Chapter4

Joyce explained all these things to Abigail and then finally "pitched" her idea to her sister. "You are still wanting tonight to happen?" she asked.

Abigail glanced at Roger and then back to her sister; she shifted nervously but nodded yes.

"Then I want you to experience love making like you have never experienced it before," her sister signed.

"You mean with the ear plugs?" Abigail asked her hands forming the required motions.

Roger leaned in and signed, "Wonderful idea Honey," he told his wife.

"I do not know how it is to make love with noises," Joyce motioned, "but I do know we are only distracted by each other or by the lights that will occasionally go off. A phone or door light blinks and that is a distraction."

Abigail laughed. "I bet I have been one of those distractions then. You type horrible sometimes," she added with dancing fingers and a wicked wink.

The group laughed and their food finally arrived. The evening progressed quietly with few interruptions. They enjoyed a light sorbet for desert with raspberry sauce before calling it a night.

Roger escorted both women from the table and out into the early night air. The time change had been made earlier in the month, so it was still light out, something that many, including Joyce and Robert found annoying. They enjoyed the night sounds and the sparkling stars, they loved watching them in the stillness of the summer air. However, on this night there was no annoyance in either of them, only anticipation.

Abigail walked her sister and her brother-in-law to her car and they all got in. When Joyce chose the back seat and signed for her husband to take the front, Roger's grin grew. His wife giggled, rolled her eyes and signed to her sister one word that spoke volumes, "Men."

The ladies laughed and Abigail began the drive back to Roger and Joyce's.

Roger sat next to his sister-in-law and felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. His wife and he had agreed to the upcoming nights activities; he was still nervous. It was different talking about having sex with someone else with your wife, but the fact that it was your wife's sister and you were supposed to set the mood while the wife was with you, was a bit nerve-racking.

Joyce had told Roger that Abigail would expect him to make the first move and so Roger did. He casually placed his arm on the back of the driver's seat and let his hand rest comfortably against the headrest while his fingertips occasionally slid across his sister-in-laws neck.

Abigail bit her lower lip and looked in her rearview mirror. Her stomach was in twittering knots until she saw the smile and the nod of approval in her sister's green eyes. Abigail relaxed as best she could and sent a smile over to her brother-in-law.

Roger's fingers continued to tease across her skin. He saw her shiver and knew he'd found a place that was sensitive to the touch and he locked it inside his mind. He turned in his seat and looked back at Joyce, who inclined her head and widened her eyes, an age old sign between both hearing and deaf partners that said, "get on with it." He chuckled and she stuck out her pink tongue. He furrowed his brow and she knew he was silently saying, "Watch it." She grinned wide.

"Touch her," Joyce signed. "If you do, I will touch." She pointed to her breasts and casually ran her hands down her stomach, promising him she'd touch more if he'd "get on with it" like she'd indicated.

Roger smirked and lifted the arm rest that had been left down; he scooted closer to Abigail. He signed an "O" and a "K" to her and Abigail signed the same back to him. Roger noted her sharp intake of breath and he slipped his hand more firmly across the back of her neck, kneading the tender flesh. His fingertips pressed into the sensitive spot he'd found earlier and his sex grew another inch when she shivered once more, this time in pleasure and not nervousness.

Joyce saw her sister's wiggle and even caught her heated glance in the mirror that was directed at both her and Roger. She watched her sister's eyes and knew that her husband was doing what she'd told him to do earlier.

They'd discussed the evening events in their bedroom after their much needed and very active shower. She'd told him things that Abigail had confided in her long ago when Abbey and her husband were having problems. He knew he would do his best to fulfill those needs.

Roger's fingers played with the tendrils of blonde curls, curls that were darker than his wife's, but soft and welcoming just the same. His other hand moved to Abigail's left thigh and he placed it there, leaving it to rest while she grew comfortable to his closeness.

Abigail's pulse raced and again she looked for the nod of acceptance from her sister. It was readily given. Abigail opened her legs just enough for her brother-in-law to slide his hand between them. She whimpered from the desire of knowing what he was going to find as he slowly eased up her short dress. The silk hem ran up her black thigh-high stockings and were a welcoming path that led to a pair of crotchless lace panties. She chewed on her cheek while she waited for Roger's reaction.