my size or do they just always do it that way to every man? Is it the ritual every woman follows to give heed to the myth that men love blowjobs more than anything else? I didn’t know about other men, but my dick being inside a pussy felt the best. Nevertheless, I’ve always loved a blowjob and would never turn one down.

Krissy did it like no other woman I have ever experienced ... except Rebeccah. I didn’t know anything about her background but, based on the way Rebeccah did the same thing to me the night before I had a fairly good idea that Krissy had done it to more than one guy. I guessed many. Whatever, it surely made me feel good. The warmth of her mouth combined with the amount of saliva she pooled in her mouth: the way her tongue was covering all aspects of the first three inches of my penis, the way she bobbed on me and pumped my cock in and out of her mouth, and the stroking of the exposed part that wasn’t in her mouth, told me that Krissy Waldron took pride in the way she performed fellatio. It was clear that she wasn’t in a hurry to stop.

With each half-dozen strokes, she would look up at me to make sure I was enjoying what she was doing. With all the nerve endings she excited I had no trouble letting her know that I was. I wasn’t sure whether she planned on sucking me ‘til I came or if she was expecting me to pull out and either fuck her on the kitchen table or take her to bed. I have great staying power. But a few more bobs would have had me filling her mouth with the volume of sperm that had been gathering in my balls. I could easily come back to her oral manifestations, but I was ready for a greater variety of play, so I said, “Krissy?” She looked up at me. “Shall we go into the bedroom?”

While not saying anything, her eyes told me that she was eager to find a more comfortable spot as well. As she took her mouth off my cock a long string of saliva mixed with precum stretched into a fine filament before breaking. Standing she took my hand and led me back through the hallway to the bedroom. I liked the fact that her bedroom was neat, and the bed had already been made. As we stood beside it, I pulled up her top and she raised her arms for me to remove it. We were both completely naked.

At dinner, the night before I had been ogling her body and comparing it to her daughter’s. Rebeccah’s was thinner and more angular. Krissy’s body was more fleshed-out but still had attractive hourglass proportions. She was in her early forties and her waist was still crisp without a hint of love handles. Her skin still appeared smooth and without blemish. Rebeccah told me that her mother was a fanatic exerciser even though there were no men in her life for whom to look good.

In the privacy of her bedroom, I eyed her completely. She was an attractive woman with soft, brown hair and clear hazel eyes. Her lips were full and pouty. When she smiled her entire face glowed. While her breasts were smaller than her daughter’s they were still extremely attractive (Rebeccah’s were in the C-cup range. Krissy’s were B-cups). Rebeccah’s were rounded mammaries while Krissy’s were more petite ski jumpers. Both had nipples the size of large pencil erasers. Rebeccah’s areolas were round headlights while Krissy’s were soft ovals that gave her breasts a more youthful look. At the moment her nipples were swollen and redder than I expected. When she lowered her head in her shy way, I realized I had been staring at her too intensely. “I’m sorry, Krissy, I’ve been staring at you,” I said.

Self-consciously shrugging her shoulders, she replied, “I’ve just forgotten what it is like to have a man looking at me naked. I – I haven’t been naked with a man since my husband died.” Her face clouded and she looked ashamed.

Reaching out I pulled her closer. As I hugged her soft body to mine my stiff penis slid between her legs beneath her labia. “Maybe I can keep from staring at you by holding you closer, Sweety.”

Laying her head on my chest she said, “I’m glad you approve of the way I look, Morgan. And I feel safe in your arms.”

Dipping her legs caused the lips of her pussy to open. Wiggling a bit, she captured the top of my shaft with the grove of her vulva and, as our pubic patches meshed, she moaned as her clitoris must have touched the top of my shaft. Satisfied at what she had done she clamped her legs together and swayed in a circular motion as our bellies caressed the other’s.

I asked, “Have you missed making love, Krissy?” feeling silly for saying it. But it was still an uncomfortable situation for me as well, and I thought it might help overcome her shyness.

“For a while,” she responded, “it felt to me like it might be what a person in prison might feel. I missed my husband, and I was in agony. We shouldn’t be talking about this.”

Despite that, she kept my penis tightly clutched between her legs. As I caressed her back and bottom, rocking her from side to side, her hips moved in the same circular motion they had started when she first captured my erection between her legs. “But it’s both healthy and helpful to talk about the loss of our loved ones, Krissy ... at least until we get it out of our system. It’s been long enough for me that I don’t feel that need anymore.”

“But didn’t you feel like you might be cheating on your wife when you had sex with another woman?”

“Yes, to be honest with you. The first time I felt it intensely, the next time not as much. And now not at all.”

“What about with...” She hesitated too long.

“Rebeccah?” I felt uncomfortable with the way the conversation was heading but knew the elephant in the room had to be recognized. It was certainly on both of our minds. Rather than letting it fester, I knew it was better to get the subject out in the open as soon as possible. “Because she is so much younger than you, Krissy, I had to get Connie’s (my deceased wife) permission. I was bothered by it at first.”