Chapter 31

We were in the shower, naked and engaged in our preferred method of intercourse, when Miranda said, "You're going to have to let mother have a turn in here. She is almost out of her head horny since Daddy started this new project."

I wasn't about to say anything until I understood the entire story here, and waited for her to elaborate.

"Mom said she and Daddy haven't had sex since Christmas Eve. The thing is, she said it wasn't this last Christmas Eve. Daddy is too tired, and way too stressed about the new launch to think of anything but work. I told Mom I was going to have this discussion with you, and she is hoping you won't think we're terrible, using you this way."

She looked the problem straight in the face, and this was the solution she came up with. I could just imagine Columba's reaction when Miranda sprang this one her, and I could also imagine her secret joy at having her needs out in the open. If Miranda thought she was orchestrating this whole thing, then she wouldn't likely be too jealous when we consummate it.

Rather than discuss it, I chose that moment to give Miranda more of what we were doing, sending her over the edge. When she was back in control, she said, "If you give my mother what you just gave me, we may have to move into a bigger room. She will never want to get out of bed again. I know I don't, and we're not even in bed." She giggled at her joke, but I took her at her word and took her straight from the shower to the bed, where I had my way with her, all over again.

When we were both exhausted from out exertions, Miranda brought the subject up again. "I hope you're not grossed out by what I said before. My Dad is someone that doesn't think about women, sex, or love. He is a wonderful father but he's never been physical with Mom very often. She needs to be hugged, kissed, and touched, but Daddy isn't into that, except when he feels like it.

"Please think about giving Mommy a tumble. I won't be jealous, and she won't want to be your girlfriend. It should work out perfectly."

That kind of an offer was too good to be true, but I desired Columba in ways that constantly distracted me. She was all woman, very strong, direct, but sexy as hell, and she had that certain something that caused Mr. Johnson to sit up and take notice, all the time.

Miranda was young, energetic, sexy and cuddly in all the right ways, but even in the body of an eighteen-year-old, I was, in my head, in my fifties. Columba appealed to the old guy in me, while Miranda got my teenage engine running.

The combination just might kill me.

All the worrying and wondering was for naught, because Columba came to me in the hour before bedtime and asked, "David, did you and Miranda come to any agreement where I am concerned?"

I smiled as my arms went around her, and kissed her like anxious newlyweds kiss on the way from the reception to the wedding night. We enjoyed kissing the way other couples might enjoy mutual masturbation. It was that erotic.

When I felt that she was fully and properly kissed, I asked, "What would Joseph say if I violated his hospitality this way?"

Columba sort of huffed, sort of snorted, and sort of smiled – all at the same time. "Joseph is, for the most part, asexual, David. He doesn't like sex. We HAD sex for the purpose of getting me pregnant, because Joseph wanted a child of his own, and wanted me to carry her.

"It almost shames me to say that Joseph has said he would feel so much better about our marriage if I would take a discreet lover, and 'relieve my baser needs' without risking embarrassing him. When Miranda began to campaign for you to move in here, after your hospital stay, Joseph asked me point blank, to feel you out on the subject, because you having a relationship with Miranda would provide the perfect explanation for anyone who might wonder about you."

Columba was nearly shaking with need as she bared her soul, and risked her dignity by telling me her deepest secret. Her transparency about her and Joseph, and even more obvious need for sexual relief were at war within her. To avoid frustrating her any more than she already was, I unbuttoned her blouse, opened her bra, and took her left nipple into my mouth, lavishing it with my tongue, lips, and teeth.

Columba didn't even make it to the bedroom. She groaned, stiffened, squeezed both eyes shut as tight as she could, and came like a house on fire.

And that was only one nipple in play.

Once she was at least somewhat under control, again, I took her to my bedroom and enjoyed stripping her skirt and panties off. Columba's personal scent was intoxicating, and I couldn't wait. I had to wrap my mouth around her core, and taste the delicious fluids she was making. Her climax began in her clitoris, but spread throughout her body like a tidal wave, sweeping her off this planet, and taking her to the stars.

I fought to stay with her as she twisted, shook, shimmied, and bounced. My lips were sore from the repeated impact of her pubic mound trapping my lips between it and my teeth. Her all out orgasm was the most impressive thing I had ever seen, and went on for at least four to five minutes. In that time she cried, laughed, pounded the bed with her fists, kicked me in the lower back with both feet, scratched my neck, and then finally collapsed.

In the silence following her titanic climax, Columba wept for all the years she'd denied herself sexual release. She begged me to give her time to recover before taking my pleasure in her body, as if intercourse was a hateful thing she had to endure to pay me back for what she'd just experienced. Her reaction made me think she and Joseph never had good sex when they were trying to get pregnant with Miranda, and she thought it would be messy and maybe painful.