Fred
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Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Matt met Sarah on Sarah's honeymoon. He helped her see the truth about her marriage. Now, for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, Matt and Sarah and Fred return with their adult children to the island where Matt and Sarah first met. Their marriage grew in ways they did not expect. NOTE: Please check the codes before you read. The story includes some light MM, oral, no anal. Theirs is a blended family; there is no incest. "Fred" is a sequel to "Sarah's Honeymoon."
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Romantic
I DID NOT expect to like Bill, Sarah’s then-husband. To start with, his aversion to oral sex made him sound weird. I’d told Sarah, when she first revealed this after we met on her honeymoon, that I didn’t think there was a guy anywhere, no matter which team he played for, who didn’t like a blowjob. So I was prepared to meet a stick-in-the-mud. On the other hand, I knew he couldn’t be too much of a jerk or Sarah wouldn’t have married him.
Was he gay? I have no idea. Sarah says they weren’t on the same wavelength and that’s enough for me.
Instead of the strange person I’d feared I found an intelligent, funny and interesting guy. Except for his obsession with deep-sea fishing, he seemed pretty normal. Fishing never interested me, although my business partner Doug had explained more than once it wasn’t really about the fish. It was about a lot of other things. The fish were an object of meditation, or a means to meditation and self-knowledge, he said. I found that hard to believe.
“Matt, unless you’re really lucky you’re going to spend a lot of time sitting around,” Doug told me when I called bullshit on his argument. We’d had a couple of beers and were starting to feel pretty mellow. Good thing we’d also finished a pretty substantial meal of frijoles fronterizos and ceviche along with the beers or we’d have been in serious trouble. Neither of us was a big drinker. “So you’ve got plenty of time to think.”
“Sure, buddy,” I interrupted him. “So what about that cooler of beer you always take along for the day? Don’t tell me that never gets cracked open.”
He laughed.
“You bet it does. But that’s just lubrication for your mind. Unless you’ve got a pretty rowdy bunch aboard. Then all bets are off.”
Bill echoed Doug’s enthusiasm for fishing. I met him on one of my first trips to Santa Barbara after he and Sarah decided to split. I’d come down to give Sarah a hand in packing. They were going to put the house on the market.
Sarah and I hadn’t made a formal commitment yet. I was there as “a good friend,” but Bill made his view clear.
“Look, Matt, I don’t know you at all, but Sarah likes you. I don’t need to hear anything else.”
He looked me straight in the eye.