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Scarsdale, New York: 06:00 Sunday 4th March 2018

I don’t know if it was the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee, or if it was just her body clock, but it wasn’t long till Sue joined us in the kitchen. And in a matter of moments, I went from worrying about Grace’s plans and feelings for me to feeling a little like a spare part.

I’d forgotten just how much Sue enjoyed having Grace around. The little sister she’d never had. They were soon chattering away about all kinds of stuff. Most of it was about Grace’s course and family stuff, but they’d shared so much that it wasn’t long before Grace was asking how things were with Francis.

I felt the familiar adrenaline rush and tummy wobbles as I heard my wife talking about the other man in her life. If I lived to be a hundred, I’d never get used to this. Too many insecurities and too much history.

“Things are good right now, thanks,” a little smile from Sue suggesting something left unsaid.

“You do know that Francis and I sometimes email and WhatsApp, right?” Grace said, despite her youth looking just like a big ol’ cat swinging a little mouse by its tail.

Sue suddenly blushed, looking down at the table before shyly looking at Grace. “And…,” as she gently pushed for Grace to clarify her innuendo.

“You tell me,” Grace smiled back, before a few moments of silence and then putting Sue out of her misery. “Word has it that love is in the air.”

Grace just left it at that for a moment, not saying anything more as Sue’s face colored up fast.

But then, as if flicking a switch, Grace changed from teasing cat into loving and sisterly confidante, reaching out to hold Sue’s hand. “Don’t act all surprised, sis, and anyway there’s nothing to be embarrassed about here. It was you who predicted it all anyway, way back last year.”

And then she lowered her voice as if talking only to Sue. “Does it feel good, hun? To have space in your heart for two guys. Must be nice, huh?”

Grace was looking deep into Sue’s eyes, an answer clearly expected.

“I guess,” Sue answered, her voice nervous and halting as she looked down at the table again.

“Come on, Sue. We all knew this was coming. It was always when, not if. Better it’s all above board. Out in the open. So, everyone knows where they stand.”

She squeezed Sue’s hand again and Sue looked a little more relaxed as she smiled awkwardly back at Grace.

It was then Grace’s turn to look down at the table, just momentarily, before looking back up into Sue’s face. It was now Grace’s turn to look a little flushed and embarrassed.

“I just hope one day that I have what you and Francis have, Sue,” as she fleetingly looked across at me.

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The rest of the Saturday morning and afternoon was a real mishmash. Grace and Sue’s conversation soon returned to lighter and more mundane topics. They stayed in the kitchen, while I retired to the lounge to enjoy my weekend ritual of catching up with the online newspapers from back home. But as I tried not to get depressed about all the political goings on of the clowns running my birth country, I kept one ear on the kitchen conversation.

They talked some more about the course and Grace finding accommodation, with Sue telling her she was welcome to stay with us until she found somewhere that suited her budget and needs. Grace said she had a favor to ask, telling Sue that as a thank you for Francis’ kind hospitality in Lagos and our generosity to her, she wanted to cook the three of us a meal this evening, asking if this would be okay.

One of Sue’s few bad habits is a laziness to get up sometimes, so I received a loudly shouted kitchen to lounge question. Would it be okay if…, and of course, I had little choice but to say yes. I told myself that it would be really mean to say ‘no’, but in truth, the addict within me thought an evening like this would be really exciting. Seeing Sue and Francis together, with Grace to keep me company and stop me feeling lonely or overwhelmed.

Having got my answer, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that Grace and Sue’s conversation turned back to matters of the heart. Their voices fell to a hush but I could just about still follow most of what they said. With me out the room, it was immediately clear Sue seemed more willing to discuss things with Grace.

“It must be nice now, when you’re together, being able to tell Francis you love him. You know, not having to hold back. Just being able to be natural. Be yourself. Not worry anymore, what you might say or do,” Grace’s hushed voice just about carrying to the lounge.

In a court of law, this would have been called leading the witness. But nonetheless, I held my breath, part nervous and part excited, as I waited to hear Sue’s answer.

Sub-consciously I craned my neck to get an inch closer as I strained to her Sue’s reply. It wasn’t Sue’s words I heard, but her giggle, which strangely set me off. It was like Sue was regressing to her younger years as she discussed Francis with her new friend.

“Yes, you’re right. It does feel good. It feels very freeing. Really nice to just be in the moment, not to have to worry about what we might say to each other. Really great to be able to talk about our feelings openly,” Sue told her newly arrived confidante.

Part of me felt a little jealous and put out that it was Grace and not me with whom Sue was sharing these things. But I guess being realistic it was hard to discuss something like this with your husband. Grace or Jenny seemed better bets, and I think on balance I preferred that it was Grace.

The next giggle I heard was Grace’s, as she too seemed to head back to her high school years. “And what exactly does the handsome doctor tell you? About his feelings for you? About how he loves you?”

After the mandatory giggle, I swear Sue’s voice dropped a few more decibels. “He tells me that he loves me. That’s it’s really hard for him to share me with Pete. And that he really wishes we could have more time together.”

More schoolgirl giggles, in Grace’s slightly higher pitch. “Real Romeo and Juliet stuff, huh? How does Pete feel about all of this? It must be really hard for him?”

Sue chuckled. “Yes, hard in some ways. But exciting as well. It’s complicated, of course, but this was part of many of Pete’s fantasies. That the wife would fall for her lover. Not leave him, but fall for her other guy. So, it kinda does it for Pete as well, as long as we keep it all under control.”

This was becoming a real chuckle-fest now, as after a peel of laughter, our new house guest told Sue exactly what she thought of her. “You’re a lucky bitch, Mrs. Susan Jones.”

They both laughed at Grace’s mock indignation before Grace continued. “I just hope I’ve got two hot guys chasing around after me when I’m your age. Declaring their undying love for me. Fighting over me like a scene from the movies.”

Cue more laughter, before it was Sue’s turn to play the fool. “So, you think Pete’s hot, do you?”

I guess I should have been affronted and hurt. That Sue hadn’t questioned her friend’s description of Francis as hot. That she only questioned me. But I’d long since stopped putting myself in that bracket, choosing to base my self-esteem on other qualities.

“You better believe it, sister,” came Grace’s instant response, as the subject of her intentions puffed himself up a little and struggled to concentrate on his Sunday morning newspapers. “I don’t mind getting your hand-me-downs. Pete’s smart and funny, and always works really hard to give me a good time in bed.”

“Hey, don’t you go getting any ideas above your station, young lady,” Sue teased, before continuing in a thoughtful voice. “But I guess you could have him Tuesdays and Fridays. You know, when I’m ‘otherwise occupied’. That would be okay.”

“You’re kidding me, right? A healthy young girl like me. With a healthy young girl’s appetites. Two nights a week? I’ll be climbing the walls. Throw a dog a bone, please!”

Sue laughed, enjoying the pretended desperation in Grace’s voice. “Okay, okay. I get it. Pete and I will see what we can work out. After all, he’s got life insurance and medical. So, I’m sure a little more mileage on the engine won’t hurt him too much.”

Grace laughed at my wife’s joke. “Yeah, and maybe we can split the pot fifty-fifty. Or maybe, sixty-forty, after all, you’d get a doctor in the bargain. And they’re not too shabby when it comes to liquid assets.”

“You leave my boyfriend’s liquid assets out of this. If there’s liquid assets to be had, they’re all mine,” Sue shot back at Grace’s joke about fucking me to death.

As their conversation finally moved on, I shook my head and tried to get back into my reading. These next weeks and months were going to be anything but peaceful and predictable.

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Francis arrived for dinner bang on six o’clock, brandishing two large bunches of flowers and a bottle of Highland Park twelve-year-old malt. The girls were busy in the kitchen and so it was left to me to answer the door. How are you meant to feel when a guy brings flowers for your wife? A guy who’s fucking her to heaven and back twice a week and who you know loves her just as she loves him. There’s no manual on that one, so I’m not going to even try and describe how I felt as I ushered Francis in.

‘Hey, Francis. How are you doing?” trying my best to sound relaxed.

As the conversation meandered around all types of topics, it was Francis who raised the elephant in the room. “Pete, I just wanted to check things are cool between us, after I told Sue how I feel about her and she told me how she feels about me.”

I was thankful for Francis’ diplomatic choice of words. It was a difficult enough conversation without him using the actual ‘L word’ itself. Better to beat about the bush rather than face it head on, or at least that’s what my British upbringing had taught me.

I went to smile at him to provide some kind of reassurance, but I think it came out more like a grimace. “Francis, I’ll not pretend it’s not a bit strange or odd. But, yeah, we’re cool. I think we kinda all knew it was coming. So, yeah, it’s fine.”

Francis looked visibly relieved, which made me feel strangely pleased. He was human after all. Sometimes I was a little too much in awe of him. The way he made love to Sue. The fact he stood half a head taller than me and maybe fifty pounds heavier. The fact his cock filled Sue so much more than mine. It was good to be reminded that he was human after all, with the same hang-ups, fears, and hopes as anyone else.

He continued, “And I hope you don’t mind about me being up front with Sue that I’d love it if we got to spend more time together. I just want to make sure I’m always straight with her and you, Pete.”

I paused, thinking hard what to say. Looking at the man in front of me with whom I had such a complicated relationship. Sex toy and fantasy figure for Sue and me years back. Then for two years good friend, with many shared evenings and fun nights. And now the man with whom I shared my wife. Choosing my words and tone carefully, I replied. “It’s okay, old friend. I’d always rather you’re totally honest with us. But I hope you understand where Sue and I are coming from. We’re glad you’re our friend and in our lives, but we’ve been burnt before so I hope you get it why we’re so careful.”

Francis put his hand on my shoulder in a gesture of understanding and togetherness. “Pete, I understand. I think that’s why it works. We’re all honest with each other. I remember what it was like back with Brandon. And you know how I feel about Sue. It’s all out in the open. Nothing hidden.”

‘All out in the open’. Hearing these words was like a challenge to me, instantly taking my mind back to Lagos and that conversation with his late mother, Winnie. How she’d warned me how headstrong and stubborn her son ‘Francis Xavier’ was, and how he didn’t stop until he got what he wanted.

My heart was pumping like a steam hammer as I forced myself to the heart of the matter.

“Really. All out in the open?” Gently kicking Francis’ words back to him. “I know Sue has feelings for you, Francis. That’s why we’ve carved out a couple of nights a week for you and Sue. But, if it’s all out in the open, tell me honestly, would you take Sue seven nights a week, if you could? Or would our friendship get in the way?”

I’d called Francis’ bluff. He looked at me long and hard, our eyes locked together like two rutting stags, competing over the same female. I knew he was thinking and I let him. Finally, he lifted his hand from my shoulder and raised his arms in mock surrender, a strange smile on his face. One-third admission, one-third honesty and one-third pride.

“You got me, old friend. But I promised to be honest with you. So, yeah. If Sue wanted me seven days a week, of course I’d bite her hand off. And, Pete, I’d be more sad about it than you can imagine, because I know it would kill our friendship. But I’d still do it. Because my mum was right. That’s who I am. And ever since Heidi died, I’ve had this huge hole in my heart. And I love spending time with Sue. Shit, I love Sue, period. And it breaks my heart every time I see her heading out of my home. Knowing it’ll be days before I see her again. Knowing she loves you more than she loves me. That you’re her husband when I’d walk over burning coals to be her man. So, yeah, if Sue ever wanted to change that, of course I would. But, Pete, we both know that’s not going to happen any time soon. Sue loves me, but she loves you more. And it burns me up, and I’d love it if it wasn’t so. But it is, so I take what I can get.”

Francis was done. He’d bared his soul, and he’d been as honest as he’d promised. At times, when he’d been speaking, his voice had been almost aggressive or confrontational. But at the end he had a sad expression on his face, almost inviting my sympathy or pity.

I looked at Francis, all talked-out, and knew it was my turn to speak. Not knowing what on earth to say, as I tried to gather my thoughts. Looking at this man who we’d let back into our marriage these last few months. I couldn’t and wouldn’t deny our friendship. But how do you relate to a guy who’s confirmed he’d happily steal your wife away from you if given half a chance.

For what seemed an eternity, my brain whirred round and round. No words coming, liking turning the key when the engine never catches. My whole body was a walking fight or flight response, never having experienced a situation as weird and intense as this.

Slowly my thoughts formed and then I delved into my mental scrabble bag to find the right words to express my thoughts. “Francis, you are my friend. And I love having you as my friend. And as our American hosts would say ‘this is some weird shit we got going on here’. I don’t quite know how we ended up here, but you have to agree this is a weird situation.”

We both laughed, both glad I’d accidentally found a way of releasing the tension. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Francis smiled at me. “Don’t act so dumb, man. We both know exactly how we ended up in this weird situation. You’ve got a strange little kink, that dare not speak its name, and I’m dumb enough to have lost my heart to a married woman who loves another guy. Some little English guy.”

We both laughed, the final tension ebbing away. I think both of us genuinely realizing we were truly friends and wondering how we’d managed to get ourselves into this situation.

There’s only so much emotional energy a person can cope with, so both of us were happy to finally drag the conversation back to center field. Discussions about sport, politics, and work feeling far safer ground which we were both happy to tread.

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The food finally prepared, the girls insisted on heading upstairs together to put on their glad rags. No doubt happy to transform from kitchen waifs to belles of the ball. And that’s exactly what they achieved as they came down the stairs arm-in-arm. Dolled up to the nines, guaranteed to be making their men think about things other than physical sustenance.

I honestly didn’t know which of the women to look at first. Grace was dressed in a sexy black crop top, which zipped up the front and left her tummy on display. The zip was only half done up, leaving a very generous display of her pert little breasts on show. With the shape of the sleepers in her nipples clear through the thin material. The costume was completed by skin tight lycra pants that showed off her shapely ass perfectly. Both Francis and I were nearly drooling as we looked at Grace in this sexy get-up, her matching black five-inch heels just adding the perfect finishing touches to her slutty look.

Sue obviously didn’t want to be outdone by her young friend. She was a walking, breathing wet-dream in the outfit she’d chosen. Her big boobs and gym-toned body was on full display in a figure-hugging, white mini dress. I’d never seen it before and it was sexy as hell. The white material was thin and stretchy, meaning Sue’s nipples and the outline of her big boobs were clearly visible through the material. The mini dress only came maybe two or three inches below Sue’s ass and the dress was to all intents and purposes backless. The dress swooped down from the shoulders with the back itself nothing more than maybe a dozen thin white strips, each no thicker than a quarter of an inch. So that all of Sue’s back was exposed, right the way down to her ass.

Like Grace's, Sue’s dress was completed by matching white high heels. Put together the two of them would have tempted an eighty-year-old monk to give up a lifetime vow of celibacy. And I couldn’t help but wonder if Grace’s choice of a black dress and Sue’s white outfit was designed to send some not so subtle racial message.

I pushed this thought away as the girls just stood grinning at the bottom of the stairs, with Grace turning to Sue. “I think they like the outfits, girlfriend. I mean, if their jaws get any lower, we’ll have to register them with the department of mines.”

Sue laughed at Grace’s joke, as arm-in-arm they walked to the kitchen, deliberately exaggerating the sway of their hips and knowing damn well that Francis and I couldn’t take our eyes off them. As they headed into the kitchen, they told us to sit down, and for the first time, I noticed they’d put name tags on the table.

With a lump in my throat, I noticed who they’d sat next to who. The name tags indicated Sue and Francis would be sitting on one side of the table, with Grace directly opposite Sue and me next to Grace and opposite Francis. The couples were clear, with the added twist that with Sue opposite Grace, I was furthest from Sue, with Francis the closest. Some kind of hierarchy no doubt, in the mind of the person or people who’d thought this up. Looking from face to face I tried to work out whose scheme this was, with Grace’s efforts to keep a poker face making her the favorite. I resigned myself to the pain of not knowing, adding a mental note to find out later.

With all four of us there in a semi-formal setting, no surprise that the conversation started out as formal and proper. The kind of dinner conversation that was happening in all of New York that evening. The discussion ranged far and wide. Condolences were again extended to Francis over the passing of his mother, Winnie. Questions were asked about how his sister, Kebe was taking it. We discussed the relative merits of the different places Grace should look for accommodation, with heated debates about safety, crime rates, and rental levels.

Several times I mentally tuned out from the conversation, withdrawing into myself as my mind mulled over the strangeness of the evening. Grace and I sat there like hosts on one side, my wife sat there with another man like a regular dinner guest. There was nothing hugely overt or inappropriate, but of course, there was more than the odd little look or touch between Sue and Francis.

I knew Sue wasn’t ignoring me. There were plenty of times we made eye contact or I’d catch a special little smile intended for me. But the fact I was on the second rung of the ladder and Francis was one or two steps higher was causing that familiar drip-drip of anxiety and excitement.

A couple of times Grace tried to take the conversation off-piste, onto a more exciting but dangerous topic. Playful asking Sue and Francis if things felt different after Lagos and their ten days living together as virtual man and wife. To his credit, Francis politely but firmly shut her down. Grace took the hint and was mostly on best behavior after that.

But as the effects of the wine started being felt, Grace became more flirty and by the dessert she was holding my hand, entertaining everyone, making a big show of feeding me the chocolate mousse spoonful by spoonful. It was all good-humored, but the wine seemed to be affecting her most and she was rapidly becoming giggly and amorous.

The mousse cleared off my plate, she used the napkin to wipe the corners of my mouth and lips in a very suggestive way. Happy that my lips were now clean, she gave me a soft kiss and then turned to Sue.

“Mrs. Jones, I know earlier you said I could only borrow your husband Tuesdays and Fridays, but as a special ‘welcome back to New York’ favor, do you think I could have a freebie tonight? Kind of like a promotional tester kind of thing.”

Sue and Francis were both grinning. Finding Grace’s behavior and the effects of the booze on the young African funny and sweet.

Sue turned to me with a playful, teasing smile. “What do you think, honey? Would you be okay if I lent you to our houseguest tonight? Of course, it’s just for tonight. I’d want you back, fresh and raring to go Monday evening when I’m back from work. No excuses, or pretended headaches.”

I found myself blushing, but secretly was enjoying being the center of attention. Passed around, but strictly on a temporary basis.

I didn’t have a chance to answer because I was just clearing my throat when I felt Grace’s small hand start to pull me to my feet. She turned me to face her and made a show of smartening me up. Doing up a single button and brushing away some non-existent fluff from my shirt. Then she turned to Sue.

“Thanks, Sue. I’ve been feeling horny all day. I’ll make sure to check all his parts, and I’ll send him back tomorrow with everything well oiled, tested, and in good working order.”

Sue and Francis laughed as Grace led the blushing host by the hand towards the stairs. Sue and my eyes met for a brief moment, those beautiful green eyes filled with a quiet laughter. As I turned away, the last thing I saw was Sue gently slipping her hand into Francis’ much larger and darker hand.

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As I climbed the stairs one step behind Grace, my mind told me this was no different than Lagos. There, I’d spent ten days shacked up with Grace while Sue and Francis lived together as virtual husband and wife. Presented to all the world as boyfriend and girlfriend, me supposedly nothing more than a friend, in a charade that hadn’t fooled the wise old eyes of Winnie.

But that had been a game, something I’d volunteered for, to tick off on my bucket list of adolescent fantasies achieved. With a definite start date and use by date. All in the safety of a world five thousand miles away from our home and the life Sue and I had built these last twenty years.

This felt a world apart, totally different. Like suddenly riding a bike with no training wheels, as I headed up the stairs with a woman who’d be part of our world for at least the next three years. Leaving Sue downstairs with a guy who loved her and who’d earlier told me how he’d like to make him and Sue a permanent, full-time thing.

With all of these thoughts pinging through my head, like some demon pinball machine with everything lit up at once, was it any wonder I wanted one last look down into the lounge? But it was too late as Grace pulled me along the upstairs corridor into the guest room we’d given her.

I was a man torn in two. Desperately not wanting to be torn away from downstairs. Wanting both the reassurance and excitement of still being there, able to influence and control and indulge my voyeuristic needs. But also, a man whose cock was hard and whose mind was already thinking of unzipping that tight little crop top that did so little to hide Grace’s charms.

Having pulled me in, Grace made a big show of closing the door before wiggling her way on those five-inch heels to me so she could wrap her arms around my neck.

“Forget about her and Francis, Pete,” she told me with a look which mixed flirting and empathy. “She’ll still be there in the morning. She loves you, Pete. But right here, right now, don’t hurt my feelings by thinking about another girl. Okay?”

There was something in her look and voice that made me feel guilty, and with a deep breath I closed my eyes and decided to try my best to put thoughts of Sue and Francis out of my mind.

Grace could see the mental change in me and smiled an unsaid thank you. Seeing this, I suddenly felt doubly guilty for my earlier unintended insult and realized that I cared for this woman. She was less than half my age. She wasn’t a parent like Sue and me, she was a young woman starting out on her journey in life. And even with her stay in America guaranteed for the next three years, with no doubt many a suitor waiting in the wings, she’d chosen me to spend the night with. She didn’t want to be off tripping the light fantastic or traipsing through the meat markets of New York. She’d rather be here with me.

The feel of her caramel-colored arms felt wonderful around my neck as we smiled into each other’s eyes. Grace had kicked off her sexy five-inch heels and I loved the fact she was now looking up at me, maybe half a head shorter than my five-foot-seven. Sue and I were the same height, so this was a new experience for me, and it felt good. For once assuming the classic male position.

I was still anxious and more than a little pre-occupied by what was going on downstairs, but I determined to push those thoughts to the back of my mind. To focus all my attentions on Grace and our time together. I bent slightly and kissed her wonderfully soft lips. Enjoying her taste for the first time in two and a half months. Tasting her breath and inhaling her aroma, immediately the memories came flooding back.

It was like my mind had flipped a switch. Tomorrow could wait. Life with all its risks, spills, and thrills would still be there tomorrow. I let myself go and gave my all to Grace and our here and now, as I pushed my tongue deep, loving the way she pushed back. A tiny, tiny down payment on what was to come.

I loved being with Sue, but this was totally different. The excitement and newness I’d first enjoyed in Malawi as Grace slept in my bed each night, her sexy little body snuggled up next to mine. And then the same feelings all over again in Lagos, with the added frisson that Sue and Francis weren’t a continent away, they were right next door. Just a wall and a door away.

But here in our family home, at the start of her three-year degree, this felt totally different. The same excitement, but like when you’ve finished with the test drive and drive the car home for the first time. There was that same kind of added closeness, thinking of the significance of this moment and enjoying all the little details.

I pulled back and looked into Grace’s big brown eyes. Marveling at having a second beautiful woman in my life. My feelings towards her welled up as we gazed at each other. For twenty-plus years, this situation had always ended up with a profession of love for the woman in my arms. And it was hard to restrain this reflex behavior, especially as I did have feelings for Grace.

But I bit my tongue, said nothing and just tried to let my eyes and smile do the talking for me. And maybe I’m a crazy fool imagining stuff never there, but from the way Grace looked at me, my instincts told me she was in a similar place.

That moment between us seemed to last forever, only broken by the slightest of cheeky grins from Grace and a little wiggle of her shoulders, signaling she wanted me to unwrap her for our mutual pleasure. Smiling back at this sexy little vixen, I reached up and slowly unzipped the last three inches of the zip and pulled the crop top’s black fabric to the sides.

I’d not seen Grace’s perky little tits, resplendent with silver sleepers through each nipple, in what seemed like forever. I reached out to cup them and gently play with the sleepers, winning a moan of pleasure from Grace as her sensitive nipples became harder still.

“Tweedledum and Tweedledee, hello my old friends. I’ve missed you,” I joked as I continued to cup, squeeze, and fondle Grace’s little tits. Grace smiled at me, took my head between her hands and gave me a long, lingering kiss, packed full of all kinds of emotion and pent-up desire.

She shrugged her sexy shoulders so the crop top tumbled to the floor and then pulled herself up to her full five-foot-one and wiggled her hips with a smile that told me more unwrapping was required. Trying not to grin like a baboon, I kissed her and let my hands enjoy the full shape of her ass for several seconds. Then I started to pull down the tight lycra material, wondering how wet she’d be and what sexy panties she’d chosen to excite me.

Now standing completely naked except for her white lacey panties, I could see the damp excitement between her legs, smiling inwardly as I knew I’d soon be between those soft and youthful legs, lapping away and working Grace into a frenzy.

Grace wasted little time in stripping my clothes away, stopping for the briefest of moments to smile down as she freed and grasped my cock, squeezing it in a way that excited me and told me she was looking forward to this just as much as I was.

I picked her up and threw her on the bed, my over-active imagination picturing a scene from some formulaic romance film when the guy finally gets the girl. As I jumped on and joined her, we both burst out laughing, the laughter giving way to moans and sighs as we rolled around the bed like a couple of newlyweds.

I’d been fully intending to slowly tease and torment Grace. To kiss every inch of the soft skin on her little body, before feasting on the nectar from the fountain between her legs. But as we rolled around, I became overwhelmed by an urgent desire to possess Grace. To mark my territory and push deep into her body, making it mine and mine alone.

As I rolled her onto her back and took up position between her legs, my heart warmed another level as I saw the way she looked at me. The way she wanted me. It did my soul good, exercising some of the demons that went hand-in-hand with sharing Sue with another, larger man. I was about to delay a little, to better enjoy this special moment, but I sensed Grace wanted me deep inside her just as much as I did.

I gave her one final soft kiss, positioned myself at the beautiful flower that marked the way in and pushed upwards, feeling the walls of her pussy squeeze and welcome me. I pushed all the way in, and then pushed that extra little fraction, straining my muscles to win a little more of her body.

Looking down at Grace, I loved the way she smiled at me. It spoke volumes, no need for words between us. “Welcome home,” she grinned, her smile telling me she was treasuring this moment just as much as me. We kissed, over and over again, never tiring or wanting any variety. Happy to feel joined together, bonded as man and woman, enjoying the most fundamental human appetite.

I didn’t love her in the way I loved Sue, but still, I struggled to stop this reflex action of declaring my love. I knew in my bones Grace knew the words that were on the tip of my tongue, as she stroked the side of my face. “It’s okay, honey. I know,” her big brown eyes full of understanding and care.

We must have stayed paired like this for a long time before, with a kiss, Grace moved things on. “Fuck me, Pete, honey. Fuck me like you want to. I want to feel you take me. I want to feel you riding me, slamming me into the bed and making me cum all over you. And then I want to feel you shoot your seed into my womb as we cum together.”

I marveled at her intoxicating mix of sweetness and temptress, knowing at that moment I was besotted and she could wrap me around her little finger. With a deep happiness within, I set off following her instructions. Following them to the letter, as I started moving in and out, slow at first but then with increasing speed until the two of us were virtually bouncing off the bed.

I thought about switching positions, to take Grace from behind, but changed my mind as I didn’t want to stop looking at her pretty face even for one moment. So instead I rolled over and had her sit astride me. She liked the change and was soon sitting proud, her long painted nails doing terrible and delightful things to my chest as she used me like a human sex toy. She sped towards her first climax this way, her eyes screwed shut as she squealed my name and found just the right spot time after time.

As she slowed down, opening her eyes like someone wondering where they are, I was there to meet her and pull her down so we could share kiss after kiss. When I judged she’d properly recovered, I held her tight by the shoulders and rolled her back underneath me again.

Grace knew what was coming next and her smile told me she was all mine. To do with as I wished. What I wished was to slowly build up again, her arms now clinging to my shoulders as her legs locked and pulled me deeper. To lock my mouth to hers, our tongues dueling as I pushed my five-inches as deep into her young body as I could.

We both knew I couldn’t last much longer, and I strained every sinew to bring Grace to another climax alongside me, hearing her breathing shorten and speed-up, in time with my own ragged efforts. Faster and faster I went, loving the mix of the cold metal and the erect nipples as her tits pressed into me, until finally I cried out and pushed upward one last time. Moaning and shouting as my seed raced up and deep into her welcoming little body, the way she held me exquisite as she squeezed me and cried out through her own climax.

After my love-making with Sue the day before, I was amazed I still had so much to give. But it felt like I was shooting plenty of seed into Grace, for once, happy at my low sperm count and the need for no condom.

As our breathing slowed like a racehorse on a warm-down lap, finally the little smiles and kisses gave way to me gently lifting myself off Grace, with a sly smile as I looked at the way my seed leaked out of her.

I thought I’d been subtle, but Grace was too sharp for me. “Admiring your handiwork, are you? You should be grateful I don’t make you clean up your own mess.” I grinned at her, loving who she was and how she combined so many different sides to her personality.

As we snuggled and lay side-by-side, at first, we were both happy to say little. I’d noticed it before, but with her head resting on my chest I breathed in the apple scent of her hair, I realized how much I’d missed her these last few months.

Instinctively I took a deep breath and with the excitement now over, my mind started wandering back to the complicated life that now lay ahead of the four of us. Somehow, maybe by a mix of witchcraft, osmosis or telepathy, Grace seemed able to divine my thoughts. “It’ll be okay, Pete. I know it might feel complicated, right here and right now. But it will be okay, in the end. We’ll work it out, I promise you.”

How did this young girl have the right to such self-confidence and wisdom? She was less than half my age and yet sometimes I felt like a novice in her company.

Comforted by her words, I took another deep breath and wondered how something as simple and natural as apple scent could smell so damned good, better than the concoctions of a thousand Parisienne perfumiers.

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As we lay cuddling, just enjoying our quiet togetherness, after a few moments we heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Followed a few minutes later by the unmistakable sounds of love-making coming from the bedroom Sue and I normally shared.

The sounds coming from the bed started speeding up and changing. The sounds of gentle motion giving way to the sounds of bed feet shifting, a mattress being pounded and a headboard banging against the wall. The percussion of our bedroom furniture was soon joined by the sounds of Sue on lead vocals. Moaning and crying out, calling out her lover’s name as he gave her intense pleasure from his large body and big cock.

Of course, I strained to hear every little sound and detail, as Grace’s hand found my cock and held it in her palm, as it gradually swelled up in sympathy with Sue’s bedroom antics. Without saying a word, as Sue’s cries of passion assailed my senses, Grace’s hand closed around me and slowly worked me up and down.

She moved up the bed and looked directly into my face. “Do you want to go and watch? I don’t mind, really,” her expression backing up her offer.

But as I looked at this beautiful young woman with whom I’d just shared these amazing, intimate and tender moments, I was overwhelmed by a rare sense of calm and peace. I gently removed her hand from my manhood, good though it felt, and leaned in to kiss her softly. Finally answering her question.

“No,” I smiled at her. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

I felt like my heart was breaking as I saw the look on her face. How can flesh and bone, muscles and sinew communicate such a rich blend of emotions? Looking at the joy on her face I realized how impoverished the spoken word is as a way for two people to communicate their feelings.

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The symphony of sound had finally ceased radiating from the marital bedroom. I might have been a picture of contentment as I lay with Grace, but I could never still the geek within, and he’d counted at least three times Sue had cried out with joy.

But now it was all quiet. Well, at least as far as I could hear. I’m sure Sue and Francis were talking, sharing whispered nothings and somethings. But for once it wasn’t my wife’s burgeoning relationship with Francis that occupied my mind.

Now that the calm after the two storms had arrived, my mind went back to a question I’d puzzled over earlier this evening.

I stroked her beautiful, crinkly, appley hair and asked Grace.

“Why me? I’m old, not handsome. My body’s nothing to write home about. Why me? You, you’re young and smart. Full of fun and beautiful, with a life and a buzz about you. Now you’re here, you can have your pick of any guy you want? So why me?”

She turned to face me with a look that set my heart racing even before she spoke.

“For a smart man, sometimes you’re pretty dense, Peter Jones.”

Probably the gentlest and kindest rebuke I’d ever received, as she continued.

“For all the same reasons that the woman down the corridor loves you. You’re, kind and gentle, loving with a heart that always puts other people first. You’re smart and funny, with a generosity of spirit that shines like a beacon. And you know what, who cares if you don’t have a cock that you can use to roll dough with? Or muscles that look good on a selfie? Who cares? What you have is who you are. Someone who loves and brings out the best in whoever shares your life.”

I knew I wasn’t the most masculine of guys. I’d not been brought up that way. But I honestly wanted to cry as I took in the heartfelt words Grace had shared. I was forty-eight years old and it was only now that I was starting to truly understand what Sue and Grace saw in me. That I was starting to let the words of a twenty-two-year-old girl slowly unravel the pain and damage of a long-past adolescence.

I bathed in these words, replaying them syllable by syllable, as Grace and I passed into that blissful state just before sleep. Realizing I’d soon be asleep, I rallied one final effort.

“Goodnight, Grace,” I bid her as I kissed those soft lips for the last time tonight.

Her hand reached up to my brow to stroke my hair. “Goodnight, Pete. I love you, baby. Sweet dreams.”

If I’d not been right on the edge of sleep, it would have been a sleepless night. But as it was, tomorrow would have to take care of itself as I drifted off.