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 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 sleeve cotton-Esque T-shirt. It was obvious to my eye that she wore neither panties nor a bra. The cheeks of her well-maintained ass 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 sag. 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 craven 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 must have looked at her a little harshly because she was really into telling it.”

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

I realized I was out of my element and had to defuse a situation that could get out of hand. Looking her straight in the eye I said, “I would prefer you think of me as a discerning person rather than being judgmental. 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 be able 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 dull life I’ve lived ... but I enjoyed it. If I’ve offended you in any way I certainly apologize.” It was as if her body went from tight to relaxed. 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. Sex had always been a major part of her life. Unlike Martha though, she 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.

When she married Doug, she let herself go completely on her wedding night. It was Martha’s kind of wildness that she began to understand and found she was enjoying. 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 wildly enthusiastic.

He was a kinky lover and even though she thought herself prudish she willingly accepted anything he suggested that she do with him. She was surprised that her first sexual occurrence with Vince Bamberg, the Bon Marche buyer, was surprisingly easy for her to segue into. As long as she knew her husband wanted her to do it she was okay with it and found the threesome both intriguing and exciting. Once again she considered. It was then she realized how much like her sister she was. She had just never before acted on her urges.

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. What she did was always for profitable business purposes. She always considered herself a partner in her husband’s business activities and was pleased that she was helping in his success.

Eventually, she began fantasizing about sex with other men, often 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 had become fulfillment in a way she could have never explained to anyone else.

Her sister Martha had dated her husband Doug. She was the one who introduced them. She 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 which she spent a lot of time fantasizing about. As twins, Krissy and Martha had always been close but nothing sexual had ever happened 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. 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 which caused her to become jealous of 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 threesomes among themselves. This is when she introduced both Krissy and Doug to the efficacy of a strap-on in a threesome. Doug was a kinky lover to start with and was wild about the idea which Krissy accepted 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 both Doug’s erection and Martha’s strap-on. So 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 at the age of fourteen by her aunt Martha who saw everyone—male or female—as an opportunity to experience more sex. The games they played with the strap-on and Martha’s double dildo contributed maximally to the young girl’s sexual understanding. She had never taken part in her parents’ and aunt’s sexual play but knew, if only 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, who was walking by her mother’s bedroom heard her mom sobbing. Without knocking she walked into the room and saw her mother lying naked on the bed in what seemed like a trance. She was shocked to see her mother 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, place her hand on the hand that was fondling her breast, and said, “Oh God baby will you help Mommy please?”

Having done this so often with Aunt Martha Krissy 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 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 she pestered her mom to approach him, always with the response, “That’s just not me Rebeccah, I’m too shy.”

Loughborough went on two vacations 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 she spied Loughborough in his spare bedroom window sitting at his computer. “Mom,” she said, you’ve got to knock on his door and invited him to dinner tonight.” When Krissy gave her daughter her stock answer she said, “If you don’t do it right now Mom I’m gonna knock on his door right now and seduce the son of a bitch into fucking me. DO it, Mom.”

As Krissy stood looking at me with tears in her eyes her pitiful face almost caused me to cry. I couldn’t stop myself. Closing the distance and embracing her in my arms I hugged her tight to me and let her cry it out. While I patted her back and caressed her until she settled into a silent woman in my arms. 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 mine with pleading eyes.

“May I kiss you?”

Timidly she nodded her head.

I leaned down and as gently as I could I placed my lips on hers which were 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, I opened them and coaxed hers to open as well, licking the circumference of her lips. 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 tongues. As her tummy pushed tightly against mine her breathing accelerated. 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 so BADLY.”

It seemed natural and necessary for my hands to knife inside the waistband of her shorts. I felt the smoothness of her naked bottom as the palms of my hands pressed into her soft bottom flesh and my fingers caressed and tickled her curvaceous undershelf.

The 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 it off. In one motion the garment landed on the table and her lips kissed my chest and found my left nipple. Kissing it urgently, she pulled up her top above her breasts and planted their bareness against my naked chest while snorting like a pig rooting for truffles.

My hands found the waist of her shorts and peeled them over her hips. She wiggled off and dropped them to her knees. 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. As she popped the metal button 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 bounced upward and settled at a fifteen-degree angle. As we opened our stance she grasped my package as my fingers fumbled between her labia which opened to lubricated slickness and allowed my finger to breach her accommodating hole.

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: the stroking and stretching of the loose outer skin, the observation of the heavy blue veining on the top of my shaft, the soft, chamois-like velvet of the circumcision scar and the flowing, helmetlike contours of my lavender-colored glans. When she bent down and held my cock against her cheek I began to understand the neediness with which she 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.

And she did it like no other woman I 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 she had done it to more than one guy. I guessed many. Whatever it sure 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 sucked cock. 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 in the kitchen 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 I had been gathering in my balls.

I could easily come back to her oral manifestations, and 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. 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 as I removed 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 acceptable 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 to look good for

In the privacy of her bedroom, I gave her a complete eye-over. 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 usual.

When she lowered her head in her shy way, I realized I had been staring at her too intensely. “I’m sorry I’ve been staring at you Krissy,” I said.

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

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.”

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

Dipping her legs she opened the lips of her pussy. Wiggling a bit she captured the top of my shaft with her vulva and as our pubic patches meshed she moaned as her clitoris touched the top of my shaft. Satisfied at what she had done she clamped her legs together and swayed in a circular motion as her belly caressed mine.

“Have you missed making love Krissy?” I asked, feeling silly for saying it. But it was still an uncomfortable situation for me, 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 between her legs. As I caressed her back and bottom, rocking her from side to side, her hips moving in the same circular motion they had started when she first captured my erection between her legs.

“But,” I said, “it is 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?”

“To be honest with you, yes. The first time I felt it intensely, the next 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 I 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.”