17 comments/ 81772 views/ 12 favorites Honorable Infidelity By: Wine_Maker This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. ----- Steve and Tom are twin brothers. Steve and Grace, Tom's wife, don't get along well at all. In fact, they can't stand one another. Steve can't understand what would bring Grace to his bachelor pad alone. He's about to find out and none of their lives will be the same. ----- Author's note: This is a short story of only one chapter. I wondered to myself, as an author, if I could write a story that made the title "Honorable Infidelity" work. I also wanted to see if I could write a sex scene between two people that don't like one another. This is that story. ----- The doorbell chimed cheerily. I frowned at the front door. It was after 10 PM - a bit late for company. I clicked off the TV and dropped the remote onto the couch. When I took peek through the peep-hole I cursed under my breath. Standing in the hall outside my apartment was my sister, Grace. What the hell did she want? The two of us could barely tolerate one another with my twin brother, Tom, playing referee. I couldn't imagine why she'd think I'd want to see her. She knocked on the door insistently. "I can see you, Steve. Don't try and pretend you're not home. This is important. Open up." I sighed and unlocked the door. Without a "by your leave" she breezed in like she owned the place. "Come on in," I said to her back as she marched into the living room. "Make yourself at home, why don't you?" She proceeded to do just that, sitting down on the love seat and crossing her legs. Her eyes shot a disapproving look at me that I shrugged off. I smiled wryly at my own wit and sat back down on the couch. I could see what attracted Tom's interest in her. She was a beautiful woman. What I couldn't fathom was why he actually loved this shrew. Not that it mattered. After all, you can't choose yours. And the law frowns if you kill them. Grace saw my smile, closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head. She opened them and stared at me. "Look," she started. "You don't like me. That's fine. I don't like you, either. But for once in your tedious life I need you to try to be serious, if you can," she said. "If I'd had any other options I would never have come here to talk with you." I had no idea what she was talking about, but her words stung. "You without a plan of action?" I was able to keep the sarcasm out of my voice, but it was only a near miss. "I find that hard to believe. You always know what to do when it comes to looking out for yourself." From experience, I knew that anger and sarcasm didn't faze Grace a whit. Being calm and sounding objective was the quickest way to cut her. "This is about Tom," she said, ignoring my jab. Grace never let me have the uncontested last word, and my snippy comment should have made her go off like a rocket. That she ignored it sobered me a little. That she was bothered about something concerning Tom flat out scared me. I loved my brother and, as much as I detested his wife, I knew she loved him without reservation. "What about Tom?" I asked warily. "I'm worried about him," she admitted her tone almost daring me to deny her words. "Something happened, and I'm willing to bet money he hasn't told you about it." There was a definite challenge in her voice. This was one of the things I hated most about Grace. Every interaction with her was a contest to prove who was superior. I couldn't really condemn her for it, since I went out of my way to push her right back. Tom said the problem was that we were too much alike. He wouldn't take it back even after I tossed his ass into the pool behind his house. I thought about the last few times I'd spoken to him. He hadn't mentioned anything earthshaking. He certainly hadn't mentioned anything serious enough to cause Grace to come here without him. Unwillingly, I nodded. "He hasn't mentioned any bad news, unless you count your wedding anniversary next month. He thinks we should celebrate. Whoop-ti-do." I swirled my finger in the air. She rolled her eyes. "Jesus! What's with you? Grow up, for Christ's sake. No, it's not our anniversary. He's depressed over something serious." Now that she mentioned it, he had sounded down the last time I'd talked with him. I concentrated and tried to recall the phone call without much luck. It had been a couple of weeks since I'd seen him in person. That wasn't normal, either. "Okay," I said. "For Tom I'll call a truce. Tell me." What she did next stunned me and ratcheted my anxiety to new heights. Grace opened her purse and pulled out a tissue to wipe her suddenly watering eyes. Her crying in front of me was inconceivable. She'd never done that in the five years that I'd known her. Some women used tears as a weapon, but I was convinced Grace thought they made her look weak. With any other woman I would have tried to comfort her. However, while Grace might stop crying if I touched her, it wouldn't help her. Well, maybe it would, after she slapped the shit out of me - that might cheer her right up. Her self-control was too good to let more than a few tears through at a time. She held the tissue in her lap and her expression defied me to make something of them. Wisely, I thought, I chose to decline the offer. Then she collapsed back into her chair. "I'm afraid. I'm afraid he's thinking about suicide," she almost whispered. At first, her words made no sense to me. "What?" I could hear my voice rising. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" I snapped. She shook her head. "No, I'm serious." Her voice strengthened. "You know we've been trying to have a baby for the last year. What you don't know is that we finally went to a fertility specialist." I sat up abruptly. That was news. Tom hadn't mentioned a thing about it. "After he tested us both, he said Tom had an abnormally low sperm count, with low mobility," she said flatly. "Not zero, but low enough to make having children naturally a long shot." "How can that be?" I objected. "I've donated sperm and my count is just fine. We're twins. He should be the same." Grace rubbed her face tiredly. "Do you remember when he had that bad fever when you were kids? The doctor said that probably did it." That was depressing, as badly as Tom wanted children. But to consider killing himself? I still didn't believe it. "That's bad news," I agreed, "but it's not the end of the world. There's always artificial insemination or adoption." "I tried telling him that," she growled in frustration. "He wants to have a child 'of his own blood.' Adoption's out. The doctor told us that because of the low sperm count we might want to consider artificial insemination. That sent Tom into a tailspin. I don't understand why, either, dammit. He thinks this makes him less of a man or some stupid thing." I nodded my head slowly. "Yeah, I can see where that came from. Dad was always bragging to us that having twins proved he was a real man. He said that no real man needed anything other than what God gave him. Tom and I really ate that up when we were kids. If the situation was reversed, I don't know if I could go through with something like artificial insemination either. Not and keep my self-esteem. But that doesn't mean he's suicidal. Maybe depressed, but never suicidal." She tensed up, and I got ready for her to tear a strip off me for daring to contradict her. Then she slumped again, a bleak look crossing her face. "He bought a gun." I blinked in incomprehension. Tom hated guns. "I find that... hard to believe." She nodded in agreement. "So do I. I'd never have found out about it at all if the guy he bought it from hadn't called and asked how Tom liked it. I tore the house apart while Tom was at work and found it stashed in the garage." "Maybe he got it for protection," I said uncertainly. Grace raised an eyebrow. "And buried it under a box of computer magazines in the garage?" she asked sardonically. "I don't think so. I moved it, of course. Then I started going back over his behavior since the last doctor's visit. I asked him about seeing someone about feeling depressed and that ticked him off. He said he didn't need a shrink. He said we just needed to keep trying and God would provide." "Maybe that's what he's thinking," I said with my best reassuring voice. "I might've let it go before today," she said with a tone closer to despair than I'd ever heard from her before. "I went grocery shopping and tried to call my friend Lucy when I got home. I hit redial and instead of Lucy I got the suicide hot-line." I stood up in alarm. "Shit! We need to get over there right now!" She shook her head. "He's not home. When I pulled myself together enough to think, I called David. You know how close those two are. I told him how worried I was without telling him all the details. He came over and dragged Tom off for an impromptu fishing trip. He promised he won't let Tom out of his sight." I sat down reluctantly. "That just puts the problem off. The trouble's still there. We need to come up with a plan and get him help fast." This whole thing had me turned upside-down. I couldn't imagine life without my brother and I'd do whatever it took to help him, even if it meant moving in with them and watching him every second of the day. Even Grace in my face all that time was better than losing Tom. Grace took a deep breath. "I've thought of a plan. One that will get him out of this corner he's worked himself into. I need to get pregnant with his baby." I tried to follow the thought but I couldn't figure out where she was going. "I thought that was the problem, not the solution." "I knew this wasn't going to be easy," she muttered, more to herself than me. "Steve, how much do you love Tom?" "More than anything in this world," I said without hesitation. It was true, too. Since our parents had passed on, we only had each other. "I'll do anything for him." "You might just have to," she said cryptically. "I know this is going to be a stretch for that brain of yours, but try to follow along with me." I narrowed my eyes at her. Couldn't she ever be polite? "Maybe if you'd stop jabbering on and just spit out your plan we could move forward." She slumped, the fire leaving her eyes. "You're right, this isn't about us. This isn't about what we want or like. This is about doing what we have to do to save the man we both love. We know how stubborn he is. He won't go into therapy, not even to save his life. We have to work around him and that leaves only one plan, as distasteful as it is, that has an almost perfect chance of making this right. The problem is that neither one of us will be very happy with it." "I have no idea what the hell you're talking about," I assured her in exasperation. "Just tell me what your plan is." Grace licked her lips and I realized that she was nervous. That wasn't very much like her, either. "I need you to get me pregnant." I stared at her in disbelief. "Have you lost your mind? That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard!" The nervousness shifted to anger on her face. "Tom told me all about the hare-brained schemes you've cooked up over the years. I'd hold off on calling one of my plans dumb. I realize this is going to be hard for you to understand, but you're an idiot. You wouldn't know a good idea if it bit you on the ass." Paradoxically, her insults made me relax a little; this Grace I knew how to deal with. "Okay, genius. Explain the brilliance of your plan. Then I'll tell you why it'll never work." She leaned forward and rested her hands on her knees just below the hem of her black skirt. "You're identical twins. That means that you have the exact same DNA. Any child you fathered would be Tom's genetic child just as if he'd gotten me pregnant himself. He'd never know." "How do you know he'd never guess? He has contacts all through the medical establishment and word of someone doing the procedure would get back to him. Not to mention the fact that he could hardly miss the whopping payment to the doctor leaving your savings account." "I'm not talking about going to a doctor," she said with a hint of steel in her voice. "I'm talking about doing this the old fashioned way. I checked my temperature before I came over and I'm ovulating tonight. We can do it right here without anyone else knowing." That shocked me. "You'd cheat on Tom? You'd violate his trust? If he ever suspected something like that he'd be destroyed worse than he is now. Your marriage would be over." "I would think that you'd like that idea," she snapped. "You make him happy. I'd never screw with that," I said in an offended tone. "If he suspected we'd cheated I'd lose him, too, you moron." Grace gave me a brilliant smile, and spoke slowly, like she was talking to a little child. "He knows I love him too much to ever have an affair. Under any other circumstances, I'd never even consider sleeping with you. Regardless, I strongly doubt he'd ever suspect us having sex since we can't stand each other." "Then we get to the second problem with your plan," I said. "You said it earlier: I don't like you. You don't like me. What makes you think you can convince me to do something that might make me toss my cookies?" "You think too much," she retorted. "The simple question you have to ask yourself is 'can I make that kind of sacrifice for my brother?' I asked myself that question and, as disgusting as I find the idea, I can force myself to do it. This is for Tom, and I will do literally anything to save him. Will you?" I stared at the TV and tried to think this through. How far would I go to save my brother's life and his happiness? Could I do this? I'd be betraying him. That was worse than the fact it meant I'd have to be intimate with her. I sighed and looked back at her. "I suppose you might be right but I don't know that we could do this anyway. You don't turn me on. In fact, you turn me off." "Whatever," she said with a dismissive laugh. "You guys get hard with a light breeze. We don't even have to take any clothes off. It would be better for me to just bend over the couch so I don't have to look at you. Unzip and in two minutes you'd be done and I'll be out of here." I laughed. "You're probably right but it really pisses me off to be talked about like that. Hookers treat their johns better than that. If I do this, I want to see you as uncomfortable as I'll be. That means doing this right." She turned red with anger. "Why do you have to be such an asshole? I have no desire to touch you any more than I absolutely have to." "And that," I said with a glare," is the price you have to pay. I don't want to do this at all, so if you want to have a child then you need to decide if it's worth it to you. Take it or leave it." We sat in silence for a minute, exchanging glares. She was furious and I knew why. She always got her way in the end. She couldn't stand someone else one winning. She'd talked herself into this with the thought that I'd jump at the chance of a quickie. What I wanted was to put her through the wringer while I had her over the barrel. She sighed and looked away. "I don't really have a choice. Fine." She dropped her purse on the floor and stood up. "Let's do this and get it over with so I can go throw up in peace." She grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me up. She was half a head shorter than me. She looked up at me with hostility. I didn't want to kiss her. That was way too personal. I put my hand on the top of her head and pushed down. "Why don't you see if you can convince my cock to cooperate?" She swallowed and didn't bother to hide the look of distaste on her face. "At least that's better than having to kiss you," she said, unknowingly following my own train of thought. "That's the damn truth," I agreed. Grace rolled her eyes and sank to her knees in front of me. Her hands were rough as they unzipped me and pulled my limp cock out. "Hey," I said, grabbing her chin. "Not so rough. I'm not into pain and I don't think you want me to return the favor." With an evil smile, she bit my thigh right through my pants. Hard. I howled in pain and yanked her head back by her hair, earning a gasp and a screech. "Get out. This is bullshit, and I'm not going to play your sick game anymore." "No," she said, suddenly aware she'd gone too far. "I'm sorry. I won't do that again. Please, don't make me leave." I could see how much begging like that hurt her. "Okay," I grumbled. "Though I still doubt you can even get me hard." "Ha! That's rich," she said derisively. It didn't take much to get her spirit back. "I can get that lump as hard as it's ever been. I'm more woman than you've ever had or will ever have again." She took my cock into her hand more gently and began jacking it slowly. I had to admit that her hand did feel good but I wasn't about to let her think she was even a quarter as hot as she thought. I thought about her personality and that quickly squashed any arousal. My cock stayed limp in her hand. With an exasperated sigh, she glared up at me. "You're doing this on purpose," she said accusingly. "You think you can fool me into thinking I can't get even a jerk like you hard? Wrong." She unbuttoned her blouse quickly and tossed it onto the couch. Her breasts were nice in that frilly black bra, I had to admit. And with her on her knees I was looking right down her cleavage. "Maybe an improvement in the view will help little Peter along to the party." "Maybe," I said with a malicious grin. "Let's see." I bent over and unsnapped her bra, allowing her breasts to pop free. I pulled the garment from her reluctant body and tossed it after the blouse. "That looks better." Her face was cloudy with outrage. She didn't like it when I did things to push her further. Good. I grinned as I reached down and cupped her breasts in my hands. Her nipples were not even close to stiff but a few pinches brought an unwilling gasp from Grace and a sudden stiffening to her nubs. "That's playing dirty," she huffed. "But it does seem to have interested Peter just a little. Let's see if I can get him onboard." Before I had time to even stand up straight, she opened her mouth and sucked the head of my cock. Her mouth was like a wet velvet glove and I quickly lost my battle to keep my erection down. As I hardened, I watched her eyes staring at me triumphantly. She was back in control and she knew it. When I was fully hard, she took my length into her mouth and did things with her tongue that felt impossible. Jesus, she gave head better than any woman I'd ever been with. I couldn't let her humiliate me like this. I pulled her to her feet and stared into her eyes. She smirked at me. "I think you can take care of business now. Shall we get this over with?" "I'm not done with foreplay just yet. Hold on to your horses." "You're hardly a horse," she laughed. "I'm the same size as your husband so I don't think you have too much ground to stand on," I said with a wicked grin. Her smirk turned into a gasp as I bent my head and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. I ran my tongue across it and nipped it hard with my teeth. She grabbed my head, but not to pull me away. She forced my mouth down on her breast and then groaned. "That feels good, you bastard. I like having my nipples bitten." "You don't like the idea that your body wants me?" I asked softly with my lips against her breast. "That must piss you off. Too bad I'm going to have you begging me to fuck you before too long." Honorable Infidelity - Second Time Author's Notes: This story was inspired by the original story "Honorable Infidelity" by Wine_Maker and is being posted due to his gracious permission. I urge you to read Wine_Maker's story first as this one might not make as much sense if you don't. I read the original story by Wine_Maker and thought how I'd feel if I were in the husband's place. Here are two people who I loved who had done something bad but for, supposedly, the right reasons. I read it and I wanted to see this infidelity as being 'honorable' or at least altruistic. The problem I had was that both of them, but especially the brother, took it much farther than a simple insemination. If the story had played out as Grace first suggested, her bending over the couch and him shoving it home, I wouldn't have had a problem. Her leaving her panties behind and him looking for something more than a thank you put it into the adultery category. I want to warn you, this story doesn't end well for some of the participants, but life is a female dog and then you expire! ********** Hi, my name is Tom. I have a lovely wife, Grace, a beautiful little girl, Melanie, and a great family. I'm a twin, my brother, Steve, is my best friend and would do anything for me, as I would for him. Melanie is almost one and my wife had been thinking that it would be nice to have a little brother or sister for her. I knew it was wishful thinking because Melanie was such a miracle considering my extremely low sperm count. Before we got pregnant with Melanie we had tried for over two years and hadn't had any luck. We'd decided we needed to do something to find out why so after some tests it turned out I was the problem. I'd had a really high fever when I was 12 and the doctor thinks that might have affected my sperm. We were told that our chances of getting pregnant were extremely low and I took it hard. At first I tried to be positive and we kept trying but as the months turned into another year of nothing I started to question my manhood. Our dad had beat into us at a young age that a man wasn't a man if he couldn't make babies. The harder Grace tried to keep up my spirits the worse I felt; especially when we'd go walking in the park and she'd see other couples our age pushing baby carriages. Oh she never said anything nor did she look wistfully at them as they passed us but I knew Grace and her posture would change and she'd breathe differently when she saw a baby and thought I wasn't around. It hurt, it hurt a lot. It hurt so much that I did something stupid. I went out and bought a gun with plans to eat the barrel and put myself out of her misery. I doubt that I would have done it but soon after that God answered our prayers and Grace told me that we were expecting. It was about a month after I had gotten home from a fishing trip with my buddy, David. He'd called me that Thursday asking me to go fishing with him as he'd been able to swing a weekend cabin at a lake we loved to fish in. I didn't really feel like fishing but Grace thought it would do me some good so I went. The trip did help me. I talked with David about my problem and he just listened. I really unloaded and he helped me come to grips with my problem. I wasn't completely convinced that I was still the man Grace deserved but I now knew that I couldn't commit suicide and leave Grace alone like that. If we never had children then so be it, but I was going to be the best husband I could be and try to make it up to her other ways. When I got home that Sunday night Grace about attacked me. I don't think I've ever seen her that hot, especially lately, as it seemed that sex was more of a chore than anything else. She turned me every way but loose that night and then we cuddled and I told her that I was sorry I had been such a jerk lately, being depressed and all, and I was going to get my head in gear. I told her that we would keep trying but only on a casual basis. In other words we'd have a normal sex life but wouldn't worry about her fertile cycle or anything like that and if God blessed us with a child then that would be great, if not, then we'd be happy as a family of two. Grace smiled at me with tears in her eyes and hugged me tighter than she ever had. "Oh, Tom, I'm so glad to hear that. I've been so worried about you! You've been so down that I feared you might do something stupid! I couldn't live without you, Tom! I love you!" I kissed her tears away and assured her I wouldn't ever leave her. ***** That next weekend Steve needed me to help him pick up new big screen TV and help him set it up. I'm an electronics nut so I was there with bells on. We stopped by the local electronics outlet and loaded the TV in my truck. Thirty minutes later we had the TV in the living room and were in the process of getting it set up. I needed to hit the head and I asked Steve if he wanted a beer on my way back. "Yeah, a beer sounds good about now, I'm pretty thirsty!" Steve said. "I know what you mean, lugging TV's is thirsty work!" I said laughing as I made my way to the bathroom. After doing my business I glanced into the bathtub and saw that he had a load of laundry ready to wash. It seemed that to Steve installing the TV was more important that doing the wash and I couldn't argue. What was odd though was a sexy pair of panties on top of his tighty-whities. I hadn't noticed them earlier as I was in a hurry, if you know what I mean. I didn't know my brother was seeing anyone lately, his having broken up with his old girlfriend a few weeks back. I suppose I should have minded my own business but I picked up the panties. They had obviously been worn. I absentmindedly thought that Grace had a pair just like these, heck they were even her size. They weren't my favorite pair, her little black thong was, but her ass always looked great in these too. I dropped them where I found them and continued on to the kitchen to get our beers. Handing Steve his beer I said "Hey, you got a new girl I see!" Steven looked confused and said "What are you talking about, Sally and I broke up weeks ago, you know that!" "OK, then whose skimpy panties are those on top of your wash basket? You turning into a perverted panty thief now!" I laughed and smacked him in the shoulder. Steve got this look on his face that made me wonder what I had said wrong. "You're NOT a panty thief, are you?" I said carefully. "NO! No, I'm not... Sorry I didn't realize I'd left those there. I'm sorry, Tom. I didn't mean for you to see those. I'm not proud of how I obtained them," he said sheepishly. "What do you mean, Steve?" "Well I met this girl at a bar last night. I was drunk and we came back here. We had great sex and then I passed out. When I woke up she was gone, all there was left was her panties. I didn't even get her name. I hope I didn't pick up a disease. God that was stupid," he said embarrassed. I felt bad that I had basically forced my brother to admit something he was obviously embarrassed about. "Don't worry about it Steve, I won't tell anyone and we'll never mention it again. You should get an STD test as soon as possible, though." "I will, Tom, I will. I appreciate you discretion." He turned back to the parts for hanging the TV and I took a sip my beer before joining him. We finished setting up the TV and ordered in pizza while we watched the football game on his new 60 inch plasma set. The panties were pushed to the back of my mind as more important matters took precedence. ***** As I said, about a month after that fishing trip Grace gave me the news that we were pregnant. I burst into tears and hugged her and then went across the room to hug Steve, who happened to stop by just before Grace got home that day. He clapped me on the back and hugged me. "Congratulations, Tom," he said. "You're a lucky guy!" I knew I was a lucky guy, it was almost a miracle and I thanked God for that miracle every day. Nine months later Melanie was born. She's a beautiful little girl with Grace's eyes and my mouth and hair color. There was never a guy as happy as I was that day, at least I thought so. Steve stopped by the day Melanie was born to congratulate Grace and me. I saw the look in his eyes when he saw my little girl. He was looking at her through the glass and his eyes misted up as she put her little fist in her mouth and yawned. He was so proud of her, almost as if he were the father. Our pregnancy brought about another change in our family that I haven't told you about. Soon after Grace's announcement I noticed that Grace seemed to treat my brother differently. I don't know if I'd told you but from the time we started dating Grace and Steve had been at each other's throats, figuratively at least. I don't know what it was, since we are twins and all, but as much as she loved me that's as much as she disliked Steve. It got so bad at one time that Steve started to stay away when Grace was around. I couldn't stand it that the two people I loved most in the world just about hated each other. I talked to them individually and they agreed to tolerate each other, which they have. They still sniped at each other, sometimes it was pretty intense, but they always respected my feelings and they behaved. I can't say that they were even friends but at least they could be in the same room without staring daggers at each other. Once Grace made her announcement and Steve could see how happy we were things changed between them as well. They still had their rivalries, you should see how they go at each other when we play Monopoly, but the rivalry is now friendly. I guess Steve mellowed when he saw how happy I was and it was because of Grace, or Grace saw how happy Steve was for us and changed her feelings about him, but whatever it was I was a happy man. The arguing and backstabbing relationship they'd had was gone, replaced by grudging admiration. ***** This brings me back to her desire to have another child. A couple of days before Melanie's first birthday party Grace brought up the subject over dinner. "Tom, honey, I've been thinking." "Uh-oh, I'm in trouble, aren't I?" I asked carefully. She slapped me lightly on the shoulder. "Tom! I'm serious. I've been thinking that we might want to work on getting Melanie a brother or a sister before she gets too old." I was kind of surprised, considering the trouble we'd had with Melanie. I just guessed that one miracle per family was enough to hope for. "Well, hon, you know I'd love another child but don't you think we're pushing our luck? It was probably a one in a million chance that got us Melanie." I dropped my eyes to my plate, finding the green beans suddenly capturing my attention. "I know, Tom, but I have a good feeling about it this time." She stroked my hand causing me to look into her eyes. I held her gaze and saw that she was serious. She felt that we had a chance and I couldn't see myself disappointing her. "OK, Grace, what's your plan?" "Well, I was thinking we could go back to me tracking my fertile cycle and then the week before we abstain from sex, that way we can store everything up for the big day. You remember how things worked the last time? You went fishing and I was so hot for you that I attacked you as soon as you got home and nine months later we had Melanie." I had to admit it sounded like a plan, and it seemed like this was something Grace really wanted. "OK baby, get out your thermometer and start tracking." ***** That weekend was the big first birthday party for Melanie. Everybody was there; my mom, dad and Steve, and Grace's mom and dad. We also had some friends over as well with everybody fawning over my little girl. I played the proud daddy all day and I was basking in the glory. I needed to get some more beverages from the garage so when Grace asked me to help her get the cake and ice cream from the kitchen I asked Steve if he could help me out with that. Steve headed for the kitchen and I went on through to the garage to get the drinks and some more ice. On the way back in I had my hands pretty full and was struggling with the door knob. I saw Steve talking to Grace and just as I was going to call him to open the door I heard something that didn't make much sense. "I don't know, Grace. We got lucky the last time. Don't you think twice would be pushing it?" "Steve, I really want another baby, I mean I REALLY want one. You've just got to help me." "What about Tom? He's not going to fall for the fishing trip excuse again, how do you plan to make this work?" "I'm keeping track of my fertile cycle, like I was last time. I'll know a few days before the best day. I was thinking we could both take the afternoon off and I'd meet you at your place. It would only take once if last time is any indication." "OK, Grace, OK. I know how happy Melanie has made Tom. You know I'd do anything for my brother! Though it was fun last time. Hey, you going to leave me another pair of your panties?" He said with a smug grin on his face. She slapped Steve in the gut. "Oh you, is that all you think about? Seriously, thank you, Steve! You won't regret this. You've made me the happiest woman in the world. Come on, help me get this cake into the other room, they're going to wonder what happened to us." I sat the case of soda I was carrying on the floor and dropped heavily beside it. My mind was in a whirl. My wife and my brother were making plans to make ANOTHER baby! I couldn't get my head around this. Grace had cheated on me with Steve just so we could have a baby, and now she wanted to do it again! I wish to hell I hadn't heard any of that conversation. What was I supposed to do now? How could I walk into that room and act normally? Maybe I could plead a headache and go lay down for a while. No, that wouldn't work, I'd been the life of the party up until 10 minuets ago. Oh, god, the party! This party is for my daughter, who isn't my daughter! I don't know how long I sat there but it must have been a while because Grace came looking for me. When she saw me sitting on the floor of garage she rushed over to me. "Tom, what's the matter? Are you all right?" All right? I doubted I'd ever be all right again but I told her I was fine. "I dropped the case of soda on my foot and I was resting. I'm OK now." I got up, dusted off my pants, grabbed the soda and followed her into the kitchen. "Please be careful, honey! I need you healthy if we're going to have another baby you know!" She patted my ass and rubbed my crotch while she nibbled my ear. In spite of myself I was becoming aroused so I put a quick stop to that. "Hey, not with a house full of people here we can't! Behave yourself." "That's a reminder for later, Tom!" she said as she rolled her hips and sauntered towards the living room. I stumbled through the rest of the party and I don't really remember much of it. Thankfully we were both pretty tired afterwards so we didn't end up having sex that night. I don't know if I could have gone through with it since I was still in shock from my discovery of that afternoon. ***** Luckily it was a really slow day at work so I was able to take some time to think. I told my secretary I needed some quiet time and to hold all my calls unless it was really important. It seemed that Grace had gotten tired of not getting pregnant and had decided to do something about it. I wondered what had gotten her to that point though. I would never have thought she'd cheat on me, not even to get pregnant. I started thinking back to that time. I was really depressed if you remember, and I had even gone so far as to buy a gun. The gun! I had forgotten about it until now, but the gun was not where I had hidden it when I went to take it back after coming home from that trip. I'd guessed that Grace had found and moved it, and being embarrassed that she'd found it I never asked what she'd done with it. Could her finding the gun have made her desperate enough to try anything? Even going to Steve, who she couldn't stand, just to get pregnant so I'd come out of my depression? Based on the conversation I'd heard yesterday, that's exactly what happened. No wonder they'd been behaving differently towards each other since that weekend! I doubt two people could have sex together and not have it affect how they reacted to each other. Another thought struck me, the panties! It wasn't a coincidence that those panties reminded me of Grace's, they WERE Grace's! That son-of-a-bitch, he knew whose panties those were and he'd kept them as a souvenir! I wonder if Grace left them? I suppose it doesn't matter now. What does matter now is what do I do with the knowledge I have? I loved Melanie, that was for sure. I loved Grace too, even knowing what I do now. Considering the circumstances I can forgive her for going to my brother. She was obviously worried that I might do what I had been thinking about. I could live with the knowledge of one indiscretion when the result was our daughter. The thing is, now that I know I can't accept it again. I will not have my wife screwing my brother for another child, I just won't. I would tell her tonight that I couldn't put myself through that kind of stress again. I would see how she reacted and then decide what to do. ***** We were sitting around chatting after dinner when I suggested that I'd put Melanie down for bed to give her a rest. I told her to get us some coffee and I'd see her in a little bit. I walked into the nursery and there was Melanie. She was perfect, as she always was. The difference now was I knew she was not my daughter. No wonder Steve behaved like he did when she was born. He was looking at his daughter! I have to give him credit though, he's a damn good actor. Except for that one time he's never acted like anything other than a proud uncle. Despite knowing she's not my daughter she's still my little girl and I love her. I just hoped I could convince Grace that Melanie was going to be an only child. I hated to think what would happen if I failed. ***** I sat down next to my wife on the couch and sighed. "Grace, I hope you're not going to be mad at me but I'm not sure about putting the pressure on us that trying for another child would mean. You know how I got the last time. I'd hate to go back to what I was back then." Grace looked me in the eye and I could see she was surprised at my statement. "Tom, what do you mean? I thought we'd agreed to try? I mean, since we WERE successful doesn't it mean that the doctors might be wrong about our chances?" "Honey, you know how surprised the doctors were when you became pregnant with Melanie. It was like it was a miracle to them as well. If I didn't know better I would bet they were thinking I wasn't the father," I said sadly. "I don't want doctors thinking that kind of stuff behind my back, even if it's not true." Grace looked shocked that I had said something like that. "Tom, you know that's not true! Melanie has your hair and your mouth, she even acts like you! She's your daughter all right!" "I know that honey, I just think that asking for two miracles is asking too much. It's not as if we've been using anything since Melanie was born and you haven't gotten pregnant in all that time, what makes you think that's going to change?" "It's like I told you, Tom, I have a good feeling about this. I really want another baby honey, and I know we can do this!" she said encouragingly. "Just so you know. I won't be sad if Melanie is an only child. She's the child I didn't think we'd ever have and I'm not going to put undo pressure on myself when we both know the chances of lightning striking twice are pretty slim." Grace paused to gather her thoughts before she responded. "I'd be happy with just Melanie too, honey, but as I said, I've got a good feeling that lightening IS going to strike twice. Trust me on this one, baby. I won't put any pressure on you, I'll take it all. Please, just go with me on this one," she begged. Honorable Infidelity - Second Time Well, I had done everything I could short of telling her what I knew and she still wanted to go through with this. I was numb. My wife wanted a baby so badly that she was willing to put one over on me again and have my brother get her pregnant. I sighed and said, "If you say so honey, just remember I don't need another child for our family to be complete. I love you and Melanie so very much and I don't want anything to change that." "Nothing will change that. I'll always love you, Tom." While I knew that was true I also knew that our lives would never be the same if she went through with her plan. ***** I was going to need some way of keeping track of Grace's plans. As I said, I'm an electronics nut so I went to my local outlet and bought a couple of voice activated tape recorders and some other things. I would put one in her car and one in our living room. I also hooked up a recorder to our phone. I figured that I had as much coverage as I could get without spending a ton of money, I just hoped it was enough. ***** I monitored the recorders for a couple of weeks and didn't hear anything incriminating. As a matter of fact she never called Steve and the only time Steve called was to talk to me. I was hoping that my speech to her might have changed her mind. I really didn't want to have a confrontation with my wife, or Steve for that matter. I loved my wife and I know she loved me. I had no doubt that she'd never cheated in all the time we've been married except for the time she got pregnant. I could, and have, forgiven her for that. I had the family I'd always wanted. It may not be exactly the way I wanted it to happen but Melanie is as close to my child as she could be, and for that I was grateful. What I wouldn't be grateful for though is if she did it again knowing my feelings on a second child. If she did it again then she's doing this for her and that's cheating, no matter what the excuse, and I just couldn't accept it. My world came crashing down three days later. I checked my phone recorder and I heard what I was praying I wouldn't hear. "Steve, it's Grace. It's this week. Can you get off Friday afternoon?" "I think so, what time?" "How does one o'clock work for you? I figure we'll have about three hours before I have to pick up Melanie from mom's and get home to make supper." "Three hours? Do you think we need that much time? Ten minutes should about do it," he said with a laugh. "Ten minutes, my ass. It took a lot longer than that the last time and you know it! I want at least the same as I got then and I expect you to come through mister!" "Yes ma'am. You'll get my best effort, that's for sure. This is my last chance so I plan to make sure you're pregnant when you leave." "Steve, you know this is for me and Tom, right? I really appreciate what you're doing for us but it IS for us. I don't want you to think we are going to do this again." "No we're NOT doing this again. I told you that already. But just because this is the last time doesn't mean I'm not going to get something out of it. I plan to make you scream like the last time. That's going to be my reward." "As long as you understand what's at stake here. If Tom found out he'd leave me for sure. He can't ever know!" "Do you think I'm stupid? He's my brother, if he found me screwing his wife he'd never speak to me again. I know what's at stake. Just make sure he never finds out because I'll never forgive you if he did. I didn't want to do this then and I still don't but to give Tom a child I'll take the chance." "Ok, as long as we're clear. I'll see you at your apartment at one o'clock this Friday." ***** I now knew what I had to do. I started the next morning by moving half the money in our checking and savings accounts to new accounts in my name only. I was lucky that we only had one credit card and only had what we'd charged this month was on it. I took my name off the card, reduced the limit and got a new one in my name only. I also found an efficiency apartment very close to work and signed a month to month lease on it. I wasn't sure what I was going to do in the future and I didn't want to be tied to a years lease. I spent the rest of the time searching the garage for the gun. I didn't plan on shooting anybody, I wasn't even going to load it, but a little intimidation couldn't hurt. I found it hidden behind the boxes of Christmas decorations and I moved it to the trunk so I'd have it when I needed it. Maybe more than one miracle in my life is not asking too much as Thursday at work my boss asked me if I'd be interested in a promotion coming up. He said he had to offer it to me even though he didn't think I'd be interested. I asked him why and he said it involved transferring to our plant in Georgia, a thousand miles away. I told him I'd like a few days to think about it but I was leaning towards taking it. He told me to take my time. Everything was in place. All I had to do was wait until tomorrow but in spite of everything I knew I still hoped she would change her mind. To that end our conversation that night was for the purpose of giving Grace a last chance to change her mind. "Baby, how about we make it an early night tonight?" I said as I rubbed my hand over her ass. "Tom, you know I told you no sex this week until tomorrow. It's my most fertile day. I want you to save up all those little swimmers for me tomorrow night and put them in my little pussy where they will do the most good!" "But baby, I want you now! I don't care about getting you pregnant, I told you that! I want my hot little wife tonight!" I said as I laid a kiss on her that left both our knees weak. "Whew, Tom, please honey, don't do this now. I want to save it for tomorrow night," she said and moved away from me to the other end of the room. I looked at her sadly. I had given her all the chances to change her mind I was going to. It looks like she'd made up her mind and she figured she had me fooled. Well, I wasn't fooled nor would I be one. "Ok, Grace, just remember that I wanted you tonight." I said cryptically. "I think I'll go to bed, I've got a headache now." "I'm sorry honey, I'll make it up to you tomorrow night, believe me! You won't be able to move when I get done with you." I turned and walked to the bedroom knowing that Grace and I would never be together again. ***** I was surprisingly calm that Friday morning. I kissed Grace goodbye then hugged and kissed Melanie before I left for work. I had already make plans to take the afternoon and the following Monday off. I figured after today I'd need a few days to get my head together before I went back to work. I also planned to tell my boss I was interested in the promotion and to get the paperwork started. Some might consider me a coward for running away but I didn't see it that way so screw them! I kept myself busy the whole morning by getting my projects and files in order for my replacement, considering I was going to be leaving soon. One o'clock came and I locked my desk, told my secretary to have a good weekend, and made my way to the car. I had a gym bag of things in the trunk that I removed and set on the front seat. I had the gun, no clip, and some extra large zip-ties. I'd seen something like that on those cop shows used as handcuffs. I planned to cuff them and sabotage their cars so I wouldn't be bothered when I moved my stuff out of the house. It was a thirty minute drive to Steve's place and I figured that would give them plenty of time to get down to business. I still had hope that she might have changed her mind but when I saw Grace's car in the lot I knew she'd gone through with it. I parked my car out front and moved hers to the far rear of the complex. I also removed the plug wires and threw them in the back seat for good measure. It would cost her a few buck to get the wires put back but no permanent damage would be done. I walked back to the front and went over to Steve's car. I didn't have keys to his car so I got out my knife and my tire gauge. If anyone was looking it would look like Steve was checking his tire pressure but in reality I was cutting off the valve stems. Again, it would cost Steve a few buck for new stems but no permanent damage was done. He might be fucking my wife but he was still my brother. I walked up to his door, and as I suspected, his door was unlocked. He never locked it when he was in the apartment though I've tried to tell him he should. Now I was glad he'd ignored my advice as it allowed me to enter without making any noise. I pulled out the gun and put two of the zip-ties in my back pocket. I then crept silently towards the bedroom though I didn't really need to. There was plenty of noise coming from Steve's room though I tried not to listen to the actual words. I peeked around the door jamb and saw myself fucking my wife. It was surreal in that respect. Being identical twins it was like watching myself with my wife. I have to admit we looked good together. It's just too bad that it wasn't me between her legs at the time. There wasn't a lot of light in the room since the shades were down. I snuck closer to the bed and they didn't notice I was there until I cocked the gun just as I put it to Steve's head. Steve stopped moving immediately and it took Grace a second before she realized he'd stopped moving. She opened her eyes to see me staring back at her. "Tom! Wh-what are you doing here? It's not what you think!" she said as she pushed Steve off her. Steve saw me with the gun and put his hands up in front of him. "Tom, don't shoot man! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, you have to believe me!" It was good to see both of them scared out of their wits, it would make things easier for me. "Shut up, both of you! I don't want to hear any of your fucking excuses! Get out of that bed and face the wall!" "What are you going to do Tom?" Grace said, crying the whole time. "That's none of your business, slut! Just get against the wall, you too Steve. Now, before I do something we'll all regret!" I gave Steve a look that told him not to screw around and he scampered out of bed and stood with his nose against the wall, next to Grace. "Put your hands behind your backs, NOW!" Two pairs of hands snapped behind them and I slipped the zip-ties around their wrists and snugged them tight, but not too tight. I didn't want to cut off their circulation just make sure they couldn't get out too quickly. "All right," I said, "I want you to move to the living room and sit on the couch. We're going to have a little chat." I stepped away from them and waved the gun toward the door. I have to say they looked like a pretty sad couple, naked with their hands tied behind them with guilt and fear all over their faces. After all they still didn't know if they were going to get out of this alive. They sat on the couch, as far from each other as possible, and hunched over, trying to cover their nakedness. "Oh come on, Grace," I said with a sneer, "it's not like Steve and I haven't seen it all before!" Steve looked at me angrily, "You don't need to talk to her that way!" "Shut up, Steve. You have no right to tell me how I can talk to this slut! After all you're only my brother, who's been fucking my wife!" I yelled. "It's not like that, Tom," Grace wailed. "It's not what you think!" "What isn't what I think, Grace? It's not my wife in that bed, naked? It's not my brother, naked, between your legs! It's not you yelling "Oh Steve, make me come, give me a baby!" Is that what it's not like, Grace!" I said as I leaned in her face and grabbed her hair making her look me in the eye. "Oh Tom, I never meant for you to find out. I'm so sorry!" The tears were pouring down her face and her nose was running. I let go of her hair and slumped down in the chair I had been sitting in. "I knew what you were up to Grace. I knew and I told you I didn't want another baby, but you had to do it, didn't you. You got away with it once and you thought you'd get away with it again, didn't you! I told you I was happy with just the three of us but you didn't listen! You just had to have another baby and only good old Steve here could give you one since your husband isn't worth shit as a man to knock you up!" I was pissed now and all the anger I hadn't dealt with was coming out now. "Tom, you know that's not true," Steve said. "You're just as much a man as me. You had a fever that affected your sperm, it's not your fault! I didn't want to do this, but Grace convinced me! We were both worried about you, you'd bought that damn gun! We figured if she got pregnant you'd come out of your depression, and it WORKED!" "Yeah, Steven, it worked. I had decided I was wrong to think that way when I was with David on that trip but I was the happiest man in the world when I found out Grace was pregnant. Even after I found out the truth I still forgave both of you since the result was that beautiful little girl I call my daughter." Grace had stopped sobbing so hard and was only sniffling by now. Steve looked at her then at me. "How did you find out? We were so careful?" "You weren't as careful as you thought, but as I said, I forgave you. Remember that day I found those panties and you acted like you'd done something wrong? I didn't think much about it at the time but it was my first clue. My second clue was the change in both your behaviors to each other. I'd always wondered why you started to do more than tolerate each other but, again, I didn't question it. I didn't even think it was too odd when you almost cried when Melanie was born, though I should have, you've never been that emotional before, but she is your first child." I said sarcastically. "I wouldn't have found out at all if I hadn't overheard you two talking at the birthday party. I heard Grace tell you she wanted another child. All of a sudden the pieces fell into place. I knew Melanie wasn't mine and now Grace wanted to do it again." I shook my head and sighed. I looked straight at Grace and continued speaking. "Even after hearing all that I tried to tell you I didn't want another child. I told you I didn't want the pressure, I told you I was happy with our family like it was, but you didn't want to listen, DID YOU!" I shouted. Grace shrunk back on the couch again, thinking I might hit her. I wouldn't but she didn't know that. "You told me you had a good feeling about it, you knew you'd get pregnant and for me not to worry. God, you even cut me off from sex this last week so I'd think I knocked you up when we fucked tonight! That's why I tried to have sex with you last night, Grace. I wanted to see if you would fight me off so you could keep up your lie and you did. I hoped you wouldn't but you did, Grace. I hope you're happy. I hope your plan worked and you're pregnant now. It would be a shame to not be pregnant after working so hard!" Steve was sitting quietly absorbing everything I'd been saying. "Where do we go from here, Tom?" "I don't know, Steve, are you going to marry her? She is the mother of your child?" I said. Grace came out of her trance about this time. "Marry me? How can Steve marry me, I'm married to you?" I glared at her and she shrank back into the couch again. "Not for much longer, bitch. You knew what would happen if one of us ever cheated. We've talked about it many times, or don't you think fucking my brother is cheating?! I forgave you for the first time Grace, but I'm not going to let you get away with it again. We're done. When I leave here I'm getting my stuff and moving out. I've already got another place. I'll be seeing a lawyer first thing, maybe tomorrow. I'll be going for irreconcilable differences and I don't expect a fight. I also don't expect to be paying child support," I turned to my brother, "you got her pregnant you can pay for the next 18 years. Maybe that'll teach you not to do favors for women who ask you to help them fool their husbands." I have to give them credit, they both looked embarrassed after that. Steve still tried to get me to change my mind. "Tom, man, you can't be serious. You love Grace, I know you do, and she loves you too. She thought you'd never find out. She was only trying to make you happy, Tom. Please, don't do this." "Steven, you're right, I did love Grace, more than anything in the world. I loved her so much I was willing to overlook her previous infidelity. You can't imagine how I felt when I knew that not only was I not Melanie's father but you, my own, brother, had knocked up my wife. I love you like no one else but it hurt so bad to know that you didn't respect me enough to come to me and tell me that my depression was hurting my wife. It hurt me to know that you could be tempted by my wife when you knew how much I loved her. It hurt that you could betray your twin brother like that and keep her panties as a souvenir! Even with all of that I forgave both of you. But seeing the two of you in bed today, grunting and sweating, putting it over on me one more time has killed the love I had for her, and for you Steven. When I leave here today I never want to see or hear from you again. Please don't try to contact me in any way, the aftermath won't be pretty, I promise you." I saw the color drain from Steve's face. He knew I meant what I said and he knew what this second bout of sex with Grace had cost him. "I'll be going now. I hope you two had a great time. It shouldn't take you too long to get out of those cuffs but I warn you not to go by the house until I'm gone." I looked right at Steve. "Oh by the way, you really should lock your door when you have a woman in your bedroom, you never know who might sneak in." I turned and walked out. Just as the door closed I heard Grace crying and Steve trying to comfort her. I couldn't make myself feel sorry for either of them. ***** It was three weeks after that incident that I got a call from my mom at work. "Tom, I was wondering if you could stop by the house after work. I need your help." "What is this about, Mom? What about dad?" "He's going out with the guys after work and you know he's no good for anything when he gets home from those outings," she chuckled. "Yeah, Mom, I know. How about I see you about six, is that OK?" "That'll be fine, dear, I've got steaks for dinner, see you then." "See you then, bye Mom." ***** Dinner, as expected, was great. Mom has a way with steaks and her baked potatoes are to die for. I pushed my plate away and sighed. "That was great, Mom, thanks. What did you need doing?" She looked embarrassed and it took her a few seconds before she answered. "I really don't have anything that needs doing. I wanted to talk to you." "Mom, you don't have to go to this much trouble just to talk to me, all you needed to do was say so." "Well you might not have wanted to talk if you knew the subject." I had a sneaking feeling I knew where this was going but I decided to let her have her say. I sat back and waited. "Tom, I know you're hurt, and you have every right to be, but have you thought this whole thing through? You haven't said one word to Grace or Steve in weeks now. She's your wife and he's your brother. Blood has to mean something, doesn't' it?" she asked. "Maybe you should be asking your son that question. He's the one who went against his blood, not me," I said sharply. "As for Grace, she won't be my wife much longer. She knew how I felt about infidelity and she went to Steven not once, but TWICE! I forgave them for the first time, did they tell you THAT, Mom? It was only when they tried to rub my nose in it a second time did I get angry. I've done nothing but think about it, Mom, nothing but, and I can't forgive her for cheating and I can't forgive Steven for what he did, not again." There were tears in my eyes but they didn't fall. I was done with crying, especially for those two. Honorable Infidelity - Second Time "I'm so sorry honey, I wish this had never happened. I want my family back together. Grace does nothing but cry and it's bothering Melanie. Steven mopes around the apartment and refuses to talk to me or Grace. Your dad doesn't understand why getting divorced from Grace has soured you on Steven but he has a pretty good idea and is pissed at Steven and refuses to talk to him. Nobody is happy and I just had to try to do something to change it. You understand that don't you, Tom? I just had to," Mom said as she broke down crying. I got up from my chair and put my arms around her. I wanted to tell her that it would be OK but I couldn't do that. I so wanted her to be happy since she was one of the two innocent people in this whole mess, her and Melanie. I felt bad about Melanie, I really did, but as a single guy I knew I couldn't get custody of her and she needs her mother. I got up and sat back in my chair. "I'm sorry I can't give you what you want, Mom. I wish I could, but I can't. Both of them thought so little of me that they didn't feel they could come to me with their concerns. They felt that they had to do something without my knowledge that they knew was going to affect more than just the two of them. Their problem, and mine, was that they felt they could do it twice. I wish them both well, Mom, but I can't say that they don't deserve what they've got." I got up from my chair and kissed my mom on the head. I walked out the door a second time to the sound of tears. ***** I'm settled in my new place in Georgia now and life is going along smoothly. The new promotion has done wonders for me as I'm so busy I don't have much time to think about my personal life. I call home once a month and Mom is careful never to say too much about Grace or Steve. She does tell me that little Melanie is doing well, she's walking better now and she's talking better too. I'm glad to hear that, she didn't ask to get involved in this mess. I plan to set up a college fund for her but Grace isn't going to know about it. She didn't contest the divorce nor did she ask for child support, though her lawyer told her she was crazy. I'm using some of the child support money I figure I would have paid for the college fund, she should be able to go to Harvard if she wants. Do I miss Grace? You bet I do. Do I miss Steven? Yeah, I have to say I do. Would I take either of them back? NO WAY! When your wife screws you over with your own brother it breaks way too many bonds of trust, bonds that not even family ties can fix. The End Copyright November 2006 by fdkman262 Honorable Infidelity She threw her head back and laughed. "Get over yourself! Like Dr. Phil says, 'it ain't gonna happen!' You may look like my husband but I'm not... Unggggg..." Her tirade lost all headway when I dropped my mouth to ravish her exposed breasts again. This wasn't about sex anymore. This was about making her want it. Beg for it. I licked and sucked her breasts with every ounce of skill I had. The closest I got to that was an almost uncontrolled push of her hands on my head, pushing me lower. I dropped to my knees and unsnapped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her French cut panties were the same black as her bra and they covered a generous mound of dark hair. The scent of her arousal told me that her body had betrayed her. Not that my cock had been any more loyal to me. Not giving her any time to recover, I sucked on her inner thigh and made her moan. The moan cut off as quickly as she recognized it, but it was too late. I pulled her panties down around her ankles and abandoned any pretense of light foreplay by shoving my tongue inside her pussy. Her damp sex told me all I needed to know and I did my damnedest to make her scream in pleasure. I was going to have her cave in if it killed me. With my tongue and lips, I split her sex and sucked her clit into my mouth. She didn't even try to disguise her panting. Her hands pulled my face into her sex hard and she hunched her wetness against my lips. I was about to slip a finger into her when she pushed forward and made me fall backward. Rather than break my knees, I went down onto my back as she rode me down. She looked down at me with a mixture of lust and defiance on her face. "Two can play at that game." With a deft twirl of her body, she lay across me in a sixty-nine and jammed her pussy back onto my face. It was ether eat or drown. I felt her pulling my pants off. Then her hot mouth engulfed my cock and she began working hard to regain her dominance. With a woman's hot sex all over my face, being uninterested was no longer an option. I would just have to try to make her come so hard that I could regain the upper hand. The problem was that she was sucking my cock so well it made my eyes cross. We pleasured each other for a few minutes before she pulled back from my cock and slid off me. Thank God. I didn't know how much longer I could have lasted. She looked down at me with such desire that it unsettled me. This wasn't right. I was not supposed to feel anything for her but disdain. My cock started to deflate. She saw that and swung her leg over my thighs. "Oh, no, you don't! You owe me a fuck. Pay up." With a deft motion she seated herself on my cock and sank until I was fully inside her. My cock was surrounded by a white-hot volcano. I could feel the juice leaking out of her and onto my balls as she began bouncing up and down. "Oh, yeah," she said. "This is for me. You're not man enough to make me come but I can fuck you till I get there." That was an interesting twist of logic to try and get around the fact she was getting off. Too bad I had no intention of letting her get away with it. I began thrusting my hips off the floor to meet her every descent. I wanted her to come in the worst way now. I wanted to make her scream. Growing tenser, she closed her eyes and bounced up and down on my cock furiously. She was lost in her own world now. Then she slammed forward and began rubbing her clit against my pelvic bone as hard as she could. I realized then that she'd been moaning steadily and now her voice rose to a wail. Her clutching pussy threatened to send me over the edge but I couldn't lose face like that. My willpower was put to the ultimate test when she suddenly plastered her body against mine. She clamped her mouth to mine, cutting her wail to heated groans. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and fucked me like her pussy was fucking my cock. She shuddered and collapsed on top of me. Her pussy went into overdrive, her muscles rippling all along the length of my cock. I fought my own orgasm to a standstill. It was a close thing, but I kept from blowing my seed inside her. When that happened it was going to be by my own efforts. I rolled her unresisting body over until she was flat on her back and I was in the saddle of her hips. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me with curiously unfocused eyes. "Now I fuck you for me," I growled. "Do it," she urged softly. "Fuck me. Come inside me." I grabbed her hips and thrust myself into her tight pussy. The rush of desire made me giddy. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed again and then to fill that hot pussy with my come. She looked so sexy, laying there with her hair spread wildly around her face. Her eyes were lost in the moment and she was grinding herself against me, wanting the same thing. Our mutual pleasure. I lost control of myself. I crushed my mouth to hers and took her. She writhed against me, wrapping her legs around my hips and forcing me even deeper inside her. My cock felt like it was melting from the inside out. Such pleasure couldn't last. I felt that indefinable moment that I crossed the line and knew I was going to come in a few seconds. Grace saw that in my eyes and began fucking me back wildly, her eyes completely out of control. "Come inside me, Steve! Come for me!" she cried and then threw her head back in a scream of animal pleasure. When I came to my senses, I was collapsed across her sweaty body. She had my head cradled to her breast, her hand caressing my face. I could hear her heart thundering against my ear. The scent of her body filled my senses and I breathed her in. She finally tilted my chin up so I was looking at her face. Her expression was troubled. "I need to go." I pulled back from her, blinking in surprise. "That's it? Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am?" Grace stood up on wobbly legs and I could see my come starting to run down her legs. "What did you expect to hear?" "I guess I expected you to say something different," I said, confused by the disappointment. She didn't say anything as she used my shirt to clean her sex with a smile before dropping it on the floor and slipping into her skirt and shoes. Only when she had her blouse on did she bend down to kiss me. "Thank you," she said softly, "but this doesn't change anything between us. This was all for Tom." Without a backward glance, she walked out my door. Leaving me lying there where we'd just fucked like rabbits. When I stood up, I also realized she'd left her underwear. I held her panties to my nose and wondered what that meant. ----- She was wrong. So was I, for that matter. Our relationship had changed irrevocably. Surprisingly, it had changed for the better. Our mutual loathing had morphed into something more like a friendly rivalry. The one-upmanship seemed to be friendlier. Not that Grace or I would give the other the pleasure of admitting we'd changed. Tom changed for the better the day Grace told him she was pregnant with his baby. Seeing them holding each other and crying made me incredibly happy. It is possible for a wrong to be very right, if it's done for the right reasons. * Author's Note: One of my previous stories is eligible for an award. Please click my name at the bottom of this page and see my biography for details. Thanks, Wine.