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Same Time Next Year

By: KY ridgerunner



Jackie and I were looking forward to finally using the timeshares we bought 5 years ago. One thing then another and this was the first time we could get away. As we were checking in to the hotel I noticed the couple checking in next to us. What struck me was how much she was like Jackie, same height, same hair same body build. The woman turned and I could only see about half her face but she even looked like Jackie, I wouldn't know how much until we went up stairs. She seemed to be looking at me kind of strange then turned back to talk to her husband. They seemed to be about our age and very attractive. All four of us rode up together and got off on the same floor. Things seem to be going wrong when we both tried to put our key in the same door. That's when the man turned and we saw his face for the first time and Jackie said, "God you two could be brothers." 

He looked at Jackie then his wife and replied, "All most as much as you two could be twins." 

The women looked at each other and both shook their heads and said together, "Sisters maybe but not twins." 

They say that everyone has a double and I can accept that but what they didn't mention was that your double is married to your wife's double and the four of you are booked into the same hotel room for the same week. What are the odds? He tried his key and it worked then I tried mine and it also worked. 

He and I both said, "this is weird." 

We introduced ourselves, they were Joan and Dick and we told them we were Jackie and David. Dick said, "Let's get this room thing worked out and maybe we can explore this some more. We went down to the front deck to see about getting it straightened out. The desk clerk took a second look then pulled up both names. He said that the computer had both couples listed for that room. The only possible way for that to happen, they said, was if the people booking our request both hit enter at the exact same moment. The computer would take it like we were both there booking the room together and that we would be sharing the room. 

The desk clerk suggested that we go to the lounge while he tried to find another room and that the drinks were on the house. Then he called the lounge and set it up. We were enjoying the free drinks and getting to know each other. We seemed to have a lot in common in fact maybe too much it was getting kind of freaky. We each danced with both women and they said that even our dance style was the same they couldn't tell which of us they were dancing with. It was like meeting yourself from some parallel plane or some weird shit like that. 

I guess after all that had happened so far, what happened next was inevitable. After about a hour and a half the women had to use the restroom. When they came back Jackie stood next to me. Since we had been married I would always slid my hand up under Jackie's dress and stroke the inner part of her upper thigh, just below her pussy. This always gets her hot and when I felt her legs respond as it always does we looked at each other to acknowledge our mutual need for each other. When we looked at each other we got the shock of our lives, it was not Jackie. We both looked at our partners and sure enough they were doing the same thing but hadn't noticed with whom yet. 

Dick looked over at us and saw my hand under Joan's skirt, neither of us had pulled away. His face went from total rage to total guilt in .5 seconds. If I was stroking his wife that meant he must be stroking my wife. He patted her thigh and as Jackie looked down to smile at me she found Dick. She gasped and tried to pull away but Dick held her leg and looked back at us. Jackie's eye followed his and her face went from shock, to rage, to confusion, to utter hysteria. She stood there with her mouth open and Dick's hand still on her thigh, then busted out laughing. Then it hit all of us just how funny it was. 

Jackie surprised me with her next move. She sat down on Dick's lap. She knows full well from experience that it would push Dick's hand right into her pussy and I knew she wasn't wearing panties. Joan followed her and I'm sure she knew my hand would be in her pussy as well and she was pantyless too. We all sat there for a moment realizing what was happening. I had two fingers in Joan's pussy and I'm sure Dick was doing the same. Jackie put her hands on her skirt over the fingers in her and pushed shoving Dick's finger farther into her pussy and said, "I guess we're going to share the room." There was no need to ask any one at this point we knew their response would be the same as ours. 

We went back to the front desk except my arms were around Joan and Jackie was hanging off Dick. We told the desk clerk that we decided to share the room. He looked up and said, "So I see. Some how I thought you might." 

Before we left Jackie said, "Computers don't make mistakes and if it thinks we should all be together who are we to disagree." 

This was getting weirder and weirder there was a strange woman in my arms yet I knew just how she would react to anything I did. It was all so familiar and cozy and yet new and exciting at the same time. 

When we got in the elevator Jackie attacked Dick pulling his head to her and kissing him long hard deep and wet. She took his hand and shoved it under her dress into her pussy. Joan and I were also kissing and she slid my hand under her skirt but it was slow and gentle. It was like the tender gentle side of us was watching the wild side of us. It was all too strange. 

Once in the room Dick and Jackie started ripping each other's clothes off. By the time Joan and I were undressing each other Jackie already had Dick's cock in her mouth and was going after him like a starving calf. Joan and I kissed and stroked each newly exposed parts and when we were finally naked we looked back over at Jackie and Dick. We were just in time to see Dick shoot his load without warning into Jackie's mouth. She has never done that before but didn't lose a drop and after sucking him clean just looked up at him then to me and smiled. I told Joan, "Wow, she has never done that before." 

Joan was stroking my cock and said, "Well she will now, I mean I will now, I mean...oh hell.....I want you to be the first man to ever cum in my mouth." She started with a slow and easy blowjob and was bringing me up fast. I looked over and Dick was now going down on Jackie so I pulled Joan into a 69 and started licking her pussy. 

I could feel my balls tighten and I knew I would be cuming soon. I pushed my legs together to force her mouth off my cock but she pulled them apart and said, "I want this. Just let it happen." With that she went back to sucking me and had me ready again in seconds. When I grabbed her ass cheeks she knew it was coming and prepared herself for the first load ever in her mouth. Just like Jackie she took every drop and didn't lose any. She sucked me dry then cleaned me off. I was more determined than ever to get her off and now that she wasn't concentrating on my cock she could enjoy what I was doing to her. It wasn't long before she was moaning that she was about to cum and then her orgasm rocked her body. 

Joan and I lay there together and were watching Jackie and Dick. He had mounted her now and was fucking her hard and fast. Joan and I cuddled with me behind her and we watched the action on the other bed. Joan was getting hot again and I was also hard and as our partners screamed their orgasm and fell to the bed I easily slipped into Joan's pussy from behind. We just rocked letting my cock slid in and out of her. We soon came to a very beautiful mutual orgasm as her pussy gripped my cock and I shot into her. It was not mind blowing nor did it make the earth shake but it was the most beautiful orgasm either of us had in some time. Just as we were coming down Jackie announced, "I'm hungry." 

We all got dressed and went out for a late bite and this set the tempo for the rest of the week. Dick and Jackie were the newly weds and Joan and I were the same couple after several years of marriage. Still very passionate and very active but not so flamboyant. Every where we went Jackie was flashing us her panties, when she wore any. Joan did get in a few flashes but she was most flashy back in the room. There she would flaunt and strut and put on quite a show. 

I would have to say that Jackie and Dick did fuck about twice as much as Joan and I did. It seemed like every time we turned around they were either eating each other or fucking. The four of us did everything together. We went to eat together, and shopped together, saw the sights together and back at the hotel at night Jackie climbed in bed with Dick and Joan and I slept together. During one brief moment when I was alone with Jackie I asked her if this was going to carry over when we got back home. She smiled and kissed me and said, "Oh I hope so. Do you think you can keep up with me?" I smiled back at her and said, "I think I can keep up but what if I don't?" Dick was coming out of the shower and on her way over to him she stroked my cock and said, "I'll just have to make sure you can." 

Early Tuesday afternoon Jackie said something that caught us all off guard. It was obvious that Jackie was calling the shots the whole week. She said, "I can't get over how much you two look alike." 

I replied, "Not as much as you two do, you could be twins." 

She smiled and said, "That may be but what I want to try is I want both of you at the same time." 

I couldn't believe it but I actually looked at Joan to get permission to have a three-way with my own wife. She of course said yes. So Dick and I got on the bed with Jackie and Joan got on the other bed to watch. We actually doubled teamed her twice that day. The first I was in her mouth and it never felt so good. She was sucking me and for the first time I had the perfect view of Dick's cock going into Jackie's pussy. He and I got a good rhythm going and it wasn't long before Jackie got filled from both ends at the same time. Joan was slowly stroking her pussy as she watched and you could tell she was getting hot. 

While Dick and Jackie were resting up I went over to Joan and said, "I would love to watch you get yourself off if you don't mind." 

She ran her fingers through my hair as she continued to stroke her pussy. She kissed me and said, "I would love for you to watch me but I expect a good hard fucking later." 

I said, "I don't think that will be any problem." Then I lay down close to her pussy as she picked up the pace. I had never just watched a woman get off before. I've seen Jackie play with herself but we always wound up fucking or I would go down on her before she finished. I was amazed just watching her and she seemed very turned on that I wanted to. I don't know if she was over acting for my benefit or if that is how she would normally do it but it was great. 

By now Dick and Jackie were ready to go again and this time I got to fuck her. I asked Joan to come over closer so she could see better. Joan and I both sat on the bed as Jackie got on her hands and knees. She took Dick's cock in her mouth and started sucking him. I have received many of Jackie's blowjobs but I have never been able to watch her do it. It was fantastic, she was fantastic. I got up to get behind her and figured Joan would stay and watch her husband but she came with me. She got up on the bed and guided my cock into Jackie. She kissed me and stroked my ass as I slid into my wife. I reached down for Joan's pussy and she opened her legs. I slipped two fingers into her and was fucking Joan with my fingers at the same pace I was fucking my wife with my cock. Since Dick and I are so "well matched" we were soon filling Jackie from both ends again and Joan was cuming all over my hand. 

After a brief rest we dressed and went to dinner. Over dinner Jackie was telling us that her experience with both of us was like fucking twins. You did know or care who was in front and who was in the back it was all good. As we continued to eat she surprised us once again when she said she wanted to do something wild tomorrow. We were all excited to hear what it was and she said, "I want to switch partners tomorrow." I guess that would normally be wild but in this case it meant that we would be with our own wife tomorrow which made it even more wild. 

After we ate we went dancing. My "date" with Jackie didn't start until tomorrow so she was still with Dick, but she danced and flirted and flashed both of us, and a few others in the process. She even got Joan into flashing and teasing. We got back up to the room and settled in for the night. Jackie and Dick were going at it fast and hard and Joan and I slowly fucked as we watched, then we all drifted off to sleep. 

I am always the first one up and this week I have enjoyed fucking Joan awake. That's what they always do, Dick will wake up and then wake Joan by fucking her. I was getting to enjoy sliding my morning hardon into Joan's pussy the first thing each morning. I'm sure Dick has been doing the same to Jackie. We were never able to do that in the real world. Jackie and I get up at the same time and have to get ready for work and on the weekends I let her sleep. 

Anyway I was just waking up and ready to slip my cock into Joan when I notice Jackie sitting in the chair. I whispered, "What's wrong?" 

She motioned for me to come there so I slipped out of bed and joined her. She said, "Nothing is wrong I just wanted our day together to start early." 

"How long have you been up?" I asked her. 

"Not long I got up just before you," was her response. She looked around the room and said, "I guess we can't use the bed and I know you were looking forward to that wake-up fuck that Dick and Joan always have so I'm going to give you my best blowjob then we can go get some coffee, ok?." She didn't wait for my answer but just took my cock in her mouth. Even though she had sucked me off yesterday this was different. It was just her and me and it felt good to be in her mouth. Joan's blowjobs were almost the same but Jackie's was just enough different to be great. 

We dressed and went to the coffee shop. Jackie just threw on a simple dress and nothing else but her sandals. We were sitting drinking our coffee and Jackie said, "Boy this has been some two days huh?" 

I said, "You can say that again." 

Then Jackie looked at me and got very serious and said, "You know we have never talked about having sex with anyone else. It is not anything I have ever considered even in my fantasies and is not something I even want to consider. Yet we have been doing just that with another couple for the last two days. The fact that the couple looks just like us may have something to do with it. Remember that first night in the lounge when you were rubbing Joan's thigh by mistake and Dick was rubbing mine?" 

I smiled and said, "Yeah I remember." 

Jackie said, "I was responding to his touch because it felt just like yours." 

I nodded and said, "I know, Joan was reacting just like you would." 

Jackie looked confused and said, "It just doesn't feel like we've been with another couple, it feels like we've been with and extended version of ourselves. Does that make sense?" 

I knew just where she was coming from and said, "Sure it does. I know sometimes you like your sex fast and hard and sometimes slow and gentle and watching you with Dick and being with Joan I felt like I could give you both at once." 

Jackie looked surprised and said, "I did feel it. It was the strangest thing but when Dick was fucking me and you were with Joan I could feel both. Like I was having two orgasms, one building fast with Dick and another one slowly growing with you and Joan. I know when I feel the things you do to me and then look and see you looking at me I feel that you can pleasure me and watch me being pleasured at the same time." 

I took her hand and said, "I enjoy watching us, I mean you. I've learned a lot from watching "us". 

Jackie was stroking my hands and said, "I know it is strange but everything Dick does to me is just like you do. He kisses me like you do. He touches me like you do. He even fucks me like you do. I'd swear that he was not your double but your clone." 

With a smile I asked, "Do you enjoy having two of me?"

Jackie almost jumped out of her seat she was so excited. She said, "Oh, God, Yes. When I asked to have both of you it was a long time fantasy of mine. I never wanted to be with another man and still don't but I had this impossible fantasy of having you in both ends at the same time. I knew it couldn't be done but you did it. When I said I couldn’t tell which of you was where it's true. His cock is just like yours. If he is in my mouth or my pussy it feels just like you being there. Isn't that weird?" 

I just had to ask, "So why did you want to swap today?" 

Jackie shook her head like she was trying to clear it and said, "Well for a couple reasons. My head has been spinning with watching "us" and having two of you and all. I just wanted to be with you and we can watch "us" together. I also want to know if I'll feel the same way seeing Dick watch us as I did when I saw you watching us. I mean you both look the same sometimes I forget which one I'm fucking and which one is watching." 

I got the sly smile and asked, "Have you even considered making love to yourself?"

Jackie got a look of shock on her face and jerked away from me saying, "OH, GO, Don't even go there. My head is spinning already with you fucking the two of me and me fucking the two of you. I have never thought of going down on another woman and if I did the first woman I went down on would not be me, I mean her, I mean, oh hell I don't know what I mean just don't go there." 

I took her hands again and kissed them saying, "Well I think it is about time we get back up stairs and share what we have learned about each other." 

Jackie was a bit shy when she said, "There is just one more thing. Tomorrow I want to go back to the other you. There is just enough difference to make it something wild. It's being you but not you. Do you mind? We are only here a couple more days and we may never see "us" again." 

I squeezed her hand and said, "Not in the lest. I'm sure there is a lot more I can learn from watching "us" and then there is the other you to practice on. Now let's get up stairs." 

We paid the bill and ran for the elevator. On the way up was a repeat of the night with Dick and Jackie. We were kissing hard and I had my hand hard against her pussy. Now if you think walking in on your parents fucking will fuck with your mind try walking in on yourselves fucking, that's a mind fuck let me tell you. When the door swung open there were Dick and Joan fucking like wild on the bed. All four of us froze then Jackie broke the tension when she said, "So that's what we look like." 

Since we had all seen us all fucking we knew what we looked like but it broke the tension. Dick went back to fucking his wife and Jackie and I were naked, on the bed and fucking before he had taken two more strokes. This was not the slow easy fucks that Joan and I have been having but a hard fast life depending on it kind of fuck. 

The day didn't go as I thought it would. It wasn't like getting back with our wives it was more like the newly weds were trying to seduce the older married couple. Jackie was hanging all over me like she did when we first married. She was hot and ready to do anything sexual any moment. During the course of the day Jackie and I fucked a total of 4 times, then there were the 3 blowjobs not to mention all the times I went down on her. I have never seen her this turned on. 

We also found time to watch "us" and made mental notes. She would asked do you like what Joan is doing? Then she would say see how he's doing that let's try that. In a lot of ways it was like watching a video of yourself except this one was interactive. Instead of hitting rewind we just asked, "Would you mind doing that again. Joan and Dick found watching us just as informative and even a few times came over for a closer look. All in all the day was very unusual. The best part of the day was at night when Jackie and I got in bed together. The lights were finally out and it was just the two of us with out anyone watching. Then we made love slowly and lovingly, twice before drifting off to sleep. 


Same Time Next Year



A light fog crept slowly over the ground amid the birch and poplar, and a orange moon bathed the night in candle-warm glow. As he stepped soundlessly through the wood, the fog around him did not stir. It was Samhain, what people called "Halloween" now, or All Hallows Eve, and the best night for feasting. He looked forward to this night every year, for it was the one time he could venture forth among the living and be one of them again. The pallor of his skin and gauntness of his frame would not attract undue attention in so much as many actually admired his appearance, and he could sate his endless hunger without the threat of being outcast once again.

His hair, usually unkempt, was combed back behind his ears and fell in ebon waves to his wide shoulders. At over six feet in height, he was an imposing figure with a handsome hawk-nosed face characterized by sharp cheek bones and feral, topaz eyes.

He'd taken the time to groom himself this night and to don garments in keeping with the archetypes-clichés, really. He'd longed to admire himself in the mirror, but he would have to be satisfied with a cursory glance up and down. The reactions of the people he met this night would suffice as his mirror.

He stepped from the woods into a small clearing. Streetlights ahead marked the walkway that wound its way through the campus. He walked from the shadows into the pale light of the lamps and followed the walkway. Up a small hill he could see a brightly lit three-story building bustling with activity. Throngs of people milled about its entrance, laughing and carousing. Some stood chatting and smoking while others drank from plastic cups and flirted with those around them. All wore outlandish costumes of one kind or another. One fellow wore what appeared to be a meat cleaver impaled in his head. Metal and electronics appeared to protrude from one person's face. Some men had attired themselves as women; others were dressed as various parts of the human anatomy. One coordinating couple had dressed as a large penis and a set of gigantic breasts linked together with the banner "titfuck."

Among the crowd were also hookers and bums, werewolves and strippers, dominatrices and slaves, superheroes and supervillains, and, yes, vampires. It was an orgy of outlandishness.

He smirked as he stepped past the penis-breast pair (or is that a threesome) and tried to make his way into the building. A huge banner above the door proclaimed "Halloween Dance Party! Costume contest!"

The usher at the door looked him up and down, nodded approval and asked his age.

"Six hundred and thirteen, give or take a decade," he replied.

The usher snorted.

"I just need to know if you're of drinking age, dude," he said. "And I'm not in the mood to check IDs, so you either are or you're out."

"I am."

"Let me stamp your hand, then."

The usher held his long fingers and pressed a rubber stamp with a green OK on the back of his hand.

"Dude, you're freezing. Better get inside and get a drink. Cozy up to some of the babes. Nice costume, by the way, I figure you'll actually place somewhere."

He nodded thanks and entered the room. Bodies undulated around him. Strobe lights flashed. The place stank of alcohol and body odor. He scanned the room for an easy first mark to get him started.

One young lady, despite a beautiful face and rather healthy set of bosoms stood by herself next to the refreshment table. She was dressed as German barmaid, he guessed, and her prodigious cleavage was pushed up under her chin by the powder blue cups of a checked dress that ended right at her crotch and could not quite cover the curve of her round buttocks.

He eased his way through the crowd to stand beside her. She glanced at him, raised her eyebrows and gave him a quick smile.

"Don't tell me you're here alone," he said. "I'm sorry," he continued with a short laugh, "that's a really bad come-on, isn't it?"

"Oh, not the worst I've heard, believe me," she replied with a smile that showed straight, white teeth.

Her yellow hair hung in two tightly woven braids on the side of her head. On other women it would be unattractive, but on her it was somehow erotic. He wanted to take her then and there, but he'd long ago learned the subtleties involved.

"Anyway," she continued, "the guy I came with it upstairs getting a blowjob."

He was slightly taken aback at the matter-of-fact declaration, but he tried to conceal the surprise.

"That's what the party's all about, after all," she added.

Rehearsed statements failed him at that point, so he blurted out, "Let's dance."

The timing of the statement was nearly perfect, however, for at that moment the thrashing noise of the previous tune had been replaced by an odd organ mixed that had couples clinging to one another.

"Sure."

He led her to the dance floor, held her close to him and began to move, rhythmically pressing against her. As they moved in slow circles he worked one hand down to her round ass and pulled her tight so her pelvis ground against him as they danced.

"Mmm," she whispered. "I like that."

He cupped and squeezed her buttocks.

"Wow, you're working pretty fast."

He was immediately afraid that he'd overplayed his hand.

"You've obviously been to one of these before," she told him.

He leaned close and nibbled her earlobe, then kissed her neck, flicking his tongue out as he worked his way down to her collar bone and the V of her cleavage.

"Let's find a room," he whispered, caressing her ear with his tongue.

"Okay," she said, "but I have some rules. I'll go down on you, give you handjob, let you fuck my tits, come on me, but if you want penetration, it's going to have to be anal. This is not a good time for me."

"No matter," he replied, gently pulling her from the dance floor.

After they were clear of the gyrating, grinding mob, she led the way to the elevator and punched the button for the third floor.

"What's your name, anyway?" she asked him.

"Alphonse," he replied. "And you?"

She raised an eyebrow at the name.

"I'll call you Al. I'm Amanda."

In the elevator he pulled her close and put his mouth over hers. Their tongues met and probed the other's mouth. He slipped his hands into her panties, squeezed her ass, fingered her anus and rubbed her clit.

He stroked the growing bulge in his pants. She groaned as she squeezed the swell in his pants. He was pleased that she seemed to like what she felt there. It was sheer willpower that enabled him to force his body fluids into the area. He could, in effect, become as large or small as he wanted.

The elevator stopped, and she dragged him to a door down the hall and around the corner. She fumbled with keys momentarily before shoving open the door and pulling him inside and onto the bed.

"It's really really too bad it's the wrong time for me," she said, "because I really want that cock of yours inside me. That's okay, though. A good assfuck will do the trick."

She fumbled with his belt, which was odd design she'd never seen before, and then peeled his pants and undershorts off. 

"Oh, my God, I love your cock!" She exclaimed and began to stroke him. She pressed her lips to the tip of it, kissing it as her lover, then tongued her way up and down the shaft. She took the whole thing into her mouth and sucked hungrily at it.

"Mmm, I love your cock," she repeated and swallowed it.

After lying back and allowing her to indulge herself, he carefully undid the buttons to her ill-fitting dress and pulled it off, freeing the huge breasts. Her nipples were large and dark. Dangling free, the heavy globes brushed his legs and balls as she sucked him.

"Enough," he said.

With surprising ease, he picked her up, tossed her onto her back and then climbed atop her. He cupped the huge mounds and licked and sucked the nipples as hungrily as she'd devoured his cock. While he nibbled and sucked her luscious tits, he let one hand drift down to probe her ass and clit.

When he could wait no longer, he kissed his way down her belly past the furred mound and nibbled and licked her clit.

"Remember what I told you," she gasped.

"Not to worry," he told her and plunged his tongue deep inside her.

She cried out in shock mingled with pleasure. He probed her deeply with his tongue letting is swell and grow.

"Oh, my god," she said. "Ohmigod, ohmigod."

For several minutes he devoured her and then she climaxed, crying aloud with the intense pleasure.

Sated, he finally removed his tongue from her and lay beside her.

She breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling like ocean waves.

"Do you," she asked between gasps, "want to fuck me now?"

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," she said and looked into his eyes, "I want you to fill my pussy and my ass with your huge cock. You know, you look somehow younger than when I first saw you. Maybe that makeup is wiping off."

He smiled.

"Maybe it is."

He mounted her and let his cock swell inside her.

"Yes, yes, yes," she whimpered, "But go slow-that tongue action has left me a little spent in there."

He moved in and out slowly, gently, letting his cock continue to grow until she was moaning deeply in her throat.

Just when she was getting ready to come again, the door burst open.

"Cody!" She exclaimed, clutching at her breasts.

Cody stood transfixed for the briefest of moments.

"I-I'm sorry, Amanda, I didn't know you'd be here. I'll just go ..."

Cody started to back out.

"Do join us, why don't you?" Alphonse said.

Amanda grinned.

"Yes, Cody, come back in. Three's company."

With a smirk and a shrug, Cody pulled the door to and removed his clothes. Amanda rolled on top and presented her ass to him. I've got another hole to fill if you're game.

Cody squatted behind her and licked her ass until it was good and wet and then slid his cock inside. Amanda began gyrating and rocking as Cody's balls brushed against Alphonse's cock.

After a moment, Amanda said, "Okay, time to switch."

Cody disengaged and Amanda rolled over with her back to Alphonse's chest. She spread he cheeks wide so Alphonse could enter her. Cody rubbed his cock against her slit then crawled onto the bed and rubbed the head against her nipples, spreading his cream all over them. Then he pressed it to her mouth and let her suck him. He began to fuck her mouth faster and faster. He pulled out and Alphonse began kissing Amanda and probing her mouth with his tongue. He and Amanda then began licking Cody's cock.

"I want to see you suck him," Amanda said.

Alphonse began sucking Cody's cock with relish.

Amanda moaned and fingered herself.

"Fuck me, Cody!" She exclaimed.

Cody slowly withdrew from Alphonse's mouth and drove his cock into Amanda's snatch again. She bucked against them both as Cody hammered into her. Alphonse fondled her breasts from behind with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. She climaxed again, crying aloud, then whimpered and fell limp.

Cody pulled his still stiff member from her pussy and straddled Alphonse so he could finish the job with his mouth. Alphonse swallowed the cock and stroked him until Cody emptied his load into his mouth. Alphonse swallowed and then milked Cody until he was dry, licking the last drops from the tip of his cock. Both Cody and Amanda lay spent on the bed.

Alphonse quietly stood and dressed himself.

When he was finished tidying himself, he bid farewell to Cody and Amanda.

Before he left, he asked, "Is Cody the friend you were waiting for downstairs?"

Amanda laughed.

"Oh, no," she replied. "Cody's my brother."

Alphonse nodded and headed out the door.

"Wait," Amanda said. "Will I ever see you again? I think I might need that big cock of yours."

Alphonse smiled.

"Same time next year."



Same Time Next Year



There is very little sex in this story. I do want to thank my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for making my story a much better read.

*

A while back a couple of friends of ours stopped by to visit. We've known Bob and Maria for most of our married lives. Maria worked with my wife, Trina at a large well-known travel agency. The company has offices in a number of states. Bob is a supervisor in a manufacturing plant. I'm an electrician and work in one of the local factories. I've worked there since I came home from the service around eight years ago.

The four of us were watching an old movie titled, "Same Time, Next Year" which was about a man and woman who were lovers for many years. They were both married, but not to each other. They still loved each other and agreed to meet and be lovers every year around the same time for a week. The rest of the year they would live their normal lives with their respective spouses and families.

Our wives were crying at the end of one of the affairs when the couple had to depart and go home to their families.

"What a crock of shit," I said. "They're both cheating on their families and you two think it's so sad. They ought to be found in the arms of their lovers and shot," was my response.

"Andy, how can you say such a thing? They were true lovers and only met the one time each year?" replied Maria.

I spoke up, "So you two are saying that it's alright for me to go and have sex with my old girlfriend once a year as long as Trina doesn't find out."

Trina was pissed. "You bastard, this isn't about you and your old slut girlfriend, Melissa. This is about people really in love. I doubt you could ever understand that."

Bob saw tempers were getting out of hand. "Time out here. It's just a damn movie. I don't think we should all be sitting here arguing over a stupid movie."

"Bob," I asked. "If that woman was your wife, would you say it was okay to have an affair once a year? If I found Trina doing that, I'd kick her ass out. Also Trina, you had no right to bring Melissa into it, just because she was my girlfriend before I met you. Hell, I didn't say anything about you and your old flame, Zack."

"Look, this is getting out of hand. Let's just drop the conversation about the movie," said Maria.

"No," I said. "I want to know Bob's answer. What would you do, Bob, if Maria wanted to do the same thing as the woman in the movie?"

"Listen, Andy, Maria wouldn't do such a thing. I'm not going to answer a question on any damn assumption. Maria is too nice a person to ever do that to our marriage," replied Bob.

I happened to glance over at the girls and for just an instant, something flashed between them. I couldn't say at the time what it was, but it sent a chill down my spine.

Maria got up and went and sat on her husband's lap and kissed him. I guess everything was well and good in their happy minds. As for Trina, she didn't smile at me. She got up and offered everyone another beverage.

I turned off the movie and the four of us went into the kitchen and played cards. It was always the men against the women. I have to admit that chill made me think. In the following days, I did a lot of thinking.

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When I graduated from high school, I enlisted in the Army. I signed up for three years with two of them being overseas. I went to our senior prom with my girlfriend, Melissa. I really believed I loved her. She was my first love and the first woman I ever made love to. I always thought we were a great couple and would be together forever. I guess I was just too naive at the time. The last time we made love was a week before I was supposed to leave for the service.

She never saw me off because she had another prom to go to. Her parents told her she could go to the prom with me as long as she went to another prom or rather a dance with Eric. He was a geek sort of guy and was in college. There was some kind of shindig going on and Eric asked Melissa to go with him to it. Melissa made the mistake of mentioning it to her mother. Don't get me wrong here; I didn't have anything against Eric except him wanting to date my girl. Unfortunately his mother and Melissa's mother worked together and tried to get the two of them to start dating. It hurt me to know that Melissa would be dating Eric but she said her mom said she had to go but she promised me she wouldn't even kiss him.

I was overseas for about four months when I received a letter from my sister telling me that Melissa was pregnant. I couldn't believe it. Melissa had been writing me since I left for basic training. Why didn't she ever mention it to me? Surely she knew, especially if my sis Jen knew. The only answer was Eric got her pregnant. I was pissed. I wrote her a letter calling her every dirty word I could think of. Here I was fighting in a war and my girlfriend, soon to be ex-girlfriend was home fucking around behind my back and didn't even have the decency to tell me she had gotten pregnant. 

I never wrote her again after sending that letter. I told her to not waste her time writing to me either, because it was over between us and I would throw her letters in the trash without even reading them. I told her that I hoped her and her bastard child and Eric had a good life together. I did receive a letter from her but ripped it up and threw it in the trash. I didn't hear from her again while I was overseas. My sister did tell me that Mel and Eric were married just before the baby was born. They lived in Eric's parents' house and Eric took night classes at college to complete his degree.

After hearing about the pregnancy, I became a hero. I wasn't brave; I was stupid. I didn't care whether I got killed or not. I was out there like some super hero saving lives of many of the homeless children running around. I didn't care about myself anymore. I figured I would go home in a body bag. I didn't care; I was just one stupid GI who figured his life was over.

I couldn't believe it when my tour of duty was up. I wasn't only alive but received a number of commendations for valor. When I got home the town threw me a celebration in my honor. I saw a lot of friends and old school mates. They all greeted me with handshakes and smiles. I was wondering if a certain woman would show up. I saw her back in the crowd with her baby carriage and husband. She turned around and left without even talking to me. I really didn't expect her to because of the letter I wrote calling her a slut and a bitch. It's funny how our emotions take over when we get mad. I was now sad after seeing her but still hated what she did to us.

At the celebration there was a lot of dancing. I saw an old classmate sitting there and asked her to dance. It was Trina, one of the best looking girls in our class. She had been a little out of my league at the time and dated an athlete at the school. He was supposedly every woman's wet dream. At least that was the school rumor. He was Zack Carter, all-state football quarterback and most likely to succeed. I heard he went off to college after graduation.

Trina went to the local junior college and got a degree in business and worked for a big travel agency. Last I had heard Zack was living in another state. I guess he broke it off with Trina and was dating some woman who came from money and married her.

As we were dancing, we both talked about old times. It wasn't long before we realized we were both dumped by our previous lovers and we got along pretty good and started dating. I have to say that we were both coming off a rebound in our love life. After going out for six months we were married.

I know it was stupid but when people are dumped on, they have a tendency to act differently. I got a job at one of the local factories and took classes to become an electrician.

Trina and I actually got along pretty good. I think we found we respected each other and we enjoyed a lot of the same things. I could say we loved each other and in a way we did. The sex we had was great. She wasn't afraid to try most anything. I was a little worried where she learned a lot of this stuff. One day I asked her and she laughed and pulled out a bunch of women's magazines that listed a lot of the things we tried.

Our true-to-life feelings were probably a lot more like than love but it was a better relationship than a lot of people we knew had. Life was pleasant and we went out with different friends. One day when we were out with Bob and Maria, Trina asked me if I wanted to go to a convention that her travel agency was putting on.

"Andy, every two years our travel agency has a convention in a different state where we have offices. Last time it was here in Ohio, this time it's in Florida. It's usually the first or second week of May. We are welcome to bring our spouses even though it's nothing but meetings and they show us the latest travel destinations and things like that. Would you like to go?" Trina asked.

"Honey, I don't want to use a week's vacation in May to go to meetings. Are any of your other office people going that you can go with?"

"I'm going," said Maria. "Bob can't get off and wouldn't care much for it anyway. Usually Trina, Barb - another girl from the office - and me go together."

"Sounds good to me. It will give me a week to get hot and horny for you till you get back," I replied.

Trina kind of smiled and she and Maria left for the women's room. I never did understand why women can't go to the restroom by themselves. After they left, Bob and I talked about how lucky we were to not have to go to such a boring seminar.

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When Trina came home from the seminar we made love, had sex, or fucked like minks, whatever you want to call it. It was some of the best sex we had since we got married. Anyway, Trina got pregnant. I was one happy father. My little girl was born just in time for Valentines Day. I couldn't have received a better Valentine's Day present. We were now a family and things really seemed to change for the better.

Trina took a leave of absence for three months after the baby was born. My sister, Jen, offered to baby-sit for us which worked out perfectly. Little Renee was my pride and joy. After getting off work, I liked nothing better than to hold my little girl and watch her play.

About the only thing that seemed to mess up my little world was when Trina and I had an argument. For some reason she always threw Melissa up at me. Of course I'd counter it with throwing Zack at her. It was really stupid to argue over two people who weren't part of our lives anymore, but when we get mad, we have a tendency to bring up the past. 

One day when I got home before Trina, I asked Jen if she ever saw Melissa.

"I see her in the grocery store once in a while. She has the sweetest little girl she named Andrea. I know you don't want me to talk about her but she loves her daughter although she doesn't seem happy. I don't know why," spoke Jen.

"Well, the next time you see her, tell her I have a daughter too."

"That's rude, Andy. I'll say no such thing." A few minutes later Trina came in so we knew we better change the subject.

For some reason I can't just forget about Melissa. Maybe it was because deep in my heart I still cared for her. Maybe because she was my first love. I wonder if other people feel that way about their first love. Do we ever get over them? Did Trina ever get over Zack? There is always something to think about when it comes to first loves.

Time was flying by and it was time for Trina to go to another one of her seminars. I really and truly didn't want to go and neither did Bob. Besides I had a little two year old girl to take care of, at least that's how I explained it to Trina. She and Maria went with their other girlfriend. When she got home we had great sex again. I was thinking of telling her to go more often. Every time she came home the sex was always the best. Again, about two months later she found out she was pregnant. Seven months later our second daughter was brought into the world. We named her Ashley. Valentine's Day was beginning to be a pretty good day around our house.

Life went on and we did our normal living and arguing. Funny but the longer we were married the less we seemed to have in common. I often wondered if we would be divorced if it wasn't for my two sweet daughters, Renee and Ashley.

I finally got my journeyman card as an electrician. It meant more time working but also more money. My free time was usually spent with the girls. I realized that in no time they would be grown up. I wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. Trina and I got along but it really didn't seem like love. I know I keep saying that but it just seemed like we were going through the motions. It appeared like most of my friends had the same kind of marriages. We all seemed to put on a good front but behind closed doors we were more like two strangers living in the same house. I tried a number of times to kid and joke with Trina but it usually ended up with some type of argument.

When she was planning her next seminar I told her I would go with her. I thought it might strengthen our marriage if I showed more interest in her job. At first she seemed agitated that I was going but a couple of days later she lightened up some. 

A few days after that, Bob called me and asked if I wanted to go up to Canada and go fishing with him while the girls were at their seminar. I tried to explain to him that I had told Trina that I would go with her.

"Believe me, Bob, I would much rather go fishing than to a travel seminar."

"Just tell Trina. I'm sure she would understand. I already have the lodge reserved or I would change the date. I go fishing every time Maria goes to the seminar. One of the fellows couldn't make it this year and we have an opening. It was Maria that suggested I ask you. Please, at least mention it to Trina," replied Bob.

I was sitting on the floor playing with the girls when Trina got home. The first thing she did was bring up the fishing trip; I think Maria mentioned it to her.

"Andy," she said. "I know about the fishing trip to Canada. I think you should go."

"Really, Trina? I promised you I would go to the seminar with you."

"Look, Andy, it's the first vacation you've had since you finished your classes and became an electrician. You earned it and I'm not taking it away from you and have you sit in a bunch of meetings. Call Bob, and tell him to save you a place in the car." She was smiling at me.

I couldn't believe how nice she was being. I told her I would be back in time for our usual sexcapade when she got back from her trip. I quickly got up and called Bob. I also got laid that night by Trina. Maybe, just maybe she was changing. 

The fishing trip was great. It was just what I needed to get away and relax for the best part of a week. My sister watched the kids while we were both gone. I asked her to keep them an extra night so Trina and I could have our sexual romp. Jen just laughed and said she would see me the next day.

I had Trina on the bed making love - well, more like having torrid sex - with her within minutes of her coming in the door. I remember telling her we were going to try for a boy that night. I don't remember how many times we did it that night but it did result in our third pregnancy. Andrew Jr. was born the following February. All three of our kids were born in February within one day of one another. As soon as Andy Jr. was born I had a vasectomy. 

I figured we had two daughters and a son, l told Trina that three kids were enough and I wasn't going to use condoms. She didn't seem either happy or sad about it. Of course why should she? Surely she figured three kids were enough also.

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About a year after the birth of Andy, Jen told me that Melissa wanted to talk to me privately.

"What about, Jen? What could she possibly want after all these years?"

"I don't know. She's filed for divorce from Eric, but I don't know if that's what it's all about or not. She seems scared; I think she needs to talk to you."

"You do realize that Trina is going to get really pissed if I talk to Melissa? She never did like her. I guess I built her up too much years ago. I know I'd be pissed if I found Trina talking to Zack. Hell, I don't even know where he lives."

"Look, Andy, the last thing I want is to interfere in your marriage. Maybe you can call her from my house or even meet her there one time. We're not talking about sex here, just talk. I always liked her and I know she wouldn't ask to talk to you if it wasn't really important."

I did go to see Melissa the next day at Jen's house. I felt like I was doing something wrong just going there. One part of me kept telling me to go home and the other part wanted to see Mel again. Now I was struggling in my own mind whether I was doing the right thing. I pulled up in front of Jen's house and sat there for a minute, trying to get my thoughts together and wondering what I would say. I felt like a nervous kid as I got out of my car and went to the door. I rang the doorbell; any other time I would have walked right in but today was different.

Jen came to the door and asked me why I rang the doorbell. I didn't have an answer for her as I walked in. The tension could have been cut with a knife as I looked up and saw Melissa as beautiful as I remembered, standing in Jen's kitchen. She started crying and brought her hands up to her face. I was at a loss at what I should do. I never expected to find her crying. I went to her and held her hands as I saw the tears streaming down her face.

She spoke first. "I'm so sorry, Andy, I'm so sorry," she kept repeating herself over and over again. She was shaking as I put my arms around her to help calm her down. I had no idea why she was acting like this but it was getting to me.

Ten years ago I would have been glad to see her cry after what she did to me but now it was different. Maybe times did help heal old wounds. I was holding her in my arms and smelled the scent of the Melissa I remembered.

"It's okay, Mel, that was ten years ago. We both have gone on with our lives," I said.

"No, you don't understand. I promised Eric I would never see you again, that was our agreement, but I had to break it. I had to break it for Andrea my little girl," replied Mel. 

"You're right, Mel, I don't understand. What are you trying to tell me?"

Mel had calmed down some and Jen brought her a cup of tea. The three of us were sitting at the table when Jen offered to go in another room and leave Mel and me alone.

"No, please stay, Jen. I think you need to hear this too. Andrea, my little girl, has a bad case of jaundice because of liver failure. She has to undergo a liver transplant if they can find a matching donor. The doctor said that family members are the best match and adults only have to give a part of their liver. Over time it will grow back. My problem is that I don't match up and we don't have any other family members who do." 

"What about Eric?" asked Jen. "Has he been tested? What about members of his family?"

Mel looked at me and said, "Eric isn't Andrea's father. You are, Andy." She started crying again.

I was shocked. I had so many questions and wasn't sure where to start. "What?" I asked. "Why didn't you ever tell me that she was my child? My God, Mel, I can't believe you would hide such a thing."

"When you found out I was pregnant, you never gave me a chance to explain. You wrote me and called me a bitch and a slut among other things. You told me you never wanted to see me again. I wrote you a letter anyway explaining everything but you never wrote me back."

"Oh, God, I was mad when I received that letter and threw it away. I can't believe I was so stupid. I've been mad at you all these years. Why did you marry Eric? Does he know that Andrea may not be his child?"




Same Time Next Year



Mel smiled lightly, "You're so crazy. That's one of the things I always loved about you. Of course Eric knew Andrea wasn't his child. We never had sex until after we were married. I told him that you were the father and didn't want any more to do with me. It's what you told me.

"Eric really cared for me. He really is a wonderful man but he also has pride. He agreed to marry me as long as I told everyone that he was my child's father. I honestly didn't know what else to do. You wanted no more to do with me and I was an eighteen year old girl. Eric and I got married but I had to promise never to see you again and to let everyone believe that Eric was Andrea's father.

"I still loved you and Eric knew it. He is a good man and we did get along fine until a couple of months ago when Andrea was diagnosed with the liver problem. You are her last hope. I had to choose whether to tell you or not. Of course Eric said if I told you that Andrea was your child that we could no longer stay married since his family and friends would know the truth. I didn't have a choice. My child's life is at stake and she comes first in my life. Will you get tested to see if you could be a possible donor?"

I could see tears of hope in her eyes. This wasn't a small decision. My marriage was most likely on the line also. I don't know how Trina would react to it, me giving part of my liver to Mel's child. I knew I had to do what was right, regardless of the circumstances and outcome.

"Mel, of course I'll get tested to save Andrea's life. Tell the doctor to set me up with an appointment and I'll be there."

All three of us had tears in our eyes. Mel came to me and gave me a hug. She whispered in my ear, "I love you so much, always have and always will."

Mel immediately got on the phone and called the hospital to set me up with an appointment to be tested. My appointment was set up for Monday. I figured it would give me a day or so to break the news to Trina. I guess I was really between a rock and a hard place. I believed Mel when she said Andrea was my daughter. When I get tested, I would know for sure and she had nothing to gain and a lot to lose by lying to me.

I hugged both Jen and Mel and headed for home a very confused man. Finding out that Andrea was my daughter threw me into a turmoil. I had a child who was ten years old and I've never even seen her. The woman I had always loved was back into my life. I had a wife at home who despised my old girlfriend and I had three more children at home. If I wasn't so young, I'd probably have a heart attack.

I was playing with the kids when Trina got home. It was hard to tell what kind of mood she was in because it changed so often. I decided to wait a while before talking with her. I knew she was going to blow a head gasket and I didn't want the kids to see it happen. They saw their mother and me argue too many times already.

On Sunday I took the kids over to see my mother. I told Trina I would be back in a few minutes, that I had something to discuss with her. When I got back she lit into me.

"What's so damn important that we can't talk in front of the kids?" asked Trina.

"I talked to Melissa yesterday and you and I have something to discuss." Trina interrupted me.

"What? You went and saw her. What for? She's not getting enough at home and wanted you to lend a hand?"

"That's enough, Trina. This is really serious and I need to talk to you about it. Mel's daughter is jaundiced and needs a liver transplant or she'll die."

"What does that have to do with us? I feel sorry about the girl but there's nothing we can do. Why did she need to tell you about it?"

Trina seemed a little more concerned but I knew she was wondering why Mel called me.

"Mel said that the girl needs part of an adult liver to survive and a family member has the closest chance for a match."

"Don't tell me she says you're the baby's father. Do you believe her?"

"Yes, she called to tell me that I was the little girl's father. Honest, Trina, I never knew. The girl needs a transplant and I'm going to see if I can help her. I have an appointment to see if I'm a match tomorrow."

"What about our family? Have you thought about them? What if something goes wrong or the fact that you will need time to recover yourself? Have you given any thought to us?" Trina looked more mad than concerned. She had a right to be mad. This was just thrust upon us but the fact remains that Andrea needs help to survive.

"Listen, knowing that I can possibly save a little girl's life and also the fact that she could well be my daughter gives me no options. I have to do it no matter what you say."

"You bastard, you put your girlfriend and her daughter ahead of your own family. You're a poor excuse for a man and a father."

"I'll pretend that you said that from your anger. If our kids needed the transplant, I'd be there for them and you know it. I'll know from the tests tomorrow if Mel's little girl is my daughter, and if she is, I'm going to do everything I can to help save her. I'm also going to be in her life whether you like it or not. I just hope you can stop your hatred and try to understand."

"For the record, Andrew! I'm against it. You may love her but she's not related to me and I don't care what happens to her. I have my own kids to worry about and if she lives, I don't want you bringing her into my house."

"You're one nasty bitch. I can't believe what I ever saw in you. I'm going to help this little girl if I possibly can. We'll see what happens after that."

"Is it the little girl you're worried about or her mother? You never did get over her, did you? You're pitiful, Andrew, really pitiful. Go fuck your old girlfriend and give your liver to her daughter. Maybe she'll take you back after I kick your ass out. I'll be watching you and gathering evidence. Better watch your step." 

I picked up the kids and brought them home. Trina came in later and hardly talked to me. I knew life was going to be hell from here on out.------------------------- 

I got tested and was told to wait around for an hour while they ran their tests. I went in the room to see Andrea. Mel was sitting there talking to her little girl. Andrea was so pretty. She did look a lot like her mother. She was ten but she was tiny due to the liver problem. She didn't look any older than my daughter Renee who was six. I walked up to the bed and it kind of startled Mel. She quickly turned and saw me standing there. She had the prettiest smile on her face.

"Thanks for coming," she said.

I looked over at Andrea. "Are you my Guardian Angel?" she asked me. "Mommy said my Guardian Angel would be here today to help me get what I needed. Are you him?"

I smiled at her. "I'm not exactly an angel but I am here hoping I can give you what you need. I'll know in just a few minutes."

"You're Andy, aren't you? Mommy said I was named after you. Did you know that? I should tell you that mommy and I talk all the time. Me and her have secrets. When I get better I'll share them with you. Mom said I could. I might look young because of this disease but I'm ten and pretty smart. Do you have other kids?"

The way she said that made me wonder. Did she know the truth about me? She did say other kids, didn't she? She talked like she was so smart but her body looked so fragile. God, I hope I was the perfect match for her.

"Yes, sweetheart, I have three kids all younger than you at home. After you get well I'll bring them to see you."

"That would be nice. I like kids. I don't have any brothers or sisters to play with so maybe I could borrow yours," she smiled.

I could tell she was feeling weak and she had these tubes coming out of her.

"Honey, close your eyes and rest a little bit. You need to build up your strength. I'll keep Andy company," spoke Mel.

"I bet you will, Mommy," said Andrea as she smiled and dozed off to sleep.

"Does she really know who I am, Mel? How much does she actually know?" I asked.

Mel smiled. It was so nice to see. "Andrea and I have secrets, just like she told you. She will tell you what they are when she gets better. Until then, you'll just have to guess."

Mel accompanied me back to the lab. We were asked to wait in the doctor's office; he wanted to talk to us.

"Mr. Connors, you are a very good match for Andrea. A perfect match would be that of a child but we can take a portion of your liver and implant it into the girl."

"Doctor, she's my daughter. I know that now. I would like for you to refer to her as my daughter."

The doctor smiled. "Well, Mr. Connors, your daughter will have a chance at a full recovery. It might take a couple of months for her body to completely accept the implant but she is young and should heal fast."

"What about me, Doc? What will I be going through?"

"You will be put under while we removed a portion of your liver. When you wake up you'll feel like you had just been run over by a truck. If all goes well you will need bed rest for a month and won't be able to return to work for at least six weeks. Over the next year, your body will heal itself."

"You're not kidding are you, Doc?"

"No, you wanted the truth and I believe in telling it to you. Your daughter is very lucky to have you in her life. I honestly don't think she could have made it another month. Now, for the bad news."

"Bad news? Are you telling me that you just told me the good news?"

The doctor laughed. "Yes, that was the good news. The bad news is we need to operate as soon as possible. I was hoping you could come back tomorrow morning for the operation."

"Tomorrow! Doc, can we start say Wednesday. I'll have to go by work tomorrow and get a sick leave. I'll need for you to give me whatever documents I need. Especially if I'll be off work for a period of time."

"Agreed, Wednesday it is. I'll have my secretary give you the documents you'll need. Till Wednesday, Mr. Connors."

"Just call me Andy, Doc. It looks like we will be seeing a lot of each other."

Mel grabbed on to my arm as we walked back to Andrea's room. She had tears in her eyes, but they were tears of joy.

"I don't know what to say, Andy. You're putting your life on hold for a few months for my daughter."

"I'm doing it for my daughter too. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't help her. About you and me Mel, I don't know what's going to happen. I am married and I would never cheat on my wife. I have always loved you too, but we do each have our own life now. No matter what ever else happens, I want to stay friends with you and want Andrea to be part of my life."

I leaned over the bed and kissed little Andrea on the forehead. "Sleep tight, my beautiful daughter. Daddy loves you." Tears welled up in my eyes as I left the hospital.

After leaving the hospital I went by my work to let my boss know what was happening. He said he was surprised; he didn't know any of my kids were sick. I didn't try and explain it to him but thanked him for helping me get my paper work and insurance in order. He told me my job would be there for me when the doctor says I can return.

When I got home Trina was waiting for me. "So is it your kid?"

"Yes, Andrea's my daughter. The surgery is Wednesday. I've already taken care of the insurance and talked with work. I'll be off at least six weeks but I will be collecting sick pay."

"So you're really going to go through with it. What about your kids? Are you going to tell them about your other kid?"

"Our kids are two, four and six. If I told them I could save another child's life, they would be smart enough to tell me I was doing the right thing. They know that I'll always be here for them. I will talk to them tonight so they know why they won't be seeing me for awhile. Jen said she would help you any way she could till I come home."

"Oh, yeah, your great sister Jen will be there. You know, sometimes she can be a pain in...."

"Don't say it. Don't be so stupid to talk bad about my sister too. She's like a second mother to our kids and you know it. If you don't want her help then just call her up and tell her what a pain in your ass she is. I'm sure she will leave you alone."

Trina shut up and went in the other room. I called the two girls in to talk to them. Andy Jr. came along but he would have no idea what we were talking about. I told the kids that they had an older sister by a different mother and that she was very sick. I did my best to explain to them what was happening. The girls were almost crying.

"Save her, Daddy. You got to help her if you can," replied Renee.

"I will, Honey. I won't be home for a few days till I get to feeling better. I'll call you and talk to you every day till I come back home. After your sister gets better, I'll take you to see her. Aunt Jen will help take care of you while I'm gone. I want you to be good for her and mommy, okay?"

"We'll be good, Daddy, we promise."

On Wednesday, I headed for the hospital. I took a minute to go see Andrea before reporting in. She was nervous but was smiling. "Hi, Andy, glad you could make it. I couldn't do this without you."

I think she had a little of my personality in her. She was a sweet caring little girl. I'd only known her for a couple of days but was so proud of her. I turned around and there stood Mel, a nervous wreck.

"Everything will be fine, Mel. Andrea is ready and so am I."

She leaned forward and kissed me. I mean a real loving kiss.

"Thank you, Andy. I'll never forget what you are doing for our daughter."

I looked back over to Andrea and I know she heard what her mother had just said. She just smiled at me as to say, "Thank you, Daddy."

I reported to my room and got prepared for the surgery.

When I awoke after the surgery, I remember the doctor telling me how I would feel. He didn't lie; I felt terrible. A nurse came in and smiled at me and ran her little tests. I told her how I felt and she upped the pain medication. I looked around the room and no-one was there. I knew Mel would be with her daughter but I was hoping Trina would have a change of heart and come and see me.

I slept and when I woke up I heard voices. My sister Jen and Mel were talking. 

"Hi, little brother. How are you feeling? You look like shit," she laughed.

We always teased each other. She was as good a sister as anyone could possibly have. She was married but didn't have any kids. I don't know why; it was just something we didn't talk about.

"Jen, please don't make me laugh. It hurts like hell. How did it go? Is Andrea going to be okay?"

Mel spoke, "It's too early to really tell but the doctor is really optimistic. He said the surgery went well and now we just have to pray that her body accepts the liver."

"It will accept my liver. I don't give my body parts to just anyone," I started to laugh. "Oh, that hurt. I can't even laugh without the pain."

"Andy, I'm forever indebted to you for what you did. You saved my daughter's life."

"Our daughter's life. She's still my daughter even if we aren't married. I'll expect to see her on a regular basis. In fact my kids can't wait to meet their older sister."

"What about Trina? You know I tried to talk to her a few times throughout the years but she would always walk away from me. I just wanted to be friends but she said, "No way." I wish we could all be friends but it doesn't look like it's going to happen. I sure hope Andrea gets to be close with your other kids."

"Trina has never told me she spoke to you, never! As far as Andrea goes, I will bring my kids to see her. In fact they told me they couldn't wait to see her and they also told me to make her well. I promised them I would."

The three of us talked for a while and the doctor came in to see me. Jen and Mel both said they would see me later. I talked with the doctor and he updated me on both my health and Andrea's.

Even though I felt like shit, I called my house to talk to the kids. Trina answered the phone and asked me how I was doing.

"Fine, I guess, I just called to say hi to the kids." I really didn't want to do a lot of talking right now, especially to Trina.

"Well, I'll probably stop and see you after work tomorrow. It was just too busy to get away today," remarked Trina.

She handed the phone to the kids and they were each on an extension talking a mile a minute. I told them I would talk to them the next day but just wanted to let them know I was doing okay and missed them."

"How's the girl, Daddy? Is she better?" asked Renee.

"As far as I know she's doing better. I have to rest now, girls, so kiss Andy for me and I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you all so much and miss you."

"We love you too, Daddy, bye."

Trina did come to see me the next day. She asked how I was and how Andrea was doing. She really didn't seem concerned; it was like she asked me more because she thought she should. She spent most of her time telling me about a special meeting she might have to attend in Chicago. It was a month or so away so I would be out of the hospital by then and could watch the kids. She said my sister Jen was with our kids now so she could come and see me. Her visit left me wondering if she wanted to stay married to me. I had nothing to pin it on but it felt like she was hiding something. It wasn't like I had a sixth sense, just a feeling. She kissed me lightly on the lips and said she would be back again in a couple of days, then got up and left.

A little while later Mel came to see me and the aura of the room seemed to change. I knew then that I had married the wrong woman, but it was too late. I made my bed and now I would do my best to make my marriage work for the sake of my kids. There's nothing I wouldn't do for them including living in a near loveless marriage. I did call my kids each night and talked to them like I had promised. It was so good to hear them arguing about who should talk to me. Even little Andy got his turn on the phone. At least his first words were Dada. 

The next few days were rather uneventful. Trina did stop by and so did my sister, Jen. Of course Mel stopped by all the time. She was darn near living at the hospital between seeing Andrea and me. I knew when I left the hospital I would miss seeing her but I had to try and make my marriage work.

A couple of more days had passed and I got a few visitors from work plus of course my mom came to see me. She said she was there when I was taken out of recovery but I was out like a light. My mom had been there every day since the operation. She never said much about it except she did visit Andrea and said I did the right thing. I knew from the look on her face that she accepted Andrea as her granddaughter also. She didn't have to tell me; it was the way grandma's talk about the grandchildren.

I asked Mel about Eric and her soon to be divorce.

"He's moving to California. You know he's always been sort of a geek, but a good geek. He's a wonderful person and I will miss him. We agreed to remain friends. He's big into computers and said he found a job in Silicon Valley. He'll make a good husband to the right woman someday. It's just not me."

"What exactly do you do for a living, Mel? How do you expect to survive?"

"As I mentioned, Eric is a computer whiz. He set me up with a computer. I have a home based business doing billing for a couple of medical facilities. I make my own hours as long as the work gets done on time. Eric and I have drawn up an agreement where he is leaving me the house and furnishings. Of course I'll still have the payments. We each have our own car so there is no problem there. We split our savings after paying off our credit cards. There won't be any support. It wouldn't be right for him to pay for a child that wasn't his if we're not married." She had watery eyes; it was out of respect for Eric. 

Later that evening I received a visit from Eric. I was totally surprised; I wasn't sure what to say. I hope he didn't want to fight because he would be a sure winner.




Same Time Next Year



"Andy, I just stopped in to say thanks."

"Thanks? I don't understand."

"You saved Andrea's life. You'll find that she's the sweetest little girl and I'm going to miss her. I'm leaving for California tomorrow. I just talked to the doctors and Andrea's body seems to have accepted your liver. She's starting to get her color back."

"Eric, maybe you and Mel can work it out. I know she has respect for you."

"Andy, let's not kid each other. If she loved me like she does you, I'd gladly stay married to her. I've played second fiddle for nearly ten years hoping she would get over you but she never did and probably never will. We've had a good marriage but I want my wife to love me, not just respect me. Can you understand that? We don't argue and we do things together but her heart belongs to you. I can no longer live like this, especially since everyone will know that Andrea is not my daughter by blood. So, take care of my family. Don't worry about me. Computers are my first love and I'll be in Silicon Valley. Thanks again, old timer, for giving Andrea another chance at life."

"You really are a good person. Eric, I'm so sorry. I really don't know what to say. What about Andrea? I know she'll miss you. You're the only father she's known."

"I should tell you that my relationship with Mel was of respect. We decided from the beginning that my name not be on the birth certificate. Under the title father, she had your name put in and said you were overseas so they didn't need your signature. I know that Mel and Andrea have talked and have their own secrets. My guess is she knows about you and Mel. I'm sure she will miss me some as I know I will miss her. It's the reason she will need you in her life. She will need a father image in her life. Why should it not be her real father? Again, thank you and take care of them. They will both need you."

Before I could say anything, Eric tuned around and walked out the door. I was lying there thinking how complicated my life has become. At home I had a wife and a so-so marriage with three wonderful kids. On the other side was an ex-girlfriend and daughter to whom I had just donated a kidney. Geez, not a very good situation to be in, I thought.

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It wasn't long before I was able to go home. I wasn't allowed to lift anything over five pounds. My girls understood but Andy didn't know any better and wanted to be held. At least he settled for climbing up next to me and sitting on the bed or couch. My girls were like two little mommies waiting on me hand and foot.

Trina went to work every day and when she got home we were pleasant to each other. Jen stopped by for a couple of hours each day to see if I needed anything. She was a great help to me. I also talked to my mom every day to keep her updated on my condition. She took my three kids every couple of days so I could get some needed rest. I was healing well but didn't want to overdo it.

I didn't call Mel directly for the first week I was home. Jen would stop at the hospital or call Mel to see how Andrea was doing. She was to be in the hospital for an extra week. The doctor was surprised on how well she was doing. Her color had come back and she was gaining weight. He was extremely optimistic about her condition.

After Andrea was sent home to recover, my girls wanted to go meet her. I was still not allowed to drive so we all got in the van and Jen drove us to Mel's place. I wasn't sure about going there but with Jen and the kids I figured there shouldn't be a big problem.

Mel's house was nice. Well furnished and clean. I told the kids that Andrea was a sick little girl so they had to be quiet. Mel smiled when she saw my kids. She introduced herself and told them they could call her Mel. She took the two girls into Andrea's bedroom and introduced them to a smiling Andrea. I was surprised when I saw her. She was no longer jaundiced, the yellowish color due to liver problems, but had a beautiful clear complexion.

"Hi," said Andrea, "I'm your big sister. Well, older sister anyway," she smiled when she saw that Renee was almost as tall as she was. 

"Don't I have a little brother too? Where's he at?" asked Andrea.

Jen came into the room holding little Andy. "Were you looking for this little guy?" replied Jen.

I couldn't believe what Andrea said next. I know I'll never forget it. The things that come out of the mouth of kids.

"Hi, my cute little brother from a different mother. I'm your big and older sister, Andrea."

Andy smiled and Jen seated him on the bed and he crawled up and sat next to his new big sister. I had tears in my eyes, I couldn't help it, but I wasn't alone when I looked over and saw Mel and Jen also smiling.

I knew now that Andrea had been told that I was her birth father. We spent the next couple of hours and let the kids enjoy their time together. The kids were sad when we told them that it was time for us to leave and that Andrea needed her rest. The girls said they weren't going to leave unless I promised they could come back again. Of course I told them they'd see a lot of each other. As we left I knew there was going to be hell to pay that night when I told Trina that we went to Mel's.

Trina no sooner got in the door when the girls told her they met their big sister today. At least Trina had the good sense not to start her screaming at me until the kids were off to bed. I was called every name in the book. I tried to explain that nothing happened and Jen was there with me. Of course Trina accused me of having Jen lie for me and to cover up an affair.

"My God, Trina, why can't you believe that we could be just friends? I have never cheated on you and never will. My family is too important to me to just go out and have an affair. Then you accuse me of having Jen lie for me. Believe me, Jen would never stand for infidelity, even from her brother. I told you that the kids wanted to meet each other and they all had a good time. Why do you look at everything so dark? Not everyone is out to cheat on their spouse. I promise you I won't."

She yelled a little more and we went to bed. We still slept together and I tried to lie close to Trina but she would not have any of it.

As time went by, I healed up pretty well. The doc told me to wait another month before going back to work. I called the plant and let them know. Trina reminded me of her trip to Chicago in a couple of weeks. She would be gone for the whole week. I figured I wouldn't have any problem watching the kids. I could lift Andy now so he was happy.

The following week our friends Bob and Maria stopped by to watch a movie and play cards. The girls chose the movie, "Same Time, Next Year". 

This brings you up to date from the beginning of this story. As I mentioned in the beginning that something went on between Maria and Mel. I kept thinking about the look they gave each other.

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I saw Trina whisper something to Maria before she and Bob left. I knew something wasn't right but wasn't sure what. Things weren't really good between us since the operation. We hadn't made love for awhile now. I thought I'd give it a shot. As we got in bed I put my hand on her lower belly and rubbed softly. Nice even circular motions. At first she pushed my hand away but I kept trying. I slid my hand down into her panties and began to rub her soft mound.

"Are you up to it?" she asked me.

"You're going to be gone for a week and I don't want to wait till you get back." I pushed my hardening cock against her thigh. "Part of me is up to it," I replied.

She slipped off her panties and spread her legs. I slid two fingers into her moist pussy. She was slowly gyrating as I fingered her.

"Hmm, so good, been so long, keep doing it," she said.

I turned my body at an angle to hers and lifted one of her legs. She spread her legs further apart as I slid my hard cock into her. Her gyrations were becoming faster as I pumped my hard cock into her. It felt hot and moist.

"More, Baby, give me more, feels so good, been so long. More, Baby, more," she kept saying.

Trina was always like this when we had sex. She has never called me her baby or lover any other time. It was like her own fantasy name for me.

"Come on, Lover, give me more cock, cum in me, cum in me. I want your baby, cum in me, cum in me."

I was surprised to hear her say that. I had gotten the vasectomy last year after the baby was born. I remembered this was how she acted after coming back from each trip, only this time she hadn't left yet and I was sterile. I grabbed her leg and pushed my cock deep inside of her pussy and let the cum fill her pussy. She was gyrating and I could feel her orgasm. She screamed out.

"Good, Baby, oh so good. I love it so much. You're the best," moaned Trina.

I felt her pussy spasm while it was wrapped around my cock. Her pussy was pumping me dry. One thing I have to say about Trina is that she is great when it comes to sex. I often wonder why her love doesn't go into our daily life. It's only during sex when she seems loving.

The next morning she left for work and I was straightening up the house, something I didn't help with often enough. She had some folded clothes on her dresser and I was putting them in her drawer. I noticed a packet of birth control pills. When did she start taking these. I had the vasectomy over a year ago. I took them out and set them on the dresser. I opened them to see if she has been taking them and she has. I knew I was going to question her about it tonight. God, I sure hope she has a good reason for using birth control. Our marriage was already on edge.

I looked around for anything else that might look funny but didn't find anything. Neither of us used the computer much at home and we shared the same e-mail address. There was nothing out of the ordinary there. I checked some of our back phone bills but they looked fine. Maybe I was getting paranoid. 

When Trina arrived home that evening I confronted her about the birth control pills.

"Why were you going through my drawers? You had no right."

"Right? I live here just like you. I wasn't snooping; after the great sex we had last night I thought I would help straighten up the house and was just putting your clothes away when I spotted the pills. Are you going to explain to me why you're taking them, knowing I had a vasectomy."

"You bastard, you say you trust me and then give me the third degree. I'll tell you why I have to take the pills. A few months back I was having trouble with my periods and I went to see my doctor. She suggested I take the pills to help control my time of the month so I would be more regular."

"Why didn't you tell me you were having female problems?"

"What would you have done? Prescribe me pills or tell me to go to the doctor just like I did. Besides you were too worried about your other family at the time. I didn't want to bother you with my medical problem."

"That's uncalled for, Trina. You're my wife and mean a lot to me. I'm sorry I doubted you but I was worried when I saw the pills. I was afraid... I was afraid you might be having an affair. I'm sorry."

"Okay, so now you know why I'm taking the pills. It's not because I want to but my doctor prescribed them."

I felt better after talking to her. I will admit I still had doubts, but I wanted to believe her. On Thursday night we had sex again. It was almost an instant replay of the other day. She called me Lover and Baby, and I filled her full of cum. Doesn't get much better than that.

On Friday morning she was in a great mood. She kissed the kids and me goodbye before leaving on her trip to Chicago. I told her to hurry back so we could continue where we left off.

On Saturday I took the kids to see Mel and Andrea. We spent the day together like one big happy family. I wished my life was like this with Trina, instead of fighting all the time. There were feelings there between me and Mel but we both knew better than to go with our feelings. 

On Sunday I was watching TV with the kids when there was a knock on the door. I answered it and saw two old school pals. April and Mandy graduated with Trina and I. They were gathering information for our next high school reunion. They were taking down as many facts as they could so they could print up a book and give it to all our old classmates. They got our address from Melissa. I forgot she had mentioned it to me. I invited the women in and got us all some tea.

We did all the preliminaries of 'how are you' and 'what's new.'

April spoke first. "So, Andy, tell me what's new in your life and where you work for our book."

I explained a few facts about going in the service and where I now worked. I didn't know if Melissa told them about the surgery so I left it out for now. They then asked me about Trina. I told them about the travel agency Trina worked at. Mandy looked surprised.

"Oh, my God, that's so weird."

"What's weird about working at a travel agency?" I asked.

"It's just that her old boyfriend, Zack Carter, works for the same travel agency but in Chicago. That is so weird. Old friends both working for the same company but in different states."

"How do you know that, Mandy. Did you talk to him?"

"No, we talked to his mother last week. She told us all about him and how rich and powerful he is. I remember back in high school when all the girls wanted to date him. His mother says he is still in peak condition and exercises every day."

"Can I have a copy of his profile? I think Trina would love to get in touch with him."

I really didn't want the information for Trina; I wanted it for myself. I was beginning to smell a rat, a really big rat. I had a feeling that Trina knew all about Zack, but first hand.

"Sure, Andy, I have an extra copy of his profile but you probably will have a hard time getting hold of him."

"Why's that?"

"His wife is a state senator in Illinois according to Zack's mother. You'll probably have to pass an inspection just to see them," laughed Mandy.

I laughed along with them. Inside I was burning up. After getting the profile on Zack I said goodbye to my old classmates.

I thought I'd call Bob to chat and see if he knew anything about Zack. I decided against it. I didn't want to involve Maria just in case I needed information from her. Instead I called Trina's room in Chicago.

The phone rang five times before Trina answered it. She seemed to be breathing a little hard.

"Hello," she said.

"Well, hi there, dear wife. How are you doing this fine morning?"

"Why are you calling me, Andy? We said you should never call unless it's an emergency. Are the kids alright?"

"The kids are fine but their dad's a bit pissed."

"Why did you call, Andy? I don't have time for your silly games."

"This is Sunday. You don't have meetings on Sunday, do you? Oh, I forgot, you're having one of your secret meetings with Zack. Did I interrupt your fuck session? I'm so sorry."

"That's enough, Andy; I heard enough of your nonsense. We'll talk about this when I get home next week."

"You stupid bitch, I can hear him in the background. What's in your pussy now, Baby? Is your Lover boy fingering you right now? Surely you can't fuck and talk at the same time."

"I'm going to hang up, Andy. We'll talk about this when I get home."

"You talk to me now or I'll burn this fucking house down and then come to Chicago and kill your fucking boyfriend."

I heard Zack in the background whispering to Trina. The stupid fuck didn't have the sense to be quiet.

"Will you tell your fucking boyfriend to shut the fuck up or I'll finish this conversation with his wife, the Senator."

"Please, Andy, don't call her." 

I heard her say something to Zack. "Zack, take you're hands off me. He fucking knows you're here. We can't hide it anymore. He's going to call your wife if I don't talk to him now."

"How long have you been seeing him? ...since you don't want to answer me, I figure it's been around seven years. No wonder you come home and want to fuck. You couldn't get it out of your system or was it you might have wanted to have his kid and cover it up by fucking me."

"Please, Andy, I can't think right now. Please let's talk later."

"Whose kids am I raising, mine or your lovers? Answer me, whose kids am I raising?"

"Please, Andy, I don't know. I honestly don't know."

"Wow, honesty isn't one of your characteristics. Gee, I might have to sue lover boy for six years of support. I'm sure the Senator will want to support my kids."

"Please, don't talk like this."

"How the hell am I supposed to talk? I've been honest as I can with you. I promised never to cheat on you and never have, even though you have accused me our whole married life. You on the other hand have been fucking that asshole behind my back for at least seven years. How the fuck am I supposed to talk?"

"Andy, I don't know what to say right now. We'll talk when I come home."

"The only fucking thing we'll do when you come home is get a divorce and have the kids tested so you're fucking lover can claim daddy's rights. Now, go back and enjoy your fuck, you slimy, fucking, slut, bitch. Just so you know, if the kids are tested and are mine, I'm taking them from you."

"No, you can't take my kids from me..." I hung up the phone.

I wanted some more information. I called Bob. He was back from his fishing trip. He usually only went a few days.

"Bob, Andy here. I misplaced Trina's room number and thought you might have Maria's."

He gave it to me and asked if there was a problem.

"No, no problem, just something I wanted to ask her. Okay, thanks, Bob."

I called Maria's room and she answered.

"Hello."

"Maria, this is Andy..."

"Andy, Trina isn't in right now. I can have her call you..."

"Cut the bullshit, Maria, I know where she is, who's she's with and what she's doing."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I knew she was trying to call my bluff, but I wasn't bluffing.

"Room 804, fucking Zack Carter. Now you answer a few questions or I'll ask your husband, Bob."

"Are you trying to blackmail me?"

"Blackmail? Hell no! I just figured that if Trina has been having an affair for seven years and you've been covering for her that you've be getting some on the side yourself. You either tell me what I want to know or I'll tell Bob about Trina and you can talk to him about why you've covered it up."

"What do you want to know, Andy?"

"So, you have fucked around on Bob also. You have an old boyfriend too?"

"Please don't tell Bob. I did it the first two times and felt so guilty about it that I don't stay in the same room with Trina anymore. It was a big mistake and I truly regret it."

"Who was it with, Maria?"

"Please, Andy, I told you I did it, and I regret it. It was some friend of Zack's. I want to forget about it. Don't tell Bob.

"Tell me everything you know about Trina and Zack and I promise I won't tell Bob about our conversation."

"Okay, I'll trust you."

"You don't have a choice but I do keep my promises."

"Trina found out Zack worked for the same agency. She started having an affair with him. As far as I know it was only during these seminars."

"What did she say about him and I'll know if you're lying and our deal will be off."

"She said she always loved him and made a mistake marrying you. I'm sorry, Andy, but you said you wanted the truth. She couldn't wait for the seminars so she could be with him. They hardly ever went to the meetings but stayed in their room most of the time and came out for dinner."

"What about my kids, Maria? Tell me what you know."

"Oh, God, Andy, I don't know what to say. She hoped that all three kids were Zack's. It was her way of getting even with you. It didn't make any sense. I never understood why she wanted you to raise Zack's kids."




Same Time Next Year



"So my kids are really Zack's?"

"I don't know. She always hoped they would be but as far as I know, she really doesn't know."

"Needless to say, Marie, Trina and I will be getting divorced and I will have the kids tested to see who's going to support them. I'll keep my promise to you and not tell Bob about this conversation. On any other matters, I won't lie to him. As far as friends go, I never want to see you at my house again."

I needed someone to talk to. I wanted to talk to Mel so bad but I didn't think it would be wise. I had no idea how Trina would be dealing with this situation. The last thing I wanted was in get Mel involved in the mess. I called my sister, Jen, and asked her to come over. She sensed the urgency in my voice and said she would be right over.

Jen and I talked about everything and what different scenarios might happen. I was fairly confused as to what to do next. Now I know why there is a temporary insanity plea. I would have killed both Zack and Trina if they walked in my door right then. Jen and I both agreed that we should call Zack's wife. She deserved to know what a creep she had for a husband.

I looked at Zack's profile and it had his home number on it. I called it but got a secretary. I asked to speak to Mrs. Carter. There was a pause and then I was told to hold a minute.

"Who is this?" a woman asked.

"I'm Andrew Connors from Ohio. Are you Mrs. Carter."

"Yes, I am but I go by Senator Conroy. My husband's name is Carter."

"Well, Senator, your husband is in the hotel fucking my wife right now. I thought you might want to know."

"Damn him, he said he wasn't seeing that married woman anymore. Is her name Trina?"

"Yes, it is, Trina Connors from Ohio. His high school girlfriend, soon to be my ex-wife."

"Mr. Connors, thank you for making me aware of the situation. I can't talk right now but I will have my people contact you in the next few days."

"I don't want to talk to your people. I will talk to you personally if you like. I don't want anything from you. I just wanted to make you aware of your husband's infidelity."

I hung up the phone. Apparently she knew about her husband's cheating. It made me wonder if Trina was his only fuck buddy. Well, now I would have to sit back and wait till Trina showed up and start the divorce proceedings. The hardest thing was going to have my kids tested to see if I was their biological father. What if they weren't mine? I raised each of them from day one. They were my family, and my life.

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About midnight there was a knock on my door. I was just sitting there on the couch thinking about my problems. I had put my three kids to bed, hugging and kissing each one of them wondering if they were mine. Hell, I wanted a drink so bad but with the liver operation I wasn't allowed alcohol for maybe a year. I was startled by the knocking and I heard it again. I looked out and saw a police officer. I opened the door:

"I'm Officer Bates of the Sheriff's Department. Are you Andrew Connors? The husband of a Trina Connors?" the officer asked.

"Yes, officer, I am. What's going on here?"

"I'm sorry to inform you that your wife was killed in an auto accident in rural Illinois. I was asked by the Illinois post to inform you of her death."

I was shocked. One minute I hated her guts and wanted to kill her, now she's dead. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I wanted to wake up, hoping I was sleeping and that the last couple of days had been a bad dream. But it wasn't a dream and I wasn't sleeping.

"What happened, officer? Are you sure it was her? Maybe there was a mistake." I was just mumbling on.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Connors, there is no mistake. It was an auto accident and they were both killed. According to the report I received, their car went off the road, over an embankment and hit a tree. Both occupants were dead at the scene."

"You said, 'they.' Was Maria the other person in the car?"

"No, sir, it was a Zack Carter. Did you know him?"

I was stunned; I thought it was probably Trina and Maria coming home early, but it wasn't. It meant that she still spent the day and evening with Zack even after she had talked to me. I knew I had to answer the officer.

"Yes, he was from the company's Chicago office. I haven't seen him in years. What time did the accident occur?"

"Around seven o'clock, give or take a few minutes. It took us awhile to gather information and get in touch with you. Again, Mr Connors, I'm sorry to have been the one to tell you but we wanted you to be one of the first to know. If you contact the Chicago Sheriff's office tomorrow, they might be able to tell you more. Good night, sir."

"Thank you, officer," I said as I closed the door.

At this point I was numb. I felt hate, loss, love, disgust, and even fear. Fear of what to do next. I had three little children who were fast asleep and tomorrow I had to tell them their mom was killed. I couldn't go to sleep and I really didn't want to call anyone at this time of night. I knew tomorrow would be one of the worst days of my life. I had to face reality. Trina was dead and I had three kids to care for who might not even be mine. I wouldn't wish this situation on anyone.

I must have dozed off in the chair and was awakened by the phone at seven in the morning. The caller ID said personal call. I answered it.

"Mr. Andrew Connors?" the voice said.

"Yes, it's he. Who's calling?"

"One second sir," the voice said. Then I heard a female voice, one I had heard yesterday.

"Mr. Connors, this is Senator Conroy ... I mean Janice Conroy. Under the circumstances I would prefer to be called by my given name. I know you've been notified of the accident. I'm so sorry for your loss but I needed to talk to you. I need a big favor."

"Mrs. Conroy, you lost your husband also. I know the situation doesn't look good for either of us. What is the favor you need?"

"Can you not mention the affair between my husband and your wife? I know this will sound bad but it will ruin my political future. There is nothing I can do to change things now, but it will ruin my life."

"So you want me to lie and say it didn't happen?"

"No, of course not. I just don't want you to tell the media about the affair. You will get a few calls. I can take care of it at this end and let it quietly go away, but I know someone will look for a story here. It wouldn't be good for either of us."

"Mrs. Conroy, I'll keep the affair personal if you do two things for me."

"What is it you want? I'll do it if I can."

"I want the real report on this accident. The one that gets hidden by high profile people. The other thing I want is a copy of Zack's DNA; you know what that's for."

"I'll do what I can..."

"I'll expect it shortly after the funerals. Please don't mistake me for some type of sissy. I want to know ... no, make that I need to know ... the truth at any cost."

"I'll get you want you want. I just hope you're a man of your word and keep the affair under wraps."

"I always keep my promises, Janice, always."

"Okay then, I'll get the reports to you as soon as possible, and thank you."

I hung up the phone and made a pot of coffee. I knew it was still early but I called Jen and told her about the accident. It took her by surprise but she said she would be right over. My mom and dad always got up early and I let them know also. Now for the harder part. I called Trina's mom and dad. Her dad answered the phone and I broke the sad news to him. I explained as much as I could and told them that she and Zack had just gone out for dinner and Zack was taking her back to her hotel when the accident occurred. They asked me to keep in touch and of course I said I would.

My kids got up and I fixed them some breakfast and after Jen showed up we took the three kids into the living room and told them we had some very sad news.

"Renee, Ashley, you will have to be very brave. Mommy died and will not be coming home."

The tears just welled up in their eyes and they started crying. Of course when little Andy saw his sisters crying he started crying also. It was the hardest thing watching my kids cry. I held each one of them and let them cry it out. I was trying to be strong for them but I was crying too. I was holding the girls and Jen was holding Andy. We did our best to try and answer their questions.

There was a knock on the door and Jen just yelled come in. It was Mel.

"I'm so sorry to hear what happened." She and Andrea both were crying. Ashley ran to Mel and climbed on her lap as Mel sat down and gently rocked my youngest daughter. Andrea sat next to her mother.

"How did you know?" I asked Mel.

Jen spoke up, "I called her after you called me. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. I was just surprised."

After the kids calmed down some, Andrea offered to take them to their rooms and play games with them. It was a God send, because the phone started ringing shortly after they went to their room. It was news people and reporters. They all said the same thing, "We just have a few questions."

I was getting mad and started hanging up on them. Jen said she'd take care of the phone calls. She talked to the next reporter.

"Listen, I don't understand why all you news people keep bothering us. My brother just lost his wife and has three young children here to raise. We're not celebrities and would like our privacy. I don't care that Zack Carter is married to a politician in some other state. It has nothing to do with us. Why don't you bug her if you consider it news?" 

We turned on the news and they had a news report that said, "A local woman was killed in Chicago last night. She was with the husband of State Senator Janice Conroy. Senator Conroy said that the woman, a Trina Connors from Ohio, was an associate of Zack Carter and they were just returning from having dinner. She had talked to her husband earlier that evening and said she wouldn't be able to join them. She is very saddened by the loss of her husband and has sent out condolences to Mr. Connors and his family in Ohio. We will have more details on this story as they come in."

"Well, we knew why we were getting the calls. I think we ought to have a story ready for these stupid reporters and keep saying the same thing over and over till they leave us alone. I'll take the next call, Jen," I said.

"Hello. Yes, this is Andrew Connors. Look, I don't understand all these calls. I'll just tell you what I know. Zack Carter and my wife, Trina, worked for the same travel agency but in different states. They have meetings periodically and discuss travel opportunities. All they did was have dinner and were returning to her place when the accident occurred."

The person kept asking questions. "Yes, I talked to my wife that morning and was aware of her going to dinner. They were friends from high school. I knew Zack personally. We all went to school together. It was a terrible accident and she will be terribly missed by me and our three children. I suggest if you have further questions that you contact the Senator." 

I hung up after that. Jen and I took turns answering the stupid phone. We knew they wouldn't stop calling till we said something to them.

The phone was ringing off the hook. I'm sure glad Jen had called Mel. It would have been hard watching the kids and continually answering the phone and answering the door. 

We did get a few calls from concerned neighbors and friends. They were hard enough to deal with, let alone all the other calls. Like we didn't have enough problems. Lawyer after lawyer were calling us also, asking if we wanted representation in case of a lawsuit. We basically told them to go to hell and that we weren't suing anyone. If we wanted to be represented it wouldn't be by a ambulance chaser.

Later in the day the calls seemed to wan somewhat. Mel made us all some lunch. Actually neighbors had brought over food to eat and Mel set it all up for us. I had hardly talked to her but was sure glad she was there.

A odd thing about a death in the family is a lot of people bring you food when you least have an appetite. At least we didn't have to worry about cooking anything.

There was a knock at the door and I figured it was another neighbor but it was a damn television reporter.

"Mr. Connors, can we have a word with you?" said a woman with a microphone with a cameraman behind her."

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Coming to my damn house a day after I lose my wife and for what? Some damn gossip?"

"No need to swear, Mr. Connors, this is for television."

"Fuck your damn television. I lost my wife and my three little children have lost their mother and all you can think about is news. Maybe you can get pictures of her body splattered all over the fucking highway and get one or two more readers. You make me sick."

"Mr. Connors, we just want the truth."

"No, you don't, you want some fucking lies to sell to your listeners. I'll give you the truth and see if you're happy with it.

"My wife and Zack were high school sweethearts many years ago."

"Were they lovers, Mr. Connors?"

"Lovers? They were sixteen year old kids. Do you classify that as lovers? You're one sick person. My wife and I got married and have three children ages two, four, and six. She works full time in a travel agency. You tell me when she had time for a torrid affair with an old boyfriend two states away."

"...but she was with him."

"Yes, they had a business meeting in Chicago and went to dinner. A lot of old friends have dinner together. I talked to her earlier in the day and if you listened to your own TV station you would have heard that Senator Conroy was going to go to dinner with them. All you want is some damn gossip and try to ruin lives."

Right then little Andy was looking out the storm door.

"Look at the door at my son. Tell him how you think his mother is a slut and all she wanted was an affair with an old boyfriend. Tell my little boy that his mother didn't love him that all she could think about was wanting to have sex with another woman's husband." I wanted to say fuck so bad, but out of respect to my kids being present at the door, I didn't.

"You disgust me. I've said that I wouldn't wish this type of situation on my worst enemy, but in your case, I might make an exception. Let some reporter tear your life apart with a lot of lies and allegations and let you live with it. One last thing, if I hear any lies about my wife or family on your news network, you can take it to the bank that I'll sue your ass along with your network. You weren't invited here and no celebrity lives here. Now get the hell off my property."

When I walked back in the house, I picked up my boy and just hugged him, and he hugged me back. Jen smiled at me. She knew I didn't actually tell the total truth but hopefully the reporters didn't know it.

Things seemed to calm down after that. The kids were back playing in the room and Jen and Mel were talking about funeral arrangements. They would be shipping back Trina's body within the next two days and we wanted the funeral as soon as possible.

The women told me they would take care of all the arrangements which was fine with me. I was lost when it came to things like that. I walked to the bathroom and when I came out I glanced in the room where the girls were playing. I overheard Ashley talking to Andrea.

"I miss my mommy."

"I know how you feel Ash. I miss my daddy -- well, his name was Eric. He wasn't my real daddy but I do miss him. He was always around."

"Why did he leave you?" asked Ashley.

"Because he wasn't my real dad."

"Daddies shouldn't leave their little girls. It's not nice," replied Ashley.

"It's okay. I have another daddy now and it's my real daddy and he's your daddy too."

"Ashley, do you think your mommy will be my mommy too? Since we are sharing the same daddy, why can't we share the same mommy?"

It brought tears to my eyes when I heard my little girl say that. I didn't want them to know I was listening.

"I'll tell you what, Ash, you talk with your dad and I'll talk with my mom and we'll see what happens. No matter what I'll always be your big sister and you can always come to me." I watched as Andrea gave Ashley a hug.

The calls had pretty much stopped the next couple of days. The news reporter who came to our house only showed the nice part of our talk saying what a wonderful wife and mother Trina was. I guess the station didn't want to take a chance on a libel suit. There was also a big divorce with a Hollywood couple which took over the news. Our accident case was now becoming old news.

Jen and Mel did a great job with the funeral arrangements. We had Trina laid out one night and the burial the following day. I couldn't believe the people that showed up. Jen and I stood by the coffin and greeted everyone who came to pay their respects. Mel sat on a couch over to the side with the four kids. She wanted to stay out of the way. Everytime I looked over at her she had a different one of my kids on her lap. One minute they would be crying and the next laughing. Every once in awhile one of them would come up and stand with me.

When we paid our last respects to Trina before they closed the coffin, we all cried. So sad and yet so stupid. She could have had a great life but was looking for the greener grass. Mel asked her church to set up a luncheon for all who attended the funeral. It was a wonderful meal and gave us a last chance to talk with many of our friends. I even thanked Maria and Bob for coming. I talked to Maria for a minute and said that I hope she learned a lesson from Trina's death. She had a good man and should do everything she could to keep her marriage intact. 

She hugged me and thanked me for keeping our secret. I really did hope she learned from Trina's mistake.

In the days that followed, Mel and Jen asked what things of Trina's we wanted to keep. I told them I didn't have any idea. I told them to give all the jewelry and keepsakes to the girls. Most they put away for future use but gave the girls enough to play grown up in.

Mel remarked what beautiful clothes Trina had. I told her she could keep and wear whatever she wanted seeing they were similar in size. If looks could kill, sweet Mel would have killed me on the spot.

Jen started laughing. "You stupid, stupid man. You want to give your deceased wife's clothes to your old girlfriend. I don't think so, little brother."

"She said they were nice. I was just trying to be agreeable and let her have what she wanted. Women! I'll never understand them. What should we do with them?"

Jen looked at Mel, like I wasn't even there. "Let's have a garage sale and sell all the clothes. They should bring a decent price."

So that was the next thing they were going to do.

The phone rang and I heard a familiar voice on the other end. After hanging up I asked the gals if they could take the kids to the park or somewhere for a couple of hours. I had a person stopping by to talk to me and we needed to be alone. I told them I would explain it to them later.

After they had left, there was a knock on the door. It was Senator Janice Conroy and her driver. "Please come in. I've been waiting for you."

She had her driver sit on the porch and came inside. I was surprised at her appearance. She was a very nice looking woman but was probably in her fifties. I had no idea that she was that old since Zack was our age.

"Mr. Connors, I was in Columbus, Ohio on some state business and thought I'd take this short trip to give you the information you requested." She handed me a manila envelope which she said contained the un-official accident report as well as Zack's DNA chart.

"Would you like a cup of coffee, Mrs. Conroy?"

"Please, for today just call me Janice, and a cup of coffee would be nice. Just a little cream please. I want to thank you for being discreet about the affair. Nothing good would have come out of it if the truth were known. I got a call from the insurance company and they asked me to talk to you about settling the matter."




Same Time Next Year



"Janice, I don't want your money. I just want it over with so my family and I can go on with our lives."

"Andy, you will get dozens of calls from lawyers saying they can get you millions of dollars if you go with their firms. The truth is the case can stay open for years while they delve deeper and deeper into the case. The insurance company doesn't want that to happen and neither do I. They made you an offer. If you accept it, then the case is over. You won't be bugged anymore since the case is settled."

"What's this offer you keep mentioning? Is it your money? As I have mentioned, I just want it over."

"It's the insurance company's money. They will give you one hundred thousand dollars for each of your kids and deposit into a trust account. It will be payable after they are eighteen years of age and you would be the custodian of the account. The kids will only get money when you say so till they're twenty five. Then they will be in charge of their own accounts."

"Why are they offering this money? Was there some type of wrongdoing?"

"No, it's just that everyone today is sue crazy. It's easier to sue someone than go find work. This just closes the account. They will also pay for any medical things since the accident. You know, hospital bill, ambulance and what ever other charges they drum up. So you'll get three hundred thousand dollars plus the payment for medical."

"It's four hundred thousand plus medical. I have four kids not three. My other daughter lives with her mother but if I'm to accept this, she should receive a share also."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware of it. So I'll make sure you get enough for all four children. So, if we are done here, I'd like...."

"Janice, this is probably the last time I'll see you. Can you tell me about you and Zack and why you let this go on after finding out?"

"I guess so; you deserve to know. I met Zack while he was in college. He was a tough, rough looking guy. I was asked to teach a political science class and we became friends. As you can see, I'm twenty five years older than Zack. It was fun at first being with a younger man and teaching him the ways of love. I know you've heard of trophy wives. Well, Zack was my trophy husband. I had this good looking stud on my arm at all the parties. At first, Zack loved the limelight, the center of attention but when he found out it was about me and not him, he became restless.

"He asked me to buy him the travel agency. I bought it and I own it. He managed it. He took courses on the travel industry since he had to major in something. He actually did alright but couldn't keep his dick in his pants."

"Why didn't he divorce you and do his own thing?"

"Money and power. I had both, he had neither. I gave him everything he wanted within reason. He had nothing in his name, not even the car he wrecked. If he would have left me at any time he would have had nothing. People get used to the life which he led.

"He met your wife at one of the conferences around seven or so years ago. It was a few years later when I caught wind of them together and gave him an ultimatum. He either stopped playing around, especially with a married woman or I'd see he never did it again. He seemed to stop or at least hid it pretty good until I heard from you. Just so you know, he has had other lovers. Most could be either bought or scared off. I wasn't sure how to approach your wife since he seemed to see her every couple of years."

"What is the report going to tell me? I feel in my bones that there was foul play."

"The unofficial report stated that Zack's dick was bitten off. He was receiving a blow job at the time of the accident. Your wife didn't have any panties on and had a vibrator in her vagina. I had this all covered up and would like to keep it that way. 

"The witness said a black SUV pushed the rear quarter panel of Zack's vehicle causing it to spin and go out of control. It then went over an embankment rolling numerous times and stopped when it hit a tree.

"The official report said that the witness was far behind the other vehicles and wasn't sure if it was hit or not by the SUV.

"Janice, did you have them killed?"

"Me personally, no. There are powers higher up than me and I can't speak for them and I really don't want to know. I really did love Zack in my own way. In a sense he was my boy toy and was fun having around. 

"Well, Andrew Connors, this is probably the last we'll speak. On the report you have, the names were taken out so in case it got in the wrong hands we'll be protected. Again, I'm so sorry about your loss and I'll have these insurance papers turned in tomorrow. Thank you for being discreet."

After Janice left I opened the envelope and the report was just like she said. Trina really was a slut for Zack. Now I knew where she really learned the different ways of making love and who she was thinking about at the time; it wasn't me.

The other report was a complete rundown on Zack's DNA. Janice really did keep her promises. I did have to wonder if she had anything to do with the accident. Maybe I'm better off never finding out.

When everyone got back, I told the gals who my visitor was. They were surprised when I told them who it was. I explained our agreement and that the Senator took the time to honor her side. The gals asked to read the report. 

"Are you guys sure you really want to read this? I know you're women and nosy an all but this is some pretty deep shit. You won't like what your reading."

Mel looked at me. "Andy, because I care for you, I'll forget about the nosy part. You can't ride this train alone through life. You need to be able to share it with someone in case you ever need to talk about it." She was nice enough to smile at me afterwards.

They were saddened after reading the report. Like me they hoped that maybe, just maybe Trina felt a little remorse after talking to me that morning. I told them some of the things that Janice Conroy had shared with me. My sister Jen said, "I know this is an awful thing to say, but maybe Trina's death was a Godsend. How much worse would it have gotten if things continued with the kids in the middle of it all."

I knew she was right only she said it out loud. That was the way Jen was, never one afraid to speak her mind. After she left I was sitting at the table reading the report again and looking at Zack's DNA report.

Mel sat down at the table next to me. "What are you going to do with it?" Pointing to Zack's DNA report.

"I have an appointment at the clinic tomorrow to have the kids tested and find out if Zack is the biological father."

"Don't do it, Andy. For your sake and the kids' sake, don't do it."

"I have to know, Mel, I have to know."

"Why? Why is it so important now. Zack's dead, Trina's dead and there is nothing good to come from knowing. What if you're not the biological father? What are you going to do? Give the kids away, send them to a children's home. Raise them with spite in your heart? Please, Andy, listen to me. You are their father. You've been there since day one with each of them. You were there for their delivery, you changed their dirty diapers, but most of all you were always there for them. You're the guy they call daddy, not anyone else. Don't put those thoughts into their mind and heart. Please promise me you will think about it, Andy. Think about your kids."

"Okay, I'll think about it tonight. If we go, I'll stop by your place tomorrow after we're finished."

Mel kissed me lightly on the lips. She felt so good. She called to Andrea and they went home. I did as I promised and gave it some heavy thought.

It was mid-afternoon the next day when I pulled up in front of Mel's house. The kids got out and ran to her. Andrea was in school but Mel told them they could play in her room. Renee was supposed to be in school but I had already called her off the day before.

"You did it, didn't you?" Mel spoke.

"I'm sorry, but I promised the kids," I responded.

"What? You did it for the kids? What are you talking about?"

"I promised the kids I'd take them to McDonald's for lunch and I keep my promises."

She smiled, "You didn't go through with it then? You know, the other thing, not lunch."

"No, I thought about what you said, they are my kids and always will be. I want to keep it that way. So, what happens now?"

I was sitting on the couch and Mel came over and sat on my lap. This is the closest we'd been since the funeral other than the occasional kiss. It felt so nice being close to her. She was a remarkable woman.

"You grieve for awhile and we start dating and then you ask me to marry you and I say yes, and we live happily ever after, just like in the storybook." She had the prettiest smile on her face.

I was smiling too. "What if I don't want to marry you? What then?"

"Then I'll just live with you. I've already lost you once, it isn't going to happen again. Besides I hear the kids have been talking. They like me you know, and I love them."

"What about sex? Are you any good?" I started laughing.

"Honey, with you it will be more than just sex. It will be love and it will be great." Mel was laughing now too.

About that time Andrea came home from school. She saw Mel sitting on my lap and started smiling.

Andrea yelled for the other kids. "Renee, Ashley, Andy come in here quickly. There's something you gotta see."

Mel stayed put; she wasn't budging an inch. The kids came in with Andy of course being the last one. They smiled at Mel. 

Ashley spoke first. "Does this mean you'll be our mommy since our mommy died?"

Mel got off my lap with tears in her eyes and went and knelt in front of Ashley and hugged her. "Honey, I'll gladly be your mommy. Your other mommy will always be with you in your heart and I will be here to take care of you."

Andy wanted to be hugged also so he walked over and Mel put her arm around the little fella.

Renee came over to me. "Daddy, when are you getting married and where will we live."

"Well, Honey, first I want to make sure that you kids want us to get married."

"Of course we do, Daddy. What a stupid question. We love Mel and your Andrea's daddy already. We would just like to know where we are going to live."

"Honey, I haven't even asked Mel to get married yet."

"Well, do it, Daddy, do it right now." All the kids started yelling "Do it, Daddy," even little Andy.

I was laughing and Mel was almost crying. I walked over to her and took her by the hand as she stood up. I knelt down in front of her and said, "Mel, the kids and I all love you. Will you be their mommy and my wife? I have to buy you a ring to make it official. I wasn't exactly planning on this today, but I can't think of a better time with better witnesses."

Before I was barely finished the kids were saying, "Answer him, Mommy, answer him." It was funny that even before she answered, the kids were calling her mommy.

"How long do I get to think about this kids? After all this is a big step," replied Mel with a smile on her face."

"One minute, Mom," replied Andrea. "We both know you wanted this your whole life. Oops, there goes another secret."

Andrea looked over and smiled at me.

Mel tried to look serious but was doing a poor job of it. "After careful consideration, I decided to say, 'Yes, I'll marry you, Andrew Connors."

The kids were jumping up and down and said, "Kiss her, Daddy, kiss her and seal the deal." I did just that and it felt so good.

"Kids, so you know, it will be awhile before we get married. We have a lot of things to do first, but we will see each other most every day," replied Mel. She didn't want to do all the explaining of waiting after a death to the kids. She did tell them they could call her Mommy if they wanted to.

After the kids went back in Andrea's room to play I looked over at a smiling Mel. "That went well," she laughed. 

"If we're going to be dating, will we be having sex? If so, can we do it on the first date." I asked.

"For you, Sweetheart, anytime you want. We don't need to even have a date." After saying that she walked over to the phone and called my sister Jen.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"Jen is coming over to take the kids to the movies. They wanted to see the kids movie Happy Feet and Jen's taking them. 

"Honey, I have a question for you. If you and I will be staying here and sealing a deal we made earlier." Before I could say anything she called the kids back into the room.

"Kids, Aunt Jen and Uncle Ralph are coming over to take you all to see Happy Feet." 

The kids all started jumping up and down. "Daddy and I have some business to attend to but we will be here when you get back. You be good for Aunt Jen and Uncle Ralph, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Mom, we all hear you," replied a smiling Andrea.

Jen and Ralph showed up a few minutes later. Ashley ran up to them as soon as they stepped in the door. "Mom and Dad are getting married and you can come to the wedding, but we don't know when it is yet."

Jen looked over at us, "Kind of sudden, isn't it, guys?" She was smiling which meant she gave her approval.

Renee spoke, "Yeah, Dad proposed in front of all of us, it was neat. They kissed and everything to seal the deal."

"Everything?" replied a smiling Ralph until he got elbowed by Jen.

"Well, congratulations," said Jen. "We better get the kids to the movies so you can finish your unfinished business. We'll stop and pick up a pizza on the way home so you have about three hours. Hope you can complete your business by then."

"Why are you laughing, Uncle Ralph?" asked Ashley.

"I was just thinking about the dancing penguin we are going to see. Should be a pretty good movie."

After they left, I played dumb and asked what unfinished business we had to do? Mel pulled me into her bedroom.

"I've waited over eleven years to hold you in my arms again. Please make love to me, but don't forget we're on a three hour clock."

"Honey, for the first round I'll only need three minutes." We both started laughing as we both disrobed. 

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We made it through the Christmas holidays. We spent a lot of time together. We were a family only we weren't married yet and still stayed at our own homes. We were trying to wait for as long as possible but the kids wanted us to marry sooner than later.

After the holidays the kids got together and asked if they could have a big birthday party for Valentines Day.

Angie smiled - we started calling her Angie since the kids did. We asked them how they got Angie out of Andrea and they told us they already had an Andy, their little brother. So they chose Angie, it didn't bother Andrea so it didn't bother us.

"Dad, the other three kids have birthdays the week of Valentine's Day. Mine of course is in March but that's okay. We want to get you and Mom married so we decided to have a big combination birthday/wedding party for all of us. Since you and mom don't need any weddings presents the guests can bring presents for Renee, Ash and Andy, for me too if they don't mind me getting them a month early. What do you think? I'm just the talker for the group. All of us kids decided that this would be a great idea." 

Mel and I couldn't help laughing. All these kids getting together and making these plans for us. We believed Angie, besides the other kids were all with her waiting for our answer. The problem we had is what to do about it without hurting their feelings.

"Angie, I know you and the others have put a lot of thought into this planned party. I think we should see what your mom has to say about it." 

I had no idea what to say to the kids. Just looking at their faces and their look of hope was so cute. I had to pass the buck to Mel.

Mel looked at me and then back at the faces of the kids. She knew I threw it in her lap. I tried not looking at her while she searched for an answer.

Mel spoke, "I'm a little surprised at you kids. Having a big birthday party is one thing. Your Dad and I getting married is alright too, but expecting people to all come to a party and expect them to bring all of you presents is not right. I thought we taught you to put others first. I am a little ashamed of you using our wedding to get yourselves presents."

The kids put their little heads down. It looked like Mel said the right thing to them.

Renee said, "Mom, if we forfeit the presents, can we have the birthday party and you and dad still get married?"

Mel, looked over at me for help. I tried to keep a straight face.

"Kids, since your dad is leaving it up to me, I'll agree to the birthday party," then looked over at me. "I also agree to the wedding. We'll do it as a family event. But we are not asking our guests to bring you presents."

I was taken totally by surprised. I honestly didn't think she would agree to the family event. Mel was also full of surprises. The kids were jumping up and down. They hugged Mel and then came over and hugged me.

Epilogue:

We had a month and a half to get all this done. I was back to work which left most of the planning up to Mel. Of course Jen was there to help her. The two of them became best friends. They were closer than most sisters.

The gals rented the hall in the church and since she was a member of her church, she didn't have any problem getting the church and pastor the weekend closest to Valentine's day.

Our color scheme was red and white and lots of hearts. Again the women of the church offered to cook the dinner. We told them we wanted to pay for all the food and of course the cake.

It was going to be a small wedding with Jen as the Matron of Honor and her husband Ralph as my best man. We did have two young attendants and a flower girl and one ring bearer. You get one guess who they were.

I wore a nice suit and Mel looked like an angel dressed in a blue dress. When they started the music I had tears streaming down my face. First came my son staggering down the aisle with the ring attached to the pillow. He was followed by my daughter Andrea dressed in a blue dress the same color as Mel's. She was followed by Renee also dressed in a blue dress. Next was Ashley as the flower girl.

The wedding march began and Mel was then led down the aisle by her dad. When she saw the tears in my eyes, I could see she had the same emotions. I don't know why, but I was a nervous wreck. I was marrying the love of my life after years of turmoil with my first wife.

When the minister said you may kiss the bride and I heard the applause was when I realized the church was full of people. As I glanced at the crowd I saw so many old friends and family members. Until that time I was totally focused on Mel.

When we went down to the hall there was a big banner that said, "Congratulations to the Connors family on their recent nuptials." A second banner read, " Happy Birthday to Renee, Ashley and Andy Jr., also Happy Birthday to Andrea who's birthday isn't till March."

When the kids saw the banners they were so happy. There was also a stack of birthday cards for each one of them. We let the word out when we sent the invitation that it was a combination birthday/wedding celebration. It was the best Valentines Day anyone could ask for.

For our honeymoon we decided to wait till June after the kids were out of school and take them all with us to Disney World. We got joint rooms and the kids shared two double beds and we had a king size bed for us. We played with the kids by day, and closed the door and made love by night. The kids couldn't understand why we were tired every morning.

When we returned home, Jen stopped by and told us she was expecting her first child. We were so happy for her and Ralph. We knew they had been trying and were so glad they succeeded. They had a son. Now Andy would have a little buddy to follow him around in the years to come.




Same Time Next Year



We decided to sell my house and all move into Mel's place. They were both bigger and older but well-kept houses. It was better to get away from the things that Trina had bought. We had an auction and sold most of the furnishings and of course the house. The kids were as happy as can be, all getting new bedroom suites.

The insurance checks arrived and we put the kids' money each in it's own account for their future. It was the last we heard about the accident. We did read that Senator Conroy was re-elected by a wide margin. Apparently there was a big sympathy vote.

It just goes to show you that life may throw you a lot of curve balls but every once in awhile, if you hit it just right, you'll hit a home run. That's the way it was for us.

I never did have the kids tested but I did keep Zack's information in the safe. Maybe some day when I get old I might get brave and get the comparison tests done. Right now all I need is for any one of my kids to run in and give me a big hug and call me Daddy to know I made the right decision.

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Thank you for reading my story

Comments are always welcome

DG Hear



Same Time Next Year



Everything about our affair seemed fated: the way we met in a chatroom I had never before frequented; the way we connected within minutes thanks to an equally twisted sense of humour; and the way we went from virtual buddies, sharing the stories of our past, to real-life lovers, melding minds and flesh in a six-hour marathon of sex, rest, coffee and sex. 

It was all very innocent at first--friendly exchanges in the chatroom, newsy e-mails, harmless banter on Yahoo--but there was a raw sexuality to this man that somehow always had me sitting with my legs tightly crossed, a bitch in heat trying to quell the instinctual pounding in my pussy as I waited for him to shove his virtual tongue down my throat, grab a tit, grope my ass... something... anything. 

We were like a living situation comedy, complete with witty repartee, double-entendres, and sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. I knew that, eventually, he would have no choice but to topple. Except, as it happened, I was the one who finally cracked. I could no longer deal with how horny he made me. A woman can only cross her legs for so long before she has to spread them and finger herself to orgasm. 

Thus, it came to pass that, one night, as I was on the computer in my home office making small talk, I began driving a couple of digits in and out of my needy cunt, and I made the weighty decision to pin his virtual being against a virtual wall in an act of desperation. 

He wasn't surprised; he was shocked into near silence. Then, after mumbling (if one can mumble in writing) something about wanting me, but being in cybersex hibernation (his term: cybernation), he took off like a bat out of hell. I figured that was the last I'd ever see of him, but there he was again the very next night, ready, willing, and as I soon discovered, more than able. 

That first time we cyberfucked was a revelation. I'd had many online lovers by that point, but not a single one had made me that hot, had made my snatch that wet, had made me masturbate so furiously that I came six times in just over an hour, the climaxes so fierce that I couldn't think, speak, or even breathe afterward. 

It wasn't just that he was good with words, imaginative and evocative, it was also his very essence that spoke to me in ways I'd never dreamed. Simply seeing him write "my cock" started the pulsing in my twat, started the flow of juices down and out onto my thighs, coating my swollen lips, and started the unbearable ache in my clit, all of me crying out to be touched, filled, satisfied. And, amazingly, it was the same way every single time. 

Within a matter of weeks, I needed him to survive, not only sexually, but emotionally, as well. He was my shelter from the storm that raged outside the virtual world we'd created, whether holding me in his arms, lending an understanding ear, offering a shoulder to cry on, screwing my little brains out, eating my desperate pussy, or letting me feast on his luscious cock. 

There wasn't anything I couldn't ask of him online. Requests ranged from cumming on my face, in my hair, on my tits, on my ass, down my throat, inside or all over my cunt; to fingering or tonguing my asshole; to jerking off for me and letting me get off for him; to fucking my tits; to bending me over a variety of objects and taking me from behind; to allowing me to ride him forward and backward; to slapping my ass and pulling my hair. 

Out of the blue, one day, he gave me his very real cell phone number, and asked me to call him at work. I was extremely wary of making that call, since voice was the next level up, and I rationally knew that it wasn't a good idea to escalate things with this man. But when it came to him, rational thought had a tendency to fly right out the window. So I called. 

Our first few conversations were just that: an exchange of thoughts, insights, stories. Before long, though, I began to torture him by relating what I'd like to be doing to him. His prick would harden as he sat at his desk, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. The thought of arousing him halfway to insanity--where his whole body tensed up and his dick strained against his pants, begging to be freed--gave me a heady sense of sexual power, and made my own body crave the relief that only orgasm could provide. 

Luckily, he found a way of providing it. On lunch breaks, he'd head outside, find a quiet spot, and painstakingly describe how he'd tease me, suck me, lick me, feed me, fuck me. Driven by raw lust, I'd start off by teasing my snatch, two fingers lightly dancing around my clit, then massaging it gently, and finally, pressuring it forcefully, shoving those two fingers into my dripping hole, curling them up and around my pelvic bone, and pounding my g-spot. 

His voice fuelled me, the images he evoked made me insane, my soft moans became loud groans, mild oaths, breathless ohs and ahs, strong curses, then all-out screams as I climaxed with an intensity that made my whole being quiver. Even after he hung up the phone, I continued making myself cum every four or five minutes, until I was too spent to go on. 

From phone, we agreed to move on to cam. I didn't even feel any hesitation anymore; it was the next logical step. Because my home office door had no lock, it was too risky for me to turn on my cam while my family was around. He therefore did the showing, and I did the watching. 

After a long cybersession, I'd eagerly look on as he jerked off, initially stroking his rock hard cock at varying speeds, his head thrown back in ecstasy, then picking up the pace when orgasm neared, his face contorting, tears streaming down his face, his voice muted so as not to wake his family, his cum finally erupting in jets. Licking my lips, I'd imagine the taste of his hot seed in my mouth, or the feel of it on my body. 

While we both enjoyed this one-sided viewing tremendously, he longed to see me cum, too. But since he couldn't cam from work during the day, and I couldn't cam from home at night, he decided he'd have to play hooky so we could spend a few hours watching each other climax. 

He booked the time off work to enjoy what we referred to thereafter as "hooky day". It seemed like years before it actually arrived, and then suddenly, there I was, totally naked in front of my cam for the very first time. 

Surprisingly, it made me very shy, and it took me a while to get comfortable with the idea of showing him my bare tits and pussy. Patiently, he talked me through it, his voice, as always, rendering me mad with lust, coating my twat with juices, making me ache for him so badly that I was prepared to do anything at all. 

We gave each other a guided cam tour of our bodies, going from head to toe, and his groan was highly audible when he saw my shaved, soaking cunt for the very first time. The rest was easy: vivid descriptions of what each would do to the other's every part, my cam turned to my snatch, his cam focused on his dick as he played with it, stroked it with a tight fist, hand moving up and down the length of his shaft, precum oozing from the tip. 

My eyes didn't move from the screen, transfixed yet again by the sight of him jerking, but my hand, in sharp contrast, was in constant motion, first just running along my thighs, coming close to my pussy on many occasions, but never quite touching it, driving him almost as crazy as I was driving myself. 

From there, a few light brushes, barely grazing my lips, his breath catching with every contact. Then a single finger penetrating the swollen folds, running up and down my drenched slit, but purposely avoiding my hard clit. 

It was slow torture for both of us. Eventually, I couldn't take it any longer. It was too much to watch him work his incredible prick, to show off my sodden cuntflesh, and not to give in to the need to make myself cum. I loved seeing him play with himself, but I was also getting off on exposing myself to him. 

Horny enough to burst, I took it up a notch, rubbing my hungry clit with my palm, and pushing one, two, three, then four fingers into my twat, lapping the wetness a bit before beginning to pump in earnest, my ass lifting off the chair as my hips bucked up, and my feet on the desk--one on either side of the keyboard--providing leverage for each thrust. 

So needy then that I could scream, I grabbed a large tit with my other hand, and lifted it to my mouth, sucking on the nipple. Hearing his moan, and wanting an even sharper sensation, I clamped my teeth down on it... hard. I winced and whimpered; he cried out, "Oh, fuck". 

I continued to bite my embattled tit and pound my desperate pussy, my muscles clenching around my invading fingers, bringing me close to orgasm, feeling it approach only to have it elude me. The screams mounted in my throat, my body knotted up, my legs began to tremble--climax mere seconds away--when he went over the edge, his rod pulsing more times and shooting more cum than I had ever seen. 

Pulling my teeth from my nipple so I could scream out loud, pinching it with my thumb and forefinger instead, holding my palm steady on my mound, keeping my long fingers buried deep inside me, I came so hard that I nearly passed out. 

I don't know how many times we both climaxed on "hooky day", but I do know that I broke records. It was one of those experiences you never forget, and it proved what I think I already knew the day he and I met: I had to see him in person, feel what is was like to touch him, kiss him, hold him, suck him, ride him, taste him, have him on me, under me, around me, and in me. He agreed wholeheartedly. 

It took a great deal of planning, organizing and scheming, but six weeks later, we met part way between our homes, in a nondescript hotel, in a midsize city where nobody would recognize us. His family was away, so he travelled the night before to check into the room, and I met him late the following morning. 

I'd been such a bundle of nerves ever since we arranged the meeting that I feared I'd throw up on his shoes as soon as he opened the hotel room door. But when I saw him standing there, all I wanted to do was hold him. I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him so close that my breasts pushed into his chest, buried my face in his neck, and didn't move. 

He was somewhat more pragmatic, turning my head so he could cover my mouth with his and kiss me deeply, his tongue darting between my lips, his taste finally filling my senses. I sucked hungrily at his probing tongue, and again, I'd have willingly stayed that way for a week beyond forever, but he took matters into his own hands--literally--and led me to the small living room sofa. 

No sooner had we sat down than I went back to hugging him. Surprising as it may seem, my need to feel his body close to mine was, at the time, even greater than my need for sex. Luckily, his need for sex superseded, and he pulled away, stood up, and undid his pants. Presented with the possibility of touching his cock, stroking it and sucking it, my desire to sit there like a moron and just hold him evaporated pretty damn quickly. 

I hastily reached out to pull his dick out of his briefs, looking in awe at the object of my desire, seen so often on cam, now in my hand, and very rapidly in my mouth. Teasing the head--one of my favourite forms of foreplay--suddenly seemed unimportant. I wanted to taste all of him, have him fill my mouth. I therefore opened wide, and took his tip to the back of my throat, gagging slightly, but reveling in the feeling of completeness, as if his cock had always belonged there. 

Sucking in my cheeks, I slowly began to pull back, swabbing his head with my tongue, then push forth, gradually increasing the pace and the suction. He immediately began moaning, and placed his hand on my head to guide me. His reaction made my pussy pound out a hard beat. Fully aroused now, I felt my juices start to ooze, a wet spot forming on my thong, and spreading rapidly. 

Either he sensed my need, or he was answering a call all his own, but he pushed me down onto my back, hastily removed my shorts and panties, and got between my legs, bending his head, his tongue already out. 

Yes, his tongue. I could write an entire ode to his tongue. In fact, I nearly came the second it touched my then soaking twat, licking my swollen, pink lips, totally flat as it ran the length of my slit, curled as it took hold of my aching clit. It was like an electric pulse had been sent through my entire body, and I groaned so loud that I could hear the sound echo through the room. 

After that, I lost all capacity for thought. There was his mouth, his lips, his tongue; they were on me, over me, in me; I was overcome by sensations I'd never felt in my life; and before I even knew it, I was wracked by a powerful orgasm, screaming, writhing, tearing at his hair, my whole body shaking from the rapture. 

He didn't stop there. He kept working my pussy until I had cum lord alone knows how many times, and was drenched with perspiration, my hair limp from humidity, my palms cold and sweaty. That's when my mind returned--or rather, the part of my mind that knew I had to fuck him immediately, if not sooner. 

I had him sit on the couch, and climbed into his lap, my body facing him, my legs straddling him. He knew I loved this position, and we both moved this way and that to make it work, but the cheap sofa cushions kept giving way under us. 

Frustrated, but laughing, we gave up and moved to the bedroom. In spite of our plans to screw anywhere and everywhere, we gave in to our desperation, and jumped on the conveniently placed bed. 

He reached for a condom on the nightstand (always practice safe sex, kids!), practically ripped the package open with his teeth, rolled the condom on, tore his shirt off, lay down on his back, grabbed for me, and pulled my trembling frame onto him. I glided his very stiff dick into my slick hole, and impaled myself on it. 

Holy crap! He was finally inside me, and I thought the world could end right then and there and I'd die a happy woman. I closed my walls around him, and watched his face intently, removed my top and bra, and set my tits free. Then I nearly lost consciousness when he touched them. His fingers were like matches, setting me on fire wherever they came in contact with my bare flesh. 

We began to hump, bump and grind, and before long, I was riding him like a woman obsessed. Though part of me wanted him to stay buried deep inside me, most of me wanted him to pound the hell out of my cunt. His hips bore down as my body rose, and flexed up as my body fell, causing a cataclysmic crash that made me lose track of reality once more. 

I was overcome by an animal instinct to just hump, buck and squeeze him, until I climaxed with loud shrieks and a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush. 

Much more disciplined than I, he managed not to cum. He waited until my body had let the orgasm, aftershocks and tension ebb, then he rolled me over, pulled my ass high in the air, knelt behind my raw, exposed and dripping pussy, and drilled his dick right into me, instantly lighting me up like a Christmas tree, my hands curling into fists, and my nails digging into my palms. 

He then jackhammered that fine, solid piece of meat into me countless times, until I was screaming out again, and he finally blew his load, yelling and swearing pretty impressively himself. 

Since neither of us was exactly a youngster, we both collapsed after that. On our backs, holding hands, trying to catch our breath and stave off respective heart attacks, we talked until our pulse rates returned to normal. Then, after he cleaned up, we had a coffee break. No joke. A little pause in fucking to properly caffeinate is highly recommended. 

Our coffee finished, we went back to the business of sex. At my request, he'd come equipped with massage oil. Lying on my stomach, my head buried in the crook of my arm, I moaned and sighed while he covered me in the soothing liquid, rubbed it in with strong hands, and worked it deep into my muscles, both relaxing me to near-sleep, and turning me on at the same time. There was just something about his touch that made my whole body go off like fireworks on the fourth of July. 

When he got to my shoulders, his cock was positioned between my ass cheeks, and slid along the crack with each move. Every time the hardness touched my hole, I writhed. Anal stimulation was one of my many weaknesses, and my wriggling reminded him of a request I'd made beforehand. He therefore lubed his finger with massage oil, and gently inserted it part way into my asshole. 

That just about took me to the brink. As he drove that finger ever deeper, I was beside myself with lust. There wasn't a single part of me that wasn't begging to be fucked. 

Somehow, he knew exactly what I wanted. Withdrawing his finger from my anus, he poked only the slick head of his cock inside in its place, just hard and long enough to make me shriek, removed that and put his finger back where it was, and ran his prick along my completely soaked slit while he prepared another condom. 

Then, without notice, he rammed that fat dick right into my quivering twat. Contracting and expanding my muscles around him, already aroused beyond the humanly possible, I came within minutes, louder than ever, and he followed shortly thereafter. 

Another heart attack aversion break was required. He lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling, and I watched him, getting hornier and hornier by just looking at his naked, sweaty body. I knew I couldn't ask him to do me again that soon, but my cunt was twitching once more and demanding attention. 

I was on my stomach, so I simply reached a hand down under my hips, and began rubbing my clit quite insistently with two fingers, massaging it roughly, then raking those fingers along my slit, only to go back to massaging. He must have heard the wet, sloshing sound, since he left the room, came back moments later, got on his knees, and started stroking his cock. 

I watched him raptly, following the movement of his hand closely, timing my rhythm to his, totally getting off on seeing him jerk. He was equally enthralled. Before long, I felt the familiar approach of orgasm, sped up my finger work, creating tremendous friction on my clit, and cumming hard. 

My screams and shudders fuelled him into a frenzy, and he straddled my hips so he could spray his jizz all over my ass and back. Fuck, it felt good to have his hot seed cover my skin. I rubbed in what I could, and scooped up the rest with deft fingers, carrying it to my mouth, then licking and sucking those fingers clean... another fantasy fulfilled. 

The afternoon was wearing on, and there was still so much we wanted to do to and for each other. Most of all, we wished to make sweet love, to affirm the way we felt for one another. Slowly, adoringly, and with all the emotion of the preceding months, we made that wish come true. 

Sharing long, lingering kisses, holding hands, entwining fingers, gently moving our bodies in perfect sync, thrusting as one, feeling all of the need, but none of the urgency, we climaxed like a soft song: powerfully, but pleasingly. Then we lay in each other's arms, and basked in the afterglow, until we were once again gripped by lust. 

Eager to fulfill another fantasy, he placed me on my back, and I held the sides of my ample breasts, waiting for him to straddle my torso before closing them around his beautiful cock, and pushing them together to fully envelope it. He then began titfucking me, letting me lick the tip of his rod each time it pushed through my flesh. 

As he sped up, it became increasingly difficult to swipe my tongue over his head--more of a hit or miss affair--but I compensated by closing my tits even tighter around him, completely engulfing him, then pulling them apart... together and apart... together and apart. 




Same Time Next Year



When I felt his dick pulse, and knew that it would soon be spurting ropes of cum onto my chest--and, as expressly requested by me, onto my my face--I let go of my tits, and simply waited for the spray. He painted me in his spunk, and I felt as if I'd been given a glorious trophy. Still hungry for the taste of him, I gathered all that I could with my fingers and tongue, swallowing it down greedily. 

Then, all too soon, the clock showed that it was time for me to get ready to leave. Still, I couldn't stand to spend a single second without him, so I invited him to shower with me. Under the hot water, I knelt to suck his cock, but after a few heavenly minutes, he pointed out that it would take too long and make me late. He therefore helped me to my feet, but surprisingly, knelt before me instead. 

Within seconds, his gifted tongue was between my folds once more, making me lose the last vestiges of what used to be my mind. Tonguing, licking, nipping and kissing, he brought me to orgasm three times in a matter of three minutes. And with the water going, I was free to scream to my heart's content, which I did with gusto. I fear that many hotel patrons lost partial hearing that fateful day. 

Once my legs stopped shaking and I could stand up straight again, I washed his body, he washed mine, and both of us resisted the tremendous urge to fuck again. The shower over, he left me to dress and dry my hair, my head filled with lustful thoughts of all the acts I still wanted to perform on and with him. They stayed in my head as we kissed goodbye, as I drove home, as the days passed, as the months rolled by, and they remain there still, 365 days later.



Same Time Next Year



As we ate we talked and joked about not being able to go on our dates. When we had finished and had cleaned up Joan and I retired to our bed. Now it was ok for us to strip each other. I looked and Jackie and Dick were doing the same. We cuddled in for our last night together. It was a soft and slow time and Joan and I fucked once before we drifted off to sleep. When I woke the next morning I thought to myself that this might be my last time with Joan. I slowly entered her and we got a good motion going, then I came deep in her pussy. As I pulled out of her she rolled over and said, "Are you going to do that again on the plane?" I looked and could not believe it but some time during the night the women had changed places and I had just fucked my own wife. I don't know why it was so exciting to have fucked Jackie but I went from shock to hardon in seconds. I was on her and in her fucking to beat the band. 

Just then a voice was heard from the other bed, "You guys are making a lot of noise. Don't you know people are trying to fuck over here." Dick realized that he had just fucked Joan. All the feelings I just had I could see in his face. He too rolled his wife over and was once again pounding into her. 

It was a very sorrowful morning as we all packed to go home. We knew we would most likely never see them again. Dick and I had bonded that week, even a little more than we would have liked, but the women "shared" and that some how is more than bonding. I thought we were all there doing the same things but I guess not. The women were crying and hugging. They exchanged e-mail addresses and promised to keep in touch. Finally we were packed and went down to check out. We decided to share a cab to the airport and with 4 in the back seat someone had to sit on someone's lap. The women were only wearing short skirts and no panties, they expected some action on the flight, which they got. Jackie sat on Dick's lap and we all got the same idea at the same time. Jackie pulled her skirt back and Dick opened his pants. Joan and I did the same and we had one last chance to fuck the other's wife. 

We got to the airport and had to pry the women apart so we could catch our flight. They were going to the east coast and we were headed for the west coast. The flight was more than enjoyable and once home we got back to our normal life. Jackie and I have never talked about that week. She and Joan e-mail back and forth and they may talk about it. We did not come back as some swing couple. We are not looking for anyone to share our bed and if it were offered we would not even consider it. We never even bring it up in our fantasy sessions though I do pretend that she is Joan sometimes and I'm sure she does the same with me though we have never told each other. 

Without saying a word all four of us know that one week each year we will check in to a hotel and go up to our room. Jackie will take her suitcase and kiss me goodbye and walk through the connecting door. When Joan and Jackie book our rooms that is the only thing they insist on. They don't care what city we are in or even what state or what country but the rooms had to be connecting. A few moments latter Joan will come walking through the same door suitcase in hand and kiss me hello and start to up pack. It makes me think of "Alice through the looking glass" my wife goes through and a woman that looks just like her comes out. 

For the next week we are inseparable and we do everything together except at night Jackie goes to Dick's room and Joan comes to mine. We keep the door open at all times. It makes things interesting to hear and see what is going on next door and it keeps us all together. Tuesday the four of us get together for Jackie's benefit and on Thursday it is for Joan's benefit. Wednesday morning we change partners till the following morning. The women seldom do their Friday activities and on the rear times they do they require the same payment which Dick and I both feel is a small price to pay. Saturday morning Joan packs her suitcase and kisses me goodbye and steps through the looking glass and my wife steps back and kisses me hello. We all go down to check out and share a cab to the airport, which is still the last fuck; sometimes with our wives and sometimes with the other's wife. 

We get to the airport and bid our farewells and as we walk away Jackie always yells, "See ya!" to which Joan always comes back with, "Same time next year!"