A Girl Always Has OptionsChapter 2
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Becky was gorgeous and she used it to torment me.
When Becky and her husband moved next door, I fell immediately in lust! She had very long, very silky black hair that I wanted to grab a handful of and never let go. I wanted to wrap it around my cock and stroke it until I shot off all over her gorgeous face.
And Becky somehow knew exactly what I wanted to do. The four of us became good friends and would spend two or three evenings together playing Canasta. The whole time she would torment me by throwing her hair around; running her fingers through it; then give me a look that said, “You’d love to do this, wouldn’t you?”
I’d sit there, get a boner, and rub it to pretend that Becky was rubbing it and saying, “Would you like a blowjob, Bill? I’d love to feel your hard cock in my throat.”
I had to do something!! I was going mad with desire for Becky! I wanted to force my cock down her throat. I wanted to bend her over the arm of the sofa and fuck her for an hour. Fucking my wife and pretending she was Becky, just didn’t do it for me. I HAD to fuck Becky, no matter what it took!
- - - - -
Then one night as we were playing Canasta, I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came out, Becky was standing in the hallway with her back to me, her hands on the wall to block my way. I thought, “What is she up to? Maybe this is my opportunity to do something?”
So, I walked up behind her, slipped my arms around her waist, buried my face in her gorgeous, silky hair, and whispered, “What are you doing, Becky? Trying to get ****d?”
“Mmm! Is that what you want to do?”
“No. I’d rather you be cooperative and do anything I wanted to do to you.” The whole time my cock was rock-hard, so I pressed it against her nice ass.
“Oh, Bill! You’d better be careful with that thing,” she whispered and pushed back against it.
“Why should I do that when I’m dying to fuck you?”
Then I put my hand over her mouth and began to hump her ass like I was forcibly fucking her. She moaned and let me “fuck her” until I shot off in my pants.
“Dammit, Becky! I just came in my pants,” I whispered as I kissed her behind the ear.
“Mmm. That’s so erotic, Bill. When can we get together? I want to feel you inside me.”
Before I could answer, we heard someone coming, so she quickly walked away with me about ten feet behind her.
“Hey, guy!” Becky’s husband, Todd, said. “We thought you two were lost.”
“No. I guess I ate too many baked beans for dinner. I was a bit gassy,” I said as Becky went on and sat back down at the dining room table.
“Yeah. Me too. I’ll be back in a minute.” And he went into the guest bathroom.
My secret rendezvous with Becky had happened and we didn’t get caught, although we almost did. And I’d essentially fucked her from behind and she loved it. And she wanted to meet with me for sex! My head was swimming for the rest of the night, and my pants were sticky with cum as well.
- - - - -
The following weekend, while I was cooking hamburgers on the grill, Becky walked over and said, “Mmm! Those smell so good!” Then she whispered, “Can you get away for a few hours tomorrow? Todd has to work, so I can meet you someplace.”
I whispered back, “I can go shopping for several hours. I’ll get a room at the Holiday Inn Express, then text you the room number.”
“That sounds like a wonderful plan, Bill.” Then she said loudly, “When will they be ready? I’m famished!”
“About five more minutes,” I responded.
I had to resist the urge to grab Becky and kiss her hard. She looked so sexy that day with her long, silky hair hanging down to her butt as always. That’s when I decided that the first thing I was going to do the next day was to take a handful of her gorgeous hair, wrap it around my cock, and stroke it until I shoot off in her mouth. I wanted her to moan and suck my cock until my balls were drained. That way I’d be able to fuck her a long time without cumming quickly.
For the rest of the afternoon, my head was swimming with images of doing everything to Becky that I’d always wanted to do. I wanted to feel her legs around my waist as I fucked her slowly. I wanted to hear her moans of ecstasy when an orgasm ravishes her body. I wanted to feel her tight throat stretch as I push my cock down it.
When it came time to play Canasta, Becky and I played footsie under the table throughout the whole game. Then at one point, as before, Becky met me in the hallway when I came out of the bathroom. She quickly threw her arms around my neck and gave me a French kiss that I’ll never forget. My cock grew hard quickly, so I pressed it against her crotch.
“Mmm. I wish I could suck you off right now,” she whispered when she felt it.
“Tomorrow you will.”
“Let me do that first. I’ve wanted to feel your cock in my throat for so long.”
“Really! Why did you take so long to come on to me?”
“I kept waiting for you to start something, but you never did.”
“Becky, I’ve wanted you on your knees since the moment we met.”
“Mmm. You’ve been reading my mind, Bill. That’s what I want to do tomorrow.”
- - - - -
At nine the next morning, I checked into a room at the Holiday Inn Express and texted the room number to Becky. She was parked outside, so she knocked on the door only five minutes later.
We immediately embraced and kissed. I could feel that under her silk blouse, she was braless. And I had to assume that she was not wearing panties under her shorts either.
The feel of Becky’s silk hair under my hands as I held her, made my cock harder than it had ever been before.
“Bill. I’ve waited for this moment for so long. Let me suck you,” she whispered just before she dropped to her knees. She quickly got my shorts and boxers down, licked my cock to get it wet, then pushed forward to make it slide down her throat.
I had already made two fists with her silky hair, so I took her head in my hands and pulled her face to my stomach. She gagged slightly, but that just squeezed my cock, making it even harder.
With Becky’s throat engulfing my cock and her hair and head in my hands, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Already I could feel my climax building. My cock was about to explode in Becky’s throat and I couldn’t stop it.
Then it happened. My cock started to jerk and spurt in Becky’s throat. She flinched and coughed when she felt it, but all I could do was to pull her face harder to my stomach as my balls drained.
But when I finished, she started to push on my legs, needing to breathe. So, I reluctantly released her, having just had the best blowjob of my life.
Becky stood up, put her arms around my neck, and said, "I really loved that, Bill."
“I did too, Becky. I’ve dreamed about it for so long.”
“Now, what would you like to do with me next?”
“Gosh! I don’t know where to start.”
“I do. I want you on top of me, fucking me.” Then she laid down on the floor and said, “I want you to fuck me right here on the floor. Pretend that you’re forcing me.”
As I looked down at Becky with her long black hair spread out on the carpet, just waiting for me to fuck her, I got the distinct feeling that I was about to have sex with an angel. She was looking up at me with loving eyes that seemed to say, “You can do anything you want to me.”
I had an impulse to walk barefoot through her silky hair, so I quickly pulled off my sandals and stepped onto it. It felt cool under my feet, so I dug my toes into it, then walked its full three-foot length. I don't know where the idea came from, but walking on Becky’s long black hair was a wonderful and erotic feeling; so erotic that my cock became rock-hard again.
“Bill! What are you doing?” Becky asked as I walked back and forth on her hair.
“This is so erotic, Becky! It just struck me that walking on your silky hair would be a turn-on…and it is.”
“I can see that. But I think you should fuck me while you’re hard.”
“You’re right,” I said as I laid down between her legs.
“Oh, god. This is where I want you for the next three hours.”
“Then we should move to the bed.”
“Fuck me here first. You are going to force yourself on me, remember?”
“I remember thinking when I first saw you; that if I was ever going to fuck you, I’d have to force you.”
“Then force me!” she said as she started to push me away.
I grabbed her wrists, pinned them to the floor beside her head, and said, “Don’t fight me, Becky. For two years I’ve wanted to fuck you and now I’m going to.” But as I released one wrist so I could put my cock in her, she started to fight me again.
“Stop it, Bill. I don’t want this. I’ll tell Todd.”
“I think you do want it. You’re just pretending not to. You’ve been asking for this for two years with all of your flirtatious looks; throwing your hair around, knowing that it turned me on. No. This is exactly what you want.”
Even with her struggling to stop me, I’d managed to get my cock into her about an inch. Then I took her other wrist and had them both pinned to the floor as I looked down at her and rammed the remaining eight inches of my cock into her body.
“Ugh! Fuck!” Becky groaned when she felt my cock so forcefully enter her body.
“Please don’t do this, Bill. I could get pregnant.”
Then as I started to pump into her, she put her legs around my waist. I gathered up two handfuls of her gorgeous hair, took her head in my hands, and we kissed like two lovers who hadn’t been together for months.
We must have fucked there on the floor for thirty minutes as she had three orgasms. I was getting close to cumming when she said, “Bill, we should move to the bed. I’m getting carpet burns on my back.”
“Okay, sweetie.”
As we settled on the bed and I entered her from behind, she whispered, “I like the way you called me sweetie.”
“Well, that’s an appropriate name for the girl I’m in love with.”
Becky stopped, turned, and looked at me as tears welled up in her eyes. "You're in love with me?"
“Of course! How could any man make love to you and not fall in love with you? You are the most gorgeous creature on Earth!”
“Aww. You really think that?”
“Yes. And somehow I want to make you my wife so I can sleep with you in my arms every night.”
Tears started to run down Becky’s cheeks as she said, “I love you too, Bill. I think I fell in love with you that night in the hallway when you slipped your arms around me.”
“Oh! I’ll never forget that night; the feel of your body in my arms; the feel and smell of your hair when I buried my face in it. It took a lot of effort to not push you against the wall and fuck you right there.”
“Mmm. I would have liked that. But Todd would have caught us.”
“I know. I’m glad that I won the battle with my hormones.”
Then we fucked for another ten minutes before I blew my load. When Becky felt me cumming, she moaned and pushed her butt up higher to get me as deep into her body as possible.
When my balls were again drained, I rolled over and pulled Becky on top of me. Her long silky hair was spread out on my arm.
“Bill, if you’ll ask me to marry you, I’ll say yes.”
I kissed the top of her head, took a handful of her hair, pulled her head up so I could look into her eyes, and asked, “Will you marry me, Becky Lehr?”
“Yes, Bill. I will.”
Then we kiss tenderly as she cried softly. We both were so happy that we just held each other for a long time. I ran my fingers through her silky hair and daydreamed about how life was going to be with Becky as my wife.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Becky whispered.
"I'm thinking about how wonderful our lives will be. We’ll make love every night, then I’ll hold you in my arms all night.”
“Mmm. That’s what I was thinking too. I want to make love in all the different ways. Todd only likes the missionary position. And he cums so quickly that I never have an orgasm.”
“That’s terrible! Then I promise to introduce you to all the ways to make love.”
“Good. I’ll hold you to that.”
Then we both dropped off to sleep.
- - - - -
When I woke up two hours later, I panicked. I’d been “shopping” for five hours!
“Becky! Wake up! I’ve got to go!”
“What?” she said sleepily.
“We have to go! Get up!”
We quickly got dressed and went our separate ways. I made a quick stop at Sears and bought a circular saw to cover my ass.
When I got home, my wife said, “Where the heck have you been for five hours?”
“I went to Lowe’s, Home Depot, and finally found what I was looking for at Sears,” I replied as I held up the box.
“Eight-Inch Circular Saw,” she read on the box. “What’s so special about that?”
“It has an easy-changing blade. The one I have now is a pain in the neck to change. I’ve cut my fingers many times while changing a blade on that thing!”
“Oh. Then I’m glad you got it.”
Internally I said, “Phew! That was close!”
- - - - -
After that close call, Becky and I met only twice a month. It was hard to be near her every weekend and not be able to kiss her. Oh, a couple of times we were able to "accidentally" meet in the hallway and make out for a few fleeting minutes.
As the four of us sat at the dining room table playing Canasta, it was hard to act normal and resist the temptation to look lovingly at one another. So, we had to be satisfied with playing footsie under the table.
One time I was able to work my toes up to Becky’s crotch and give her an orgasm, which she hid by coughing then leaving the table. Todd followed her.
I was left with a huge boner that Becky could not take care of.
- - - - -
Then came the day that we decided to tell all. We wanted to be together and didn’t want to hide it any longer!
So, one night while were playing Canasta, I put my cards down and said, “Todd and Sandy. I have something to tell you and I know you’re not going to like it.”
They looked at each other inquisitively and waited for me to continue.
I took a deep breath as Becky held my hand and said, “Becky and I have been seeing each other for almost two years. We’re in love and want to get married.” Then I stopped, waiting for the proverbial shit to hit the fan. But it didn’t.
Todd said, “I figured something was up with you two. I could tell by our sex life dropping to once a month, that Becky had to be seeing someone and I assumed it was you. I was hoping that it would be a temporary infatuation and that it would eventually end, but obviously, it didn't."
Then Sandy broke her silence. “I also knew that something was wrong. Your long weekend shopping trips were suspicious. And like Todd said, our sex life began to suffer. So, speaking only for myself, I’ll give you a divorce.”
“I will too,” Todd added. “Truth be told, Sandy and I have been seeing each other as well.”
“Todd!” Sandy exclaimed, not expecting him to reveal their infidelity as well.
“Well, they may as well know, given their circumstances.”
It was my turn again, so I said, “Well then! I guess it’s all settled. Becky and Sandy can file for divorce, Todd and I will marry each other’s ex-wives, and live happily ever after.”
Then Todd turned to Becky and said, “Honey. You haven’t said a word about this.”
No one had noticed, but tears were running down her cheeks as she said, “Bill and I love each other very much, and all we want is for everyone to be happy. Can we all try to be happy?”
I smiled at her and we leaned over and kissed.
Todd cleared his throat and said, “Yes. I think we can try to do that. Now, can we continue with the game?”
- - - - -
Each divorce went smoothly. Becky got their house, so I moved in with her. Sandy got our house, so Todd moved in with her. And believe it or not, our weekly Canasta games continued! Becky and I would cuddle and kiss while I cooked on the grill, and Todd and Sandy would do the same.
- - - - -
That was ten years ago and we're all still very happy. Becky and I shower together every morning so I can shampoo her gorgeous, long hair. She loves it and I always get a nice blowjob as a reward.
Miracles do happen.
When Becky and her husband moved next door, I fell immediately in lust! She had very long, very silky black hair that I wanted to grab a handful of and never let go. I wanted to wrap it around my cock and stroke it until I shot off all over her gorgeous face.
And Becky somehow knew exactly what I wanted to do. The four of us became good friends and would spend two or three evenings together playing Canasta. The whole time she would torment me by throwing her hair around; running her fingers through it; then give me a look that said, “You’d love to do this, wouldn’t you?”
I’d sit there, get a boner, and rub it to pretend that Becky was rubbing it and saying, “Would you like a blowjob, Bill? I’d love to feel your hard cock in my throat.”
I had to do something!! I was going mad with desire for Becky! I wanted to force my cock down her throat. I wanted to bend her over the arm of the sofa and fuck her for an hour. Fucking my wife and pretending she was Becky, just didn’t do it for me. I HAD to fuck Becky, no matter what it took!
- - - - -
Then one night as we were playing Canasta, I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came out, Becky was standing in the hallway with her back to me, her hands on the wall to block my way. I thought, “What is she up to? Maybe this is my opportunity to do something?”
So, I walked up behind her, slipped my arms around her waist, buried my face in her gorgeous, silky hair, and whispered, “What are you doing, Becky? Trying to get ****d?”
“Mmm! Is that what you want to do?”
“No. I’d rather you be cooperative and do anything I wanted to do to you.” The whole time my cock was rock-hard, so I pressed it against her nice ass.
“Oh, Bill! You’d better be careful with that thing,” she whispered and pushed back against it.
“Why should I do that when I’m dying to fuck you?”
Then I put my hand over her mouth and began to hump her ass like I was forcibly fucking her. She moaned and let me “fuck her” until I shot off in my pants.
“Dammit, Becky! I just came in my pants,” I whispered as I kissed her behind the ear.
“Mmm. That’s so erotic, Bill. When can we get together? I want to feel you inside me.”
Before I could answer, we heard someone coming, so she quickly walked away with me about ten feet behind her.
“Hey, guy!” Becky’s husband, Todd, said. “We thought you two were lost.”
“No. I guess I ate too many baked beans for dinner. I was a bit gassy,” I said as Becky went on and sat back down at the dining room table.
“Yeah. Me too. I’ll be back in a minute.” And he went into the guest bathroom.
My secret rendezvous with Becky had happened and we didn’t get caught, although we almost did. And I’d essentially fucked her from behind and she loved it. And she wanted to meet with me for sex! My head was swimming for the rest of the night, and my pants were sticky with cum as well.
- - - - -
The following weekend, while I was cooking hamburgers on the grill, Becky walked over and said, “Mmm! Those smell so good!” Then she whispered, “Can you get away for a few hours tomorrow? Todd has to work, so I can meet you someplace.”
I whispered back, “I can go shopping for several hours. I’ll get a room at the Holiday Inn Express, then text you the room number.”
“That sounds like a wonderful plan, Bill.” Then she said loudly, “When will they be ready? I’m famished!”
“About five more minutes,” I responded.
I had to resist the urge to grab Becky and kiss her hard. She looked so sexy that day with her long, silky hair hanging down to her butt as always. That’s when I decided that the first thing I was going to do the next day was to take a handful of her gorgeous hair, wrap it around my cock, and stroke it until I shoot off in her mouth. I wanted her to moan and suck my cock until my balls were drained. That way I’d be able to fuck her a long time without cumming quickly.
For the rest of the afternoon, my head was swimming with images of doing everything to Becky that I’d always wanted to do. I wanted to feel her legs around my waist as I fucked her slowly. I wanted to hear her moans of ecstasy when an orgasm ravishes her body. I wanted to feel her tight throat stretch as I push my cock down it.
When it came time to play Canasta, Becky and I played footsie under the table throughout the whole game. Then at one point, as before, Becky met me in the hallway when I came out of the bathroom. She quickly threw her arms around my neck and gave me a French kiss that I’ll never forget. My cock grew hard quickly, so I pressed it against her crotch.
“Mmm. I wish I could suck you off right now,” she whispered when she felt it.
“Tomorrow you will.”
“Let me do that first. I’ve wanted to feel your cock in my throat for so long.”
“Really! Why did you take so long to come on to me?”
“I kept waiting for you to start something, but you never did.”
“Becky, I’ve wanted you on your knees since the moment we met.”
“Mmm. You’ve been reading my mind, Bill. That’s what I want to do tomorrow.”
- - - - -
At nine the next morning, I checked into a room at the Holiday Inn Express and texted the room number to Becky. She was parked outside, so she knocked on the door only five minutes later.
We immediately embraced and kissed. I could feel that under her silk blouse, she was braless. And I had to assume that she was not wearing panties under her shorts either.
The feel of Becky’s silk hair under my hands as I held her, made my cock harder than it had ever been before.
“Bill. I’ve waited for this moment for so long. Let me suck you,” she whispered just before she dropped to her knees. She quickly got my shorts and boxers down, licked my cock to get it wet, then pushed forward to make it slide down her throat.
I had already made two fists with her silky hair, so I took her head in my hands and pulled her face to my stomach. She gagged slightly, but that just squeezed my cock, making it even harder.
With Becky’s throat engulfing my cock and her hair and head in my hands, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Already I could feel my climax building. My cock was about to explode in Becky’s throat and I couldn’t stop it.
Then it happened. My cock started to jerk and spurt in Becky’s throat. She flinched and coughed when she felt it, but all I could do was to pull her face harder to my stomach as my balls drained.
But when I finished, she started to push on my legs, needing to breathe. So, I reluctantly released her, having just had the best blowjob of my life.
Becky stood up, put her arms around my neck, and said, "I really loved that, Bill."
“I did too, Becky. I’ve dreamed about it for so long.”
“Now, what would you like to do with me next?”
“Gosh! I don’t know where to start.”
“I do. I want you on top of me, fucking me.” Then she laid down on the floor and said, “I want you to fuck me right here on the floor. Pretend that you’re forcing me.”
As I looked down at Becky with her long black hair spread out on the carpet, just waiting for me to fuck her, I got the distinct feeling that I was about to have sex with an angel. She was looking up at me with loving eyes that seemed to say, “You can do anything you want to me.”
I had an impulse to walk barefoot through her silky hair, so I quickly pulled off my sandals and stepped onto it. It felt cool under my feet, so I dug my toes into it, then walked its full three-foot length. I don't know where the idea came from, but walking on Becky’s long black hair was a wonderful and erotic feeling; so erotic that my cock became rock-hard again.
“Bill! What are you doing?” Becky asked as I walked back and forth on her hair.
“This is so erotic, Becky! It just struck me that walking on your silky hair would be a turn-on…and it is.”
“I can see that. But I think you should fuck me while you’re hard.”
“You’re right,” I said as I laid down between her legs.
“Oh, god. This is where I want you for the next three hours.”
“Then we should move to the bed.”
“Fuck me here first. You are going to force yourself on me, remember?”
“I remember thinking when I first saw you; that if I was ever going to fuck you, I’d have to force you.”
“Then force me!” she said as she started to push me away.
I grabbed her wrists, pinned them to the floor beside her head, and said, “Don’t fight me, Becky. For two years I’ve wanted to fuck you and now I’m going to.” But as I released one wrist so I could put my cock in her, she started to fight me again.
“Stop it, Bill. I don’t want this. I’ll tell Todd.”
“I think you do want it. You’re just pretending not to. You’ve been asking for this for two years with all of your flirtatious looks; throwing your hair around, knowing that it turned me on. No. This is exactly what you want.”
Even with her struggling to stop me, I’d managed to get my cock into her about an inch. Then I took her other wrist and had them both pinned to the floor as I looked down at her and rammed the remaining eight inches of my cock into her body.
“Ugh! Fuck!” Becky groaned when she felt my cock so forcefully enter her body.
“Please don’t do this, Bill. I could get pregnant.”
Then as I started to pump into her, she put her legs around my waist. I gathered up two handfuls of her gorgeous hair, took her head in my hands, and we kissed like two lovers who hadn’t been together for months.
We must have fucked there on the floor for thirty minutes as she had three orgasms. I was getting close to cumming when she said, “Bill, we should move to the bed. I’m getting carpet burns on my back.”
“Okay, sweetie.”
As we settled on the bed and I entered her from behind, she whispered, “I like the way you called me sweetie.”
“Well, that’s an appropriate name for the girl I’m in love with.”
Becky stopped, turned, and looked at me as tears welled up in her eyes. "You're in love with me?"
“Of course! How could any man make love to you and not fall in love with you? You are the most gorgeous creature on Earth!”
“Aww. You really think that?”
“Yes. And somehow I want to make you my wife so I can sleep with you in my arms every night.”
Tears started to run down Becky’s cheeks as she said, “I love you too, Bill. I think I fell in love with you that night in the hallway when you slipped your arms around me.”
“Oh! I’ll never forget that night; the feel of your body in my arms; the feel and smell of your hair when I buried my face in it. It took a lot of effort to not push you against the wall and fuck you right there.”
“Mmm. I would have liked that. But Todd would have caught us.”
“I know. I’m glad that I won the battle with my hormones.”
Then we fucked for another ten minutes before I blew my load. When Becky felt me cumming, she moaned and pushed her butt up higher to get me as deep into her body as possible.
When my balls were again drained, I rolled over and pulled Becky on top of me. Her long silky hair was spread out on my arm.
“Bill, if you’ll ask me to marry you, I’ll say yes.”
I kissed the top of her head, took a handful of her hair, pulled her head up so I could look into her eyes, and asked, “Will you marry me, Becky Lehr?”
“Yes, Bill. I will.”
Then we kiss tenderly as she cried softly. We both were so happy that we just held each other for a long time. I ran my fingers through her silky hair and daydreamed about how life was going to be with Becky as my wife.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Becky whispered.
"I'm thinking about how wonderful our lives will be. We’ll make love every night, then I’ll hold you in my arms all night.”
“Mmm. That’s what I was thinking too. I want to make love in all the different ways. Todd only likes the missionary position. And he cums so quickly that I never have an orgasm.”
“That’s terrible! Then I promise to introduce you to all the ways to make love.”
“Good. I’ll hold you to that.”
Then we both dropped off to sleep.
- - - - -
When I woke up two hours later, I panicked. I’d been “shopping” for five hours!
“Becky! Wake up! I’ve got to go!”
“What?” she said sleepily.
“We have to go! Get up!”
We quickly got dressed and went our separate ways. I made a quick stop at Sears and bought a circular saw to cover my ass.
When I got home, my wife said, “Where the heck have you been for five hours?”
“I went to Lowe’s, Home Depot, and finally found what I was looking for at Sears,” I replied as I held up the box.
“Eight-Inch Circular Saw,” she read on the box. “What’s so special about that?”
“It has an easy-changing blade. The one I have now is a pain in the neck to change. I’ve cut my fingers many times while changing a blade on that thing!”
“Oh. Then I’m glad you got it.”
Internally I said, “Phew! That was close!”
- - - - -
After that close call, Becky and I met only twice a month. It was hard to be near her every weekend and not be able to kiss her. Oh, a couple of times we were able to "accidentally" meet in the hallway and make out for a few fleeting minutes.
As the four of us sat at the dining room table playing Canasta, it was hard to act normal and resist the temptation to look lovingly at one another. So, we had to be satisfied with playing footsie under the table.
One time I was able to work my toes up to Becky’s crotch and give her an orgasm, which she hid by coughing then leaving the table. Todd followed her.
I was left with a huge boner that Becky could not take care of.
- - - - -
Then came the day that we decided to tell all. We wanted to be together and didn’t want to hide it any longer!
So, one night while were playing Canasta, I put my cards down and said, “Todd and Sandy. I have something to tell you and I know you’re not going to like it.”
They looked at each other inquisitively and waited for me to continue.
I took a deep breath as Becky held my hand and said, “Becky and I have been seeing each other for almost two years. We’re in love and want to get married.” Then I stopped, waiting for the proverbial shit to hit the fan. But it didn’t.
Todd said, “I figured something was up with you two. I could tell by our sex life dropping to once a month, that Becky had to be seeing someone and I assumed it was you. I was hoping that it would be a temporary infatuation and that it would eventually end, but obviously, it didn't."
Then Sandy broke her silence. “I also knew that something was wrong. Your long weekend shopping trips were suspicious. And like Todd said, our sex life began to suffer. So, speaking only for myself, I’ll give you a divorce.”
“I will too,” Todd added. “Truth be told, Sandy and I have been seeing each other as well.”
“Todd!” Sandy exclaimed, not expecting him to reveal their infidelity as well.
“Well, they may as well know, given their circumstances.”
It was my turn again, so I said, “Well then! I guess it’s all settled. Becky and Sandy can file for divorce, Todd and I will marry each other’s ex-wives, and live happily ever after.”
Then Todd turned to Becky and said, “Honey. You haven’t said a word about this.”
No one had noticed, but tears were running down her cheeks as she said, “Bill and I love each other very much, and all we want is for everyone to be happy. Can we all try to be happy?”
I smiled at her and we leaned over and kissed.
Todd cleared his throat and said, “Yes. I think we can try to do that. Now, can we continue with the game?”
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Each divorce went smoothly. Becky got their house, so I moved in with her. Sandy got our house, so Todd moved in with her. And believe it or not, our weekly Canasta games continued! Becky and I would cuddle and kiss while I cooked on the grill, and Todd and Sandy would do the same.
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That was ten years ago and we're all still very happy. Becky and I shower together every morning so I can shampoo her gorgeous, long hair. She loves it and I always get a nice blowjob as a reward.
Miracles do happen.
Alma
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