Chapter 4

And that is the way life went for the next four months. Our families got together every couple of weeks and the women still went to the gym together and James and I hit the river and lakes to fish. The idea of swinging never came up and I never for a minute thought that Kristy was sneaking around on me.

Nope. Never thought about it for a minute. That is because she wasn’t. Kristy was as faithful as a good dog. She was also a more adventurous lover. We did have dates where we made out in the back of our SUV and had it rocking really good. We did everything from A to Z and a couple of times I think we were keeping up the neighborhood.

We were over at James and Deb’s on a Saturday night. We usually alternated our visits back and forth between homes and this was their turn to host. Deb had done a great stir fry with the fish James and I had caught that morning. It was delicious and was accompanied by the usual glasses of wine. We had finished eating and cleaning up the kitchen and dining area, before we gathered outside around the fire pit that James had built. He really enjoyed the time he spent at our home sitting around a fire in the evenings.

He had a nice blaze going, and we all had a nice buzz going and Kristy got a frisky. She cuddled up to me and began to kiss me and rub my cock through my pants. Deb saw what she was doing and copied it. I was responding as any man would with my hands and my cock. With one hand between Kristy’s legs and another feeling her tits and tweaking her nipples through her bra, things were getting hot.

Unseen by James or me because we both had our eyes closed, Kristy looked at Deb and nodded. The two women simultaneously pulled down their respective husband’s pants zipper. They pulled out our erect cocks and soon Kristy had me in her mouth and Deb had James deep in her throat as well.

Several minutes after this began, I opened my eyes and looked over to see that Deb was doing what Kristy was. I looked down at my wife and she looked into my eyes with more love than I had seen in forever. She was working me in and out of her mouth and using her tongue and throat. Her oral technique had gotten better and better each day and today she was over the top great.

Suddenly my cock was cold. I looked down to see that Kristy had pulled off and I was expecting her to drop her pants and jump on me. But instead she turned towards Deb.

“Deb? It’s been a lot of years since you had your brother. Do you want a taste of this?”

“Oh, I’ve been dreaming of sucking him again. Can I?”

“Sure, I would love to share my best friend with my other best friend.”

Without another word or asking permission, Deb stood and moved to kneel in front of me. She kissed me on the lips and dropped her face into my lap. The feeling of those familiar lips on me again was almost overwhelming. She was moaning and groaning and before I could do anything, I shot off in her mouth. Deb swallowed my whole load, just like when we didn’t want to leave any evidence for our parents to find.

“God I’ve missed that. Petey, you taste even better than I remember.”

I was just getting ready to respond when it hit me what had just happened. As my panic grew, I turned my head to see what Kristy was doing, to find that she was spooned to James. He had his hands on her breasts and one between her legs and they were both watching us intently.

“Hi lover.”

“Kristy! I ... I ... I’m sorry. I ... don’t know what happened.”

“What happened was we plotted, and you and your sister finally REALLY got back together. She has been dreaming of this day and so have you. You never said it, but I could tell by the way you acted around her. Do you still love me?”

“What? Of course, I still love you. Do you love me? Have I ruined things?” I was scared.

“I love you with all my soul and I always will.”

“I guess now you will get to go back to giving James blow jobs too.” I suddenly felt like I had OK’d the deal.

“Not unless you say it’s OK.” Kristy was starting to understand that I was getting scared.

“James did you know about this?” I asked.

“NO! Brother. I’m as surprised as you are. And I’m feeling a little pissed, as you might be, that these two have plotted to do this. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what? James Wright, we talked about this. You know that I’ve missed doing this for my brother,” Deb spoke sounding upset.

“We talked about your fantasy, not about tricking him into cheating on his wife,” James said.

“Cheating!? NO! It wasn’t like that,” Deb tried to defend herself.

“Yes, it was exactly like that. You and Kristy plotted a way for you to suck him again.”

“Yes, but it wasn’t cheating. I knew about it,” now Kristy tried to defend herself.

“But he didn’t!” James raised his voice. “He didn’t know and now he is sitting there quietly thinking that he just cheated on his wife and you should remember how he feels about cheating!”

The back yard of the Wright’s home was dead quiet. The idea that she had just made me feel like I had stabbed her in the back was slowly sinking into Kristy’s mind. She looked at me and, with her eyes, pleaded with me to understand.

“Pete, come with me,” James said.

He stood and stuffed his softened dick into his pants. I stood and did the same. He walked out into the yard with me following. When we got about as far away from the plotters as we could he stopped.

“Pete, you have to believe me that I had no idea what the fuck was going on,” James never swore. The fact that he did was how I knew he was serious.

“I believe you. I can’t believe that those two would do this.”

“I can. They have been hanging around a lot. And between Deb’s desire to have you back in her bed, and Kristy’s desire to go back to swinging, well I can believe it.”

“What am I going to do? James, I don’t want to go back to fuck other women every weekend. I love Kristy. What am I going to do?”

“Do you love Deb?”

“Yeah, she’s my sister.”

“Did you like her giving you a blowjob again?”

“Shit! Yes,” I said reluctantly. “I came like a fucking firehose.”

“Then the big question is can you live with Kristy and me getting together. Remember the plan back then was for Deb and me to find a compatible couple and swap with them. It seems that the wives have brought us to that point.”

I stood there in silence knowing he was right.

“I guess I’m trapped, huh? At this point I either give in or I dump my wife for arranging for me to cheat.”

“Pete, I’ve come to love you like a brother. I know this is going to sound a bit self-serving, but I really did enjoy swinging with my close friends in college. I love sex, but I love my wife completely. To me, being with Kristy would be like fishing with you. It would be fun and enjoyable, I want you to know that. It would be all fun and games and the only love would be like a friend hanging out with a friend. Can you live with that? If not, then I’m afraid that our friendship as a family will have to be over. I won’t take the chance that these crazy women will plot to do this to us again.”

My brain was running at a mile a second, it was approaching escape velocity. James could probably smell the burning rubber coming out of my ears. He put his hands on both of my shoulders and stooped down a little so he could look me in my downcast eyes.

“Pete, did you like the sex before you decided to quit swinging?” When I didn’t answer he asked again louder. “Did you?!”

“Yeah.”

“Did you like your relationship with your sister?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like your relationship with me?”

I paused there. I did enjoy having a guy to hang around with. James was the brother I never had. He was married to my sister.

“Yeah James. I enjoy our relationship.”

“Then let’s go back and let me do the talking. And Pete, have no doubt, if we go down this road, we will be having full on sex with each other’s wife. ME with Kristy and you with your sister. YOUR SISTER!”

“I know. But I don’t feel bad about it.”

“About you and your sister, or me and your wife?”

“Yes,” I said quietly.

We hugged and walked back to find our wives. They had gone into the house and were on the living room couch, tightly embraced in each other’s arms, crying their eyes out. We walked in and James went right up to the two plotters.

“Alright you two. Sit up, stop crying and listen,” he spoke loudly and in a commanding tone. The two obeyed almost before he finished talking.

“What you did was shitty. It was low handed and rotten. Pete and I have talked about our options. Everything from accepting your actions to divorcing both of you.”

That brought an abrupt halt to the tears. Shit just got real. The two women’s wide-eyed shocked expressions were proof that their trick could cost them everything they held dear. James paused to let it sink deeply into their heads. I stood there looking broken. Appropriate since I felt that way.

“Now here is what we are going to do. Pete and I are going to remain friends. We are going to continue to have cookouts and BBQ’s. We are going to continue to go fishing and to ball games. At some point we will find it in our hearts to forgive you and at some point, we MAY decide that we love each other enough that we will share our wives with each other.”

“It won’t be today, and it won’t be this week. It might never happen, because one of us may never forgive you fully. So, Pete, you are welcome to stay. But I would, however, like Kristy to leave my home. Deb if you disagree with me, you can go with her. I’m done talking. Pete let’s get a beer.”

James walked into the kitchen and I went with him. There was dead silence coming from the living room. We had been sitting on the deck, in silence, a long time when Deb came out.

“James, I’m sorry. Kristy has gone home. I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. I love you Petey. I’m sorry. I love you James. Good night.” Her voice was quiet and full of sorrow. As she walked away, James spoke.

“Good night Deb. I love you.”

When we were alone, I finally spoke up.

“James, that was some brutal shit.”

“Yup. The situation demanded nothing less. The possibility of divorce had to be brought into the mix. Both of them needed to realize that love has its limits and they were very close to exceeding those limits. Anything less would have done a couple of things. First, it would have allowed more bad behavior. Second, it would have let them think that they were in control of this house and I may bend over backwards for your sister, but this is MY home and you are MY friend. And third, if we decide to get together and swap, it will be our choice and not a reaction to their tricks.”

“It all makes sense. I’m glad I let you take the lead. All of that had to be said, but I couldn’t have said it. Thanks bro.”

“Let me know when you want to go home, and I’ll take you. Unless you want to stay in the guest room and drive Kristy out of her mind. And I can’t imagine what Deb will think if she wakes up to find that you didn’t go home.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Right now, I want to drop as much guilt and hurt on Kristy as I can. A long night crying herself back to sleep every time she wakes up alone, will be good for her.”

We sat and talked about our next fishing trip and about some ideas for tying new flies and lures for another hour. Then I was dragging. James showed me to the guest room, and I showered and went to bed, naked like normal. In the morning, I was on autopilot and walked out of the bedroom naked and right into my sister. She froze and looked at my naked body.

“So, you went and put our marriages at risk just for this?” I waved at my dick.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She began to cry loudly and ran back into her bedroom, closing the door.

I walked back into the bedroom and dressed in yesterday’s clothes. I walked downstairs to find James waiting for me.

“Ready to go home?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna stop for a bite to eat?”

“No, I better not put this off. I’m trying to decide if I should move her into our guest room.”

“Well, be stern, but don’t be cruel. Unless you really want to lose her. If that’s the case, when you get home just tell her to move over here and tell her it’s over between you. But don’t be a dick if you’re going to keep her.”

“Thanks James. You really are the brother I never had.”

We walked out to the garage and he drove me home. When we got there, as I was getting out, he reminded me.

“Don’t be cruel, be stern. Be resolute and stick to the options we laid out. I’ll talk to you in a couple of days about the weekend.”

“OK. Later.”

I walked to my door and opened it. I stopped for a second to listen to the sounds of the house. It was quiet. I walked in and quietly closed the door. I walked into the kitchen to get something to eat and saw Kristy sitting on the deck, with a cup of coffee, sobbing loudly. I poured a cup of coffee for myself and dropped a bagel into the toaster.

When it popped up, I buttered it and walked out to sit with my wife. She must have heard me knocking around in the kitchen because she was wiping her eyes and wasn’t startled when I opened the door. I sat in the chair across from her and sipped my coffee.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Where were you last night?” Kristy asked quietly.

“I decided that I was too mad and stayed at James’ home.”

“I wish you would have called. I was worried.”

“You should have been worried. I could have just as easily hopped on a plane.”

She looked at me and suddenly realized that I was serious.

“You would have left me?”

“Yes,” I said as seriously as I could. “It was a thought. James advised me to not make any life changing choices with I was as pissed as I was. So, I slept in his guest room.”

“What are we going to do?” She asked fighting back tears.

“I am going to have some breakfast and then go to a sports bar and watch some football.”

“Can I come along?”

“You can do whatever you want.”

“Will James be there?”

“I don’t know. We didn’t talk about today, we talked about our next fishing trip.”

“You didn’t talk about Deb and me?”

“Nope. Neither of your names ever came up.”

“You’re really thinking about divorce?”

“Kristy, I’m so pissed that I’m thinking of a lot of things. The first thing is whether I should move you to the guest room.”

“NO! I won’t do that. I can’t fix this if you close me out, Pete. I won’t move out of our bed and I won’t let you do it either.”

That was a good sign. She was willing to fight for us.

“Then I’ll go get the rest of my breakfast.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“I’m tempted to say, ‘Yes get me an honest, trustworthy wife’ but James warned me about being too cruel. He said that if I get too cruel that I could chase you off. Since I hadn’t decided about our future, that made sense. But you need to know that my trust in you has taken a serious hit.”

“How am I going to get it back?”

“By being honest.”

“For how long?” Deb was looking for hope.

“As long as it takes. Weeks, months, years, I don’t know.”

I got up and went back to the kitchen to make another bagel, this time with peanut butter. I ate it as I went to sit in the den and watch the football pregame shows. Kristy came in and spoke softly.

“Can I sit with you?”

“Why?”

“Because I love you and I’m sorry for being so stupid. I don’t want to be away from you in case you get the sudden urge to just bail out on me.”

I sat there and listened to her verbalize her fear that I might leave her. This was no time to be cruel.

“Please sit with me. I’m not going to bail out from my home.”

“But will you bail out on your wife?”

“Has she bailed out on me?”

“No!”

With that word, she leaned against me and laid her head on my shoulder, softly sobbing. We watched the pre-game and then the game together without our usual cheering and bitching about the officiating. I got up at halftime to go to the bathroom and get a glass of iced tea. When I returned to my seat, I could see the disappointment in Kristy’s eyes that I had not brought anything for her.

She didn’t get up until the game was over.

“Peter, would you please talk with me?”

“What about?”

“About me being stupid.”

“I don’t have anything to add to what James said about the stupidity of you and Deb.”

“What about forgiveness?”

“That’s still a long way off, Kristy. A long way off for sure.”

We sat together in silence for the second game of the day and when I went to make a sandwich for my dinner, I decided to be at least courteous.

“Kristy, I’m going to make a sandwich, do you want one?”

“I’m sorry, Peter. I’m not very hungry.”

“OK. After my sandwich I’m going for a walk. I promise that I’ll be home when I’m done and won’t run off.”

“Can I walk with you?” Kristy carefully asked.

“Yeah, I don’t have a lot to think about right now.”

She knew that I went for long walks when I was worried or upset, so I could set things in order in my head. Telling her I didn’t have anything to think about let her know that I either had my mind made up or I hadn’t even begun to deal with things.

When we walked, we always held hands and when she tried to hold my hand, I pulled it back. We walked in a loop out to a bridge and across the river and back. On the way back, I offered my hand and she took it. When we got home, I went out in the yard and did some weed pulling and Kristy sat on the deck and watched.

When it was time for bed, I took my shower and got into bed, naked like normal. Kristy took her shower and came back to bed, naked as usual.

“Pete, can I cuddle?”

“I guess. Don’t do anything sexual, please.”

“OK,” she said quietly, reflecting her disappointment that there was still a distance between us.

I woke up in the morning with my back to her and to the sound of her crying. Without rolling over I softly spoke.