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My Wife The Hero Ch. 01

By: Jay2Kay



I pull into the drive way beyond stressed after another ten hour day at work. But, I have to put my happy face on for my wife and kids; they can't know how miserable I am. The happier I am, the happier they are. For the past six months the company owner has been riding our backs, pilling on the work that others once did but is now my responsibility due to budget cut layoffs. Fucking prick thinks we have all the time in the world while he strolls in around ten in the morning and leaves at three in the afternoon. He thinks he's being motivational when he says our sacrifice is for the good of the company. Bullshit! It's for the good of his fucking wallet. 

I hardly see my kids anymore aside from their school events. Tim and Tina, my wonderfully talented and intelligent twins are in their senior year of high school this year. I have no idea how I ended up so lucky with two, next-to-perfect kids, but they make me proud. Tim is your typical football quarterback and team captain, not to mention track star in the 400 and 200 meter sprints; he's a good-looking kid with a new girlfriend ever couple of weeks it seems. Tina is my beautiful and intelligent daughter; you'd think she'd be a cheerleader with her looks, but she's a bookworm and I couldn't be prouder. After the fall semester ended, she announced she's in the running for class valedictorian. She's the ASB class president and is involved in the drama club as well. Between their busy school schedules and my work; weekends are the only times I get to see them, and it's typically at their extracurricular activities.

During Football season, I have a running deal with the Vice President of the company to put in extra hours Monday through Thursday so I can be off in time for my son's football games on Friday nights. That all changes, though, when track season rolls around. He understands I can't make it to all of his Thursday dual meets (if the school is too far away) but I'm at every track invitational on Saturdays and when league finals and the southern section CIF meets come, I do my best to adapt my work schedule to when his races are. Luckily those particular meets start later in the day and his events aren't until the evening, so I'm typically able to make it there in time. 

Tina's plays and musicals typically run from Wednesday nights through Saturday nights, so right after Tim's track meets or football games, we grab dinner on our way to the school and rush to her performance. I live for the weekends, as you can see. I owe a lot to that man allowing me to have the schedule I do, but I foresee problems arising because of the owner.

As much as I love my kids, my wife, Amanda, is my pride and joy. She's the glue that keeps the family healthy and happy. Despite my complaints about overworking, I do make a decent living for our family that allows my wife to be a stay-at-home mom. All she ever wanted to be was a wife and mother, not that she won't work if she has to. In fact, in the early years at the company I currently work for, she did work full time as well. The kids weren't born yet, so they weren't a reason to stay home. So, she got a receptionist job for a dealership and even worked her way up into sales within a few months. For six years we were rolling in the cash until she got pregnant and decided she was done working for Mercedes and wanted to stay at home and be a mom. By then I'd gotten a couple decent raises and a promotion so, we figured we could afford it, especially after the savings we'd built up from her job. 

With the smart way we budgeted our lives while we both worked, we were able to live off of my paychecks and save most of hers while still being able to enjoy life with a portion of what she made. We took some great vacations before the kids were born and have even taken some great ones as a family over the years, but we tried to live modestly so we could continue to grow our savings. I won't go into specifics, but Amanda was the top salesperson for Mercedes in Southern California and made six figures a year, hands down. 

As the head of accounting, I pull in a decent wage. I'm almost making what my wife made in sales at Mercedes finally, but for years I was lucky to bring home 50K a year, which was just enough for us to live semi-comfortably on in north Orange County. After my second promotion which put me in my current position eight years ago, we were able to move into a nicer area and moved down to south Orange County to the beautiful city of Laguna Niguel. We're minutes from the beach and a matter of a couple hours from the mountains. My kids go to a great school with a wonderful education. Both of them have scholarships to the colleges of their choice, full rides at that. I'm grateful, even though I know we can afford to pay for their schooling, at least partially. 

I push my car door open and loosen my tie as I head into the house, carrying my suit coat over my arm. The alarm system beeps, announcing the door opening; the smell of a delicious dinner invades my nostrils; Amanda's cooked up some salmon, one of my favorites. 

I leave my coat on the banister, intending to take it up with me when I go to bed later. I remove my tie and drape it over my coat before heading into the kitchen where Amanda is putting the finishing touches on dinner. 

"Jeff? Is that you?" Amanda calls out.

"Hey, baby," I call back before entering the kitchen.

She finishes what she's doing with the salmon and then washes her hands in the sink before greeting me. Her wavy brown hair floats off her shoulders gently as she turns towards me; her gray-blue eyes almost squint as they smile as much as her perfect lips do. She has a light dusting of freckles on her soft cheek bones that are just barely visible on her olive complexion. Underneath her apron she's wearing a sexy black dress as if she's ready for a date night.

"You look amazing," I say as she crosses the kitchen floor to kiss me.

"Thank you," she says and then plants her mouth on mine, slipping her tongue between my lips in search of mine. I run my hands down her sides and then grab her taught ass. I'm amazed at the shape we're both in at 45. 

We got married right after I started my job where I work now which was almost immediately after college. Whoever says that Fraternities don't do anything for you is full of shit. If it hadn't been for their letters of recommendation, I never would have gotten my foot in the door. Anyway, both of us have kept in great shape over the years; partly because we enjoy being active, and partly because we have a great sex life that keeps us...well...active. If you were to see my wife, though, you'd think she was barely in her 30s, let alone halfway through her 40s. I guess I look pretty decent, too, though not as good as she does. Since she doesn't work anymore, she goes to the gym religiously every morning and I try to go when I can but haven't been very successful the past few months. I get a short workout in at the gym at work, but all that does is keep me from getting pudgy. 

"How was your day?" she asks after breaking our passionate kiss.

"Better now," I tell her.

She blushes. "You're sweet. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she says, kissing me quickly on the lips again. "All that's left are the potatoes. Why don't you go up and shower and put something nice on. We're meeting Andy and Dana for drinks later, remember?" 

"Shit, that's right, I did forget. Is it really Friday already?" I ask.

"Yep! Good thing football season is over, huh?" she jokes.

I chuckle. "Yeah, or else I'd be in trouble with Tim right now. Where are the kids?"

"Tim is out with his new girlfriend," Amanda rolls her eyes.

"Another new one?"

"Yep! Abby, I think, is her name. Anyway, they're out and Tina is at the first dress rehearsal for her new play. Don't forget that next Wednesday night is opening night," she reminds me. "She's the lead this time and would like us to be there, though she understands if you can't make it for the whole thing. We can always go again Saturday. Anyway, after rehearsal, she's staying the night at Renee's house and won't be home until tomorrow night. They have an all-day rehearsal and set design day tomorrow to get them caught up on the props for the play."

"Sometimes I think that girl is busier than I am," I shake my head.

"Sometimes she is," Amanda laughs. "But, she loves what she's doing and doesn't come home nearly as stressed as you do," she points out.

"Fair enough."

"Go take a shower and hurry back down for dinner, babe," she instructs, so I obey.

"I love you," I say as I turn towards the stairs.

"I love you more!" she calls after me, putting a smile on my face. And just like that, my shitty day is nearly washed away.

I start the water for my shower and strip out of my clothes, allowing the water to heat up. Stepping into our large, tiled shower with multiple showerheads, the glass walls and door are already steaming up. I step under the water and let the heat and the strong stream massage my aching muscles. I may not have a physically demanding job, but my shoulders and neck still ache from sitting behind a computer screen most of the day, typing up reports and drawing up presentations for board meetings. 

After a couple minutes of rubbing out my shoulders and neck, I quickly wash up and then shut the water off. I dry off with the plush, white towel Amanda set out for me before I came home and then walk into the passage between the bathroom and the bedroom with two walk-in closets on either side. I open the one to my right and look for my nicest suit, but it's not in there. I glance to my left and see it lying on our king-sized bed. With a grin and a shake of my head, I marvel at how blessed I am to be married to that woman. I have no idea how I got so lucky to have met her. 

I pull on my pants and then go to the bathroom mirror and shave off the stubble that's grown since this morning, leaving my neatly trimmed beard and mustache as I left it this morning; it should be fine for a few more days. I splash on the aftershave I know my wife likes and spray on a bit of cologne as well. Once I'm finished getting dressed, I head back downstairs and find the lights turned off and a soft glow coming from the dining room. 

I turn the corner and find Amanda setting our plates down on one end of the long table with two long candles between them, spread apart enough for us to see each other clearly. The fancy chandelier above is dimmed to a low, romantic setting as well. Amanda's skin has a soft glow to it as she sits in her seat, but I'm frozen in place, amazed at my wife. With the simplest of acts, like a romantic dinner or a sensual kiss when I come home, just melts away the shitty day I had. 

"Are you gonna sit down?" she asks with an amused giggle.

I grin and cross the room to her side of the table. I lean over her and she lifts her head up to meet me with a kiss. Once again our tongues meet and this time embrace each other. When I break our Spider-Man/Mary Jane style kiss, I take my seat across the table from her and spread the cloth napkin over my lap. 

"This meal looks amazing," I compliment her.

"Thank you," she says and cuts into her salmon filet with her fork. 

"So, where are we meeting Andy and Dana for drinks?" I ask, also cutting into the flaky meat. The flavor is rich and savory with its garlic butter sauce.

"Oh, some classy place they like," she says annoyed. 

As much as she loves her best friend, Dana, the couple gets on her nerves. Andy is a big time TV producer in Hollywood and Dana is an actress, even though she hasn't done anything since the show she met Andy on the set of flopped. Andy makes a killing with his new crime show that is in its third season and still going strong. 

"Great, how long do you want to stay?" I ask with a mischievous grin.

Amanda laughs. "As long as we're still having a good time. I think they might try and seduce us again, though."

I shake my head. Our friends became swingers not long after they got married, always hooking up with other couples and sharing each other's spouses. One night at a club, we switched dancing partners, which was fine with us; it was all in good fun and we were all good friends. But when Andy started feeling up my wife and Dana grabbed my crotch right there on the dance floor, we'd had enough. I pushed Dana away gently and she apologized, thinking we were all on the same page. When I saw Andy grab Amanda's ass, I grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him across the dance floor, taking out a few patrons as I did. He looked shocked but stayed down, not bothering to confront me in the club. The music died down and I apologized to everyone who'd been hurt, paid their tabs, tipped the DJ and left the club with my wife close behind.

"If that happens, we're cutting ties with them," I tell her.

She shrugs. "Maybe it'd be fun."

I look at her like she's crazy. "Are you serious? Andy's disgusting."

She looks up at the ceiling as she pictures him. "Yeah, you're right. Dana's hot though. What if we got her away from him sometime?"

I can't believe what I'm hearing. "You're joking right?"

"What? You don't think she's attractive?"

"I think you're attractive," I tell her.

She smiles at me. "That's sweet, but you can't honestly tell me you've never fantasized about her in the shower."

"You know who I fantasize about in the shower? You," I say adamantly. 

She reaches across the table and takes my hand. 

"I love you," she says.

"And I love you, more than any other person on this planet."

"And I know that, but that doesn't mean we don't fantasize about what it might be like with someone else," she says and she's right. 

I sigh. "Fine, I did when we first met her, but when they tried to pull their shit on us at the club, I lost all respect for them. Mostly Andy, to be honest, but both of them, really."

"Fair enough. But," she says hesitantly, "what if they weren't together anymore?" 

I look at her skeptically. "What aren't you telling me?"

She sets her fork down on her plate and folds her hands in front of her face. "Andy is divorcing Dana. It's really just her we're meeting tonight."

As much as they had pissed me off that night, I never wished either of them ill will. "Are you serious? What happened?"

Amanda shrugs and picks her fork back up again. "Andy cheated on her and she caught him in bed with a girl from the set."

I sigh and shake my head again. "I knew he'd do something like that. Especially when they brought that new chick onto the show; it's her huh?" I ask.

Amanda nods. "And her husband."

"Wait, what?"

"It's exactly what you think. The chick's husband was lying on the bed and Andy and she were both going down on him, sharing his cock," Amanda said.

I about lose my appetite. "What did Dana do?" I ask.

"They tried to invite her in, but Dana was disgusted. The one rule they had in their swinging was they would only share spouses, no same-sex mesh-ups. The only exception to the rule is if they picked up someone together and it was always another woman. Dana had no idea he had homosexual tendencies."

"That seems like a double standard," I say.

"Oh, the gay thing isn't what bothered her. She said if he'd been upfront about that from the start, she wouldn't have cared. She actually thought it was hot, but she didn't like being lied to all these years. If he lied about that, what else could he be lying about?"

"Oh, well, I guess that makes sense," I say and resume eating my dinner.

"Plus, their biggest rule was to do these things together. He did it behind her back. To them it's not cheating if they fuck others together, but since he did it without telling her about it, he cheated on her."

I shake my head. "They had a fucked up relationship," I say. "That's why I stand by monogamy. That way there's no wondering if the other is cheating."

"So, I guess that's a big no on a possible threesome with her?" Amanda asks; I can't tell if she's joking.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"Of course I am!" she bursts out in the laughter.

"About all of it?" I ask.

"No, just the threesome part. Shit, I'd have to be really drunk to do that."

"Then we better be careful tonight," I say and take a sip of the wine Amanda poured for us.

We talk about our day through the rest of our delicious meal and then clear the table, deciding to leave the dishes to be cleaned in the morning. Then we take a cab to the bar to meet Dana. I was prepared for a night of waterworks, but it doesn't go that way at all. Dana is perfectly charming and actually a lot of fun. We do drink a lot, though, which I think is part of Dana's plan. She's had a crush on both of us for a long time and now that Andy is out of the picture, and she'll be financially set for the rest of her life most likely (as long as Andy continues to be a successful producer), tonight is her first attempt to get us both into bed. At least, that's my assumption. 

"Why don't I get this round?" I offer about halfway through the night. Dana's been using Andy's credit card to pay for the night thus far. 

"You are so sweet," Dana says, grabbing my hand. She pulls me closer and then kisses me on the cheek. It's innocent enough, so I give her a friendly smile and then head for the bar. As I wait for our drinks, I watch Dana and my wife as they talk. They laugh uncontrollably on the sofa in our private section of the club. Oh, that's another thing; Dana had told Amanda it was a bar, but it turned out to be a new club she'd been anxious to check out. We don't care, though; we're here in support of our friend.

But my jaw drops when I see Dana lean in for a kiss and Amanda doesn't stop her. I guess Amanda's at that level she'd told me about. That or she was planning this. When Dana sits back against the sofa, though, Amanda looks in my direction looking suddenly sober and scared. I know her well enough to know that the look she's giving me is one of fear. She hadn't anticipated Dana kissing her in that moment and had been too shocked to stop it. I wasn't upset; Dana is borderline trashed as it is.

"That'll be twenty-five," the bartender says and I pay the tab. 

"Close Dana out as well," I say pointing at the ladies in our section. The bartender recognizes her and sees how wasted she looks and then gives me a nod. He returns a minute later with two receipts; I sign both and return to our area with our final drinks. Dana drinks her appletini quickly, while Amanda looks at me apologetically. 

"Don't worry about it, I saw the whole thing. I'm not upset; she's wasted and dealing with her divorce," I assure her.

Amanda kisses me passionately. "You are the greatest husband ever," she says.

"It's easy when I have the greatest wife ever," I tell her.

"Oh, you two are so cute it makes me want to vomit," Dana slurs. 

"I think that's the appletini, Dana," I say and she laughs, but her face suddenly turns green, and not from the flashing lights above the dance floor. 

"I think you're right," she says.

"Here, let's get you out of her," Amanda offers and helps Dana to her feet. Amanda takes her to the nearest bathroom and they force their way to the front of the line, with threats of vomit getting all over their skimpy dresses and expensive shoes. I finish my drink and then call for a cab to take us home.

Twenty minutes later, Dana looks a little better, though still under the weather.

"Why don't we get you home?" I suggest and she nods.

"I'm sorry," she apologizes. 

"No need for apologies," I tell her. "These things happen."

"No, I mean, I'm sorry for kissing your wife."

I shrug. "I like kissing her, so I understand the appeal," I say with a wink and Dana smiles weakly. 

"You're a great guy, Jeff, you know that?" she says as I walk her through the club towards the exit.


My Wife The Hero Ch. 01



"I've been told," I say, winking at Amanda on the other side of Dana.

Once we're outside, the cab pulls up and the driver quickly opens the door for us. I tip him right away.

"That's not including the fair," I say giving him two twenties. I give him the address and request he take it easy on the speed and the turns. He sees how trashed Dana is and nods, understanding that any crazy driving will earn him a night of cleaning out puke from the backseat of his cab.

"Thank you, sir," he says and then I give him the address.

Amanda gets into the cab first and helps me load Dana in between us. Dana continually apologizes and compliments us on how great we are the whole hour and a half drive to her place in Ladera Ranch from Hollywood. When we reach Dana's luxurious house, I pay the cab driver and help Amanda get Dana into the house. Amanda fishes Dana's keys out of her purse and unlocks the door. The alarm goes off but Dana is barely coherent enough to speak.

"Fuck, what's the code, Dana?" Amanda demands.

She mumbles a few numbers.

"Wake up, Dana!" Amanda commands, slapping her cheek a little.

"Four-one-three-seven," she says and then Amanda enters the code. The alarm shuts off and the house goes silent. I pick Dana up while my wife shuts and locks the door behind us. I carry the drunken woman up the stairs to her room and lay her on the bed. 

"Let's at least get her dress and bra off or she'll be miserable in the morning," Amanda says and rolls Dana over. She unzips the sparkly green dress and then peels it down her body. Dana's already braless, so that's one less article to worry about. "Pick her up a second," she requests.

I pick Dana's nearly nude body up, admittedly admiring her full breasts as I do. She really does have an incredible, young body. Amanda pulls back the sheets and I lay Dana back down on the bed so Amanda can cover her up.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" Amanda teases me.

"Why wouldn't I? She's a sexy woman."

Amanda looks down at Dana and nods. "Yes, yes she is."

"Doesn't she have an indoor pool?" I ask.

Amanda looks at me mischievously. "You're bad; you wanna use her pool while she's sleeping?"

"I'd prefer her to be awake, but she's passed out drunk."

"I bet you'd like her to be awake," she teases more. 

I roll my eyes at my wife and then pull her into a tight embrace. "You're the only woman I truly want. And, I really want you, right now, in that pool."

Amanda kisses me and then takes my hand and leads me back downstairs. We head down a hallway across from the stairs and when we reach the end, Amanda opens the door to reveal an indoor pool. I don't smell the typical chlorine smell of most pools and I remember Andy talking about a non-chlorinated system. I can't remember the details, but Dana is allergic to chlorine, so he had to find something different. It was more costly, but neither of them seemed to care about money. Why would they when they have so much of it?

"Unzip me," Amanda requests, turning her back to me and pulling her long, brown hair out of the way. I reach up and grab the zipper with one hand and the fabric of her dress with the other. Slowly I pull the zipper down her back as I kiss the back of her neck and her shoulders. The dress opens up to me, revealing her sexy, smooth back down to her perfect, bubble butt. Her ass is probably my favorite feature on her body. 

With it unzipped, the sleek fabric suddenly pools in a pile of satin on the floor. She steps out of the ring her dress has created, revealing her completely nude body; she hadn't been wearing a bra or panties all night and I had no clue. It's almost as if she'd planned things to go this way. 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asks and then dives into the deep end of the pool.

I quickly strip down to nothing and messily jump into the pool after her. As soon as I pop out of the water, I hear my phone blaring Tim's ringtone. 

"Son of a bitch," I mumble.

"Hey!" Amanda complains.

"I didn't mean that literally," I laugh and she splashes me. "What should I tell our son?"

"Tell him he's on his own for the night and we'll be home in the morning. He can take care of himself. Have him tell his sister while you're at it," she says as I heft myself out of the pool. My cock sways, bouncing between my legs as I quickly walk to our clothes and fish out my cell phone as it stops ringing.

"Damn," I say and then call him right back.

"Hey, Dad, where are you guys?" he asks, picking up with barely a ring on my end.

"We're crashing at Dana's. You'll be alright on your own, right?" I ask.

"Yeah," he replies and I hear a girl giggling in the background.

"Be safe," I warn. "Let your sister know too, okay?"

"She's at Renee's house tonight, remember?"

"That's right. Have fun, be safe!" I emphasize. 

"I will, Dad, don't worry," he says and then hangs up. I grin; my son, the school stud fucking girls on the regular. I admit, I'm jealous of him; not that I wanted to be banging girls his age, of course not! I was just never like that in High School and it wasn't for lack of trying. I didn't come into my looks until college, and shortly after that I met Amanda. 

I move our clothes away from the pool so they don't get wet in case any water splashes over the edge and then return to the water. Amanda stares at me with "fuck me" eyes; her beautiful breasts float just below the surface, threatening to rise above; her long, slender arms extend along the edge of the pool, holding her in place while her legs gently tread the water below her. Her hair is slicked back and dripping wet, undoubtedly like her pussy must be. I dive back in and swim under the water towards her. With my eyes open in the un-chlorinated pool, I stare at her perfectly shaved pussy as I swim towards her. 

Popping up out of the water right in front of her, I pin her body to the wall with my own, rubbing my throbbing shaft against her belly. I plant my mouth on hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth, which she accepts greedily. She moves her arms to wrap them around my shoulders, but I hold them down against the edge. I feel her smile a little as we continue making out. I break our kiss and move my mouth down her cheek to her neck, kissing and licking along the way. I stop and give some attention to her jawline, just below her ear; it's an area I know drives her wild. I move up and nibble on her earlobe and then lick behind her ear.

"Mmm," she moans and her right leg slips around my left one; she begins to grind her smooth, slick pussy against my thigh which increases the pressure against my cock as it gets pinned between our bodies.

She gasps as I lower my head down to her neck and to her collarbone. I reach down and grab her ass to lift her up a little higher so I don't have to bend my neck so much. My fairly thick, seven inch cock presses against her abdomen, just above her love tunnel. She wraps her other leg around my waist for support, and to grind her pussy against my balls. It drives me insane in the best way, but I have to be patient before fucking her. I want to take my time and give her pussy a good eating. 

I lift her more and more out of the water as I travel down her body. Her legs wrap around my waist as I take one of her ample breasts into my mouth, sucking on her already hard nipple. Because of her olive complexion, she has big dark nipples with areoles two inches in diameter. I never tire of her amazing tits; she knows one of my favorite things is to slide my cock between them while she sucks the tip into her mouth as it pokes over the top of her mounds. I massage the opposite breast with my hand as I suck on the other, switching back and forth every minute or so. Wanting to get to my prize a little quicker, I lift her up out of the pool and sit her on the edge. She spreads her legs wide for me and I dive right in; both of us are losing our patience to draw this out much longer.

Her musky scent puts me into overdrive as I plant my mouth over her cunt. She grinds her pussy into my face, leaning back on her elbows. I wrap my right arm around her left leg which is bent with her foot planted on the smooth cement edge, and slide my other arm under her other leg dangling over the edge into the cool water to hold me in place as my body floats in the pool. Her groans turn to gasps and high pitched screams of pleasure as I attack her pussy with my mouth and tongue, shoving it as deep into her as I can. She bucks her hips involuntarily as I eat her out. One of her hands grabs a handful of my thick, brown hair, pressing my face tighter against her pussy since I'm holding her legs apart to keep them from suffocating me.

Amanda doesn't scream much when she's in the throes of passion, but her "oh's" and "yes's" spur me on to keep up what I'm doing, as does her continual fucking of my face. I increase my speed and her screams grow louder, echoing off the tile walls and soundproofed windows. I'm glad Andy put these windows in, or else Amanda would have woken even Dana even though she's passed out drunk upstairs. 

My amazing wife announces she's about to cum seconds before her body tenses up and her juices leak out onto my face, which I lap up greedily with my tongue. When she finally subsides from her orgasm, she bends down towards my face and kisses me, enjoying the taste of her own juices on my tongue and face. She even licks around my mouth to clean up what had dribbled out. 

"Holy shit that was amazing. Now it's my turn, let's see if I still have my swimmer's lungs," she challenges herself and then kisses me one last time before dropping into the water. She pops back up and takes a few deep breaths then winks at me right before dropping below the surface. 

She grabs my ass and pulls my cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down my shaft about halfway. After about thirty seconds, she comes up for air, gasps a few times and then resumes her blowjob. I'll tell you now, nothing beats having your dick sucked underwater. Granted there are many breaks every thirty to sixty seconds, but to feel the cool water hit your skin after her mouth leaves only to be replaced by her hot mouth and tongue again, over and over again is an indescribable sensation. She can usually only last a few minutes doing this, but I don't care because I almost prefer her pussy to her mouth. That's not to say she's bad at blowjobs; I just really love fucking my wife. 

The blowjob lasts maybe five or ten minutes before she can't continue anymore and quickly impales herself with my cock. Between being in the water and her natural lube from her secreting pussy, she slides on with ease. My balls press against her ass as her legs wrap around my waist, my cock buried deep in her pussy. Her perfect tits smash against my chest as our mouths lock together in another tongue wrestling match. She holds on tight as I turn and pin her against the wall in a shallower part of the pool. I begin slowly thrusting in and out of her slit, building up speed as we go. I place my mouth on her neck again as I fuck her, her light screams return as I begin to pound into her pussy harder and harder, faster and faster. I spin and hold her by the waist as her body falls towards the water. She extends and contracts her legs pounding into my cock as I slam into her. It's very much like that scene in Showgirls when they fuck in the pool, but my wife is ten times hotter than that chick. 

Water splashes wildly as we fuck. I pull her back up to my chest and plant my mouth on hers as we move closer to the shallow end of the pool. When we reach the arched steps, I set her down, turn her around and take her from behind. She holds onto the stainless steel railing for support as I fuck her on the steps. She looks at me over her shoulder, switching from horny growls to screams of ecstasy and back again, over and over. I slap her ass and squeeze her soft but firm cheeks as I pound into her like a piston. Finally I feel my orgasm build and she knows it from my quickened pace. She demands me to fill her up with my seed so I slam into her even harder, fucking her brains out until I finally explode my hot, sticky seed into her snatch; four big blast of jizz fill her pussy followed by a few smaller releases. My orgasm triggers a second orgasm from her, mixing our love juices together in a hot, sticky mess. 

I nearly collapse on top of her, but I twist and sit down on the steps with her still impaled on my cock. We recline there together, catching our breath as our heart-rates slowly come down. I feel like I've just run a fast 5k, which I haven't done in a while due to work. But, I don't think about that right now; I just marvel at my gorgeous, loving wife who never fails to satisfy my every need. I can only hope I satisfy hers. By the way she kisses me, though, I think I have. I lightly massage her tits as we gently make out again.

"Well, that was hot," Dana says from the wooden bench lining the windows, wearing nothing at all.



My Wife The Hero Ch. 02



"Well, that was hot," Dana says from the wooden bench lining the windows, wearing nothing at all.

We gawk at her, unsure of what to say. Obviously neither of us knows how long she's been sitting there watching us, but by how much her thighs and neatly trimmed pussy glisten with moisture, I assume she caught most of the show.

"Did we wake you?" Amanda asks.

Dana laughs. "Are you kidding me? I wasn't nearly as drunk as you thought," she says, sitting up from her reclined position to lean forward, causing her very lovely breasts to dangle and sway gently.

"How much did you see?" I ask, unsure if I'm angry or aroused by her voyeurism. 

"I heard you call your son back," she explains. "When I saw you heading in this direction to fuck on the steps, I slipped out the door and watched from the window. But, as soon as I saw you two going at it and never looked my way, I quietly sneaked back in and finished myself off."

I feel my dick start to twitch. As conflicted as I am, my cock seems sure of himself. I'm definitely aroused, even if I'm a little upset that she'd spied on us.

"So, what do we do now?" Dana asks teasingly, an impish grin on her pretty face. "Do we pretend it never happened? Do you two get angry and cut ties with me for watching you and leave? Or, do we take advantage of the fact we're all very horny and extremely naked?"

My cock twitches again and I scold myself, but Amanda presses her ass against me subtly; I think I know her answer, but I also know she'll go along with whatever I decide. We stare at Dana for a small eternity, unsure of which voice in my head to follow, or should I say which head to listen to? Amanda's hand begins to rub my leg; I look down and see her fingering her pussy slowly. I think about how selfless my wife is and how well she takes care of me and our kids without asking for anything in return. She'd hinted at dinner that she could be interested in exploring a possible scenario with Dana, but she also said she was kidding. Thinking back, though, I'd ignored the subtle look of disappointment in her eyes as I balked at the idea.

"Tell you what," Dana says. "I'll be up in my room. If you decide that this isn't what you want, I won't hold it against you and we can either go our separate ways or remain friends and pretend this never happened. However, if you think you'd like to explore your sexual desires a little, you know where to find me." 

And with that, she stands and walks to the door. She stops with the door open and turns towards us with a flirtatious smile and then leaves us alone in that poolroom. 

Amanda pulls away from me so she can face me and try and read my thoughts. I swear she's telepathic because she can read me and just about anyone in a matter of seconds and know almost exactly what they're thinking or feeling.

"What do we do?" she asks. She doesn't sound confused or scared; she's asking me what my decision is for the two of us. I go over the possibilities in my head and even consider my fears of each decision. Dana is a good friend to us both and I believe she will continue to be so and become an even better friend now that Andy's out of the picture; so I don't want to cut ties with her. However, I've never considered myself someone who could have multiple sex partners. Not that I'd ever consider fucking Dana without my wife there in the future if this night with her happens to go well; but that is a possible outcome. I've never been unfaithful to my wife, though, so I really don't see myself hooking up with Dana just because Amanda isn't available. Something in my wife's eyes, though, tells me she's concerned about Dana and that's a reason why she's considering her proposal of a threesome.

"You're worried about her, aren't you?" I ask.

Amanda nods. "I am. She's obviously still hurting from the divorce process and is reaching out to her friends for some love and support. Yes, we showed her plenty of that by taking care of her at the club and putting her to bed when she seemed to be completely trashed. I'm not happy about her playing up her drunkenness, but at the same time, I don't hold it against her because of what she's going through. I have no idea how I'd feel if I'd walked in on you in that kind of situation," she explains.

"You'll never find out because something like that will never happen. I've never wanted anybody but you and you know my sexual history because it's all been with you," I tell her.

"True and you know mine because I was upfront about it before we started dating," she tells me.

"So, if we do this together, nothing will change but the fact we've explored our sexuality together," I reason.

She smiles. "Not to mention it could be really fun. Dana really is smokin' hot," she adds.

A grin spreads across my face as well. "I won't lie; the thought did cross my mind as we put her to bed earlier. I guess seeing her like that is partially what made me so horny with you tonight."

"Oh, it triggered a bit of it for me too," she admits. 

I stand up and offer her my hand; she slips it into mine and we head for the door together, our decision is made.

As we enter Dana's enormous bedroom with king-sized bed for the second time tonight, we find her lying on her side, her head propped up on her right hand to watch us enter the room, still fully nude. We hadn't even bothered to carry our clothes up with us from the pool. Dana is all smiles and almost looks like she might cry from joy, but she keeps herself composed as she pushes herself up into a sitting position, curling her legs under her to plant her bubble butt on her heels. 

Build-wise, Dana and Amanda are fairly similar. Whereas Amanda has a naturally olive complexion, Dana's skin is a perfect golden tan from many days sunbathing completely naked in the privacy of her own backyard. Amanda's never mentioned any habits of Dana visiting a tanning salon, so I assume it's been done naturally by the hot, California sun. Her waist is a little smaller than Amanda's, not that Amanda's isn't sexy with her well-toned abs she's developed from daily visits to the gym. But, Dana's is naturally tight and flat due to her being fifteen years younger and never bearing children. Amanda works hard to look the way she does and I couldn't be prouder or happier. Dana's hips are narrower, which is less attractive to me since I love how wide my wife's hips spread. Amanda's ass is a perfect round shape, though Dana's is too, just without the wideness of bearing twins. 

Their biggest differences come with their hair and eyes since their breasts are similar in shape and size. Dana's are only slightly smaller, though not much. Whereas Amanda has bright, gray-blue eyes, Dana has more of a doe-eyed look with her dark brown eyes. As you know, Amanda has beautiful, wavy brown hair, but Dana's is curly and golden blonde. 

"I think you made the best decision of your life," Dana says.

I smile at her. "I think marrying my wife was the best decision I've made, but this is fairly close," I tell her.

"Of course," she agrees kindly.

Dana rises up on her knees and uses them to walk across her bed towards us.

"So, where shall we begin?" she asks looking at each of us in turn. Her eyes rest on Amanda, though. "How about a little kiss?" she suggests and then moves in slowly to press her lips against Amanda's. 

If I wasn't hard already, I'm certainly shooting up now. Their mouths opened and closed, separating just enough to see their tongues massaging each other as their heads tilted back and forth. Amanda's hands roam up and down Dana's body while one of Dana's caresses my wife's ass; her other one, though, reaches for my stiff cock. She holds on tightly and pulls me closer to the two of them. Once I'm close enough, they break their kiss and Amanda pulls me in the rest of the way, locking her lips on mine. A minute later, she pulls away and drops to her knees, taking more of my length into her mouth than she had in the pool. As she does that, Dana plants her mouth on mine, snaking her tongue between my lips. I kiss back apprehensively, unsure of how to respond to another woman kissing me, but then I remember she'd just made out with my wife for a couple minutes, so I let go of all my inhibitions and shove my tongue into her mouth. Dana moans back lustfully.

She lets go of my cock which allows my wife's mouth to slide the rest of the way down my shaft. The tip hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag momentarily. She pulls back and I hear her gasp for air. Dana runs her fingers through the hair on the back of my head, scratching me lightly as we continue to kiss passionately. I break our kiss and look down her body to see her rubbing her clit; turned on by this, I begin kissing her neck, slowly moving my way down to her gorgeous breasts. I grab ahold of one of them with my left hand and squeeze hard; Dana gasps a small scream before biting her lip and moaning aggressively; her voice is so raspy it's a borderline growl. With my other hand I squeeze one of her ass cheeks and begin massaging both of her sexy parts I'm clinging to. 

When I leave her neck, she thrusts her chest up at my face and I take her left breast into my mouth and suck on as much of it as I possibly can while I pinch and roll the nipple of her other tit. I slip my right hand under her ass and join her in fingering her pussy. I lube it up with her slick juices but then get suddenly distracted as my wife begins jerking my cock and sucking on my balls, one at a time. I'm glad of the fact she and I had fucked just a few minutes ago, so I'm in no real threat to blow my load just yet. 

With my freshly lubed finger full of Dana's pussy juices, I drag it back to her ass and press it against the puckered hole. It's tight as fuck, but she relaxes her hole and I slide my middle finger in up to the first knuckle. She lets out a long, sexy, moan and rocks back against my hand. I feel my wife's mouth leave my balls, so I look down to see where she's going. She's stretching her neck as far as she can to help Dana get off. She begins licking Dana's pussy with just the tip of her tongue, straining to reach more. Dana notices fairly quickly, so she quickly lowers herself down to Amanda's face.

Amanda releases my cock as I pull away to climb on the bed behind Dana. I get behind her on my knees, my raging hard on presses against her ass; Dana is torn between our ministrations to her lower body. I slide my cock between her cheeks without entering her beautiful asshole. 

"Yeah, eat that pussy," Dana says, slowly humping against my cock and Amanda's face. I look over Dana's shoulder, kissing her neck and shoulder in the process and see my wife looking up at us both, her eyes flickering between both of ours. "Isn't that the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" Dana asks, reaching back and running her fingers through my hair again.

"Yeah it is," I say and wink at my wife. Her eyes squint slightly the way they do when she smiles. 

"Oooh, that's the spot, baby," she says and puts her other hand on the back of Amanda's head. 

Amanda is fondling one of her beautiful breasts while furiously rubbing her pussy. Just the sight of what she was doing to Dana drove me mad. I massaged both of Dana's tits as I slowly rubbed my throbbing cock up and down between her cheeks. 

"I need you inside me," she whispers, just loud enough for Amanda to hear as well. "Lay back," she instructs and I obey. 

I crawl to the middle of the bed and rest my head on her plush pillows. Dana crawls over to straddle me but stops to examine my length. 

"You're so much bigger than Andy. How big are you?" she asks.

I shrug. "I've never really measured," I tell her.

"I have," Amanda says with a sly grin. "And he tends to grow the hornier he gets. Right now, I'd say he's just about over seven inches, but get him going and he'll push eight," Amanda says in such a sexy voice, I almost forget it's her and not a porn star possessing her body.

"That makes you almost twice what Andy was. Let me taste and lube you up before I shove this thing in my pussy," she says and then lowers her mouth to my cock. She takes my full length at an excruciatingly slow pace, fondling my balls as she does. She continues this as I reach for my wife. 

Amanda crawls across the huge bed and lies next to me. She kisses me but after a few seconds I break the kiss and shake my head. She looks at me confused and almost offended.

"I want your pussy on my face," I tell her, even though my breathing is starting to get a little more ragged from Dana's blowjob.

"If you want that in your pussy, you might want to take it easy on the BJ," Amanda laughs as she straddles my face. 

I dive in immediately, shoving my tongue in as deep as I can get it. Amanda begins bucking her hips almost as quickly, leaning against the wall for support with one hand while squeezing and pinching her nipples in turn with her other hand. My dick suddenly feels cool, so I know Dana's pulled her mouth off of me, but the cool is quickly replaced by incredible warmth and wetness much tighter than her mouth. Dana slowly sinks down onto my cock; her young pussy is so tight, I'm amazed I don't shoot off in her right away.

I push Amanda off my face temporarily. "How do you want to finish?" I ask Dana.

"Baby, just blast inside of me; I've had the surgery, I can't get pregnant," she tells me and then finally bottoms out on my cock.

"Fuck!" I gasp and press my head against Amanda's stomach. She lightly brushes her fingers through my hair as I recover and adjust to Dana's slick but tight pussy. 

"I knew you'd like how tight she is. Does it take you back to our college days?" she asks.

"Yeah, but you were better," I whisper.

"I heard that," Dana says but I hear the laughter in her voice. "Challenge accepted," she says and then begins riding me harder than I've ever been ridden before. Taking Dana up on her challenge, Amanda shoves her pussy back into my face and bucks her hips on my face almost as wildly as Dana is on my cock. It's pushing me to a system overload on my mind and body as the women compete for best fuck of my life. The only thing Dana doesn't realize is that I will always choose my wife, no matter what. For us it's our love that makes our sex so great, not just the actual act of fucking.

Amanda begins grunting as she grinds her pussy into my face as I fuck her with my tongue. Dana's raspy screams are muffled by Amanda's knees on either side of my head. I moan into my wife's pussy, and she groans louder but stops bucking her hips to press her pussy into my face as hard as she can. I grab her hips and pull her back some so I can breathe and just as I do, her juices explode all over my face, from just past my hairline to my chin. I lap up as much as I can until she finishes and collapses next to me.

I feel that familiar twinge in my cock telling me I'm about to cum. Amanda rolls over next to me, sucking in wind and trying to catch her breath. I watch as my cock vanishes and reappears while Dana rides me. She pulls on her nipples, twisting them as her screams grow louder and louder. I reach down and grab her hips, pulling her down harder as I drive my cock into her pussy. The tension in my cock grows until I can't hold it back anymore. I finally explode in her pussy, splashing her walls with my seed. My orgasm finally triggers her own, her thick, creamy juices mixing with mine and flowing out onto my abdomen. 

Dana collapses on top of me, our sex fluids now spreading onto her stomach. She kisses me and I kindly return it, but I want my wife. Dana rolls over to my left and then Amanda lies on my right, both women cuddling up, all three of us spent. We're asleep in seconds.

I'm shaken awake by my wife. It's still dark out, but the clock on the nightstand says it's almost 5a.m.

"What's up?" I ask groggily.

"I want to go home," she says uneasily.

"Okay," I say and don't argue. As we head down to the pool to gather our clothes I ask if she's okay.

"I don't want to talk about it right now. Let's just get home, okay?" she says testily.

"Okay," I concede and don't ask any more questions. I call a cab as Amanda puts her dress back on. I give the company the address and they say they have a driver in the area and he'll be here in five minutes. 

"Zip me up," Amanda requests as I pocket my phone, turning her back to me by the door leading back out to the hallway.

I pull the zipper back up to just below her shoulders. "The cab will be here in a couple minutes," I tell her.

"Good," she says, turns and kisses me quickly on the lips and then bolts for the door. I follow quickly behind her, wondering why she's freaking out so much this morning. Yeah, last night was a little weird, but I thought it was pretty great. I'd never had a threesome before.

We make it out of the house before Dana catches us; I'm not sure why that's so important, but it's important to Amanda so it's important to me. The cab shows up exactly when the dispatcher said he would and then we're quickly on our way home. 

"I'm sorry," she says to me, taking my hand in hers.

"Are you going to tell me why?" I ask.

She squeezes my hand and looks at me with tear-filled eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask.

"Last night really scared me," she says.

"Scared you how?" 

"Seeing you with another woman," she trails off.

"You were with her too," I chuckle.

She rolls her eyes at me. "I know, and I know you love me and would never intentionally do anything to hurt me."

"So, what's the problem?" I ask gently.

"I guess I just didn't expect us to enjoy it so much; being in a threesome like that. I mean, does it make us some kind of sexual freaks now?" she asks.

I laugh. "That's what you're worried about? What this makes us look like?"

She shrugs and then looks away, so I pull her into a firm hug and she rests her head on my shoulder.

"We are not freaks, honey. We are a loving couple who love each other first before anyone. So, Dana helped us discover our adventurous side last night, big deal! It doesn't mean we have to explore it again, but we know we enjoy it and it's something we can do together!" I reason with her.

"You seemed to really enjoy her last night."

I remember back to fucking her and nod. "I did. She was incredibly tight, but she didn't feel anything like you. I know you; I know your buttons good and bad. I know exactly what it takes to make you cum quickly; how to prolong your orgasms; and how to make them explosive. I will always choose you, you know that, right?" I ask her.

"Yes, I know that. But, the way you held her and fucked her. Did you ever fuck me like that?" she asks.

I shake my head. "Nope. I can but I'd feel funny."

"Why?" she asks.

"Because the way I fucked her had no love or respect in it. It was all about getting me off. When you and I make love, it's about us connecting and deepening our love that much more. Fucking Dana was like a cheap fantasy come true; I think for you as well since you hinted at it so much," I finish with a wink.

Amanda finally smiles, looking away as she shakes her head. "Ass," she calls me.

I reach up and cup her pretty face, turning her towards me. Still smiling at her, I stare into her eyes for a moment. Neither of us has to even say the words, but we both know we love each other. Amanda's phone rings, interrupting our moment.

She pulls it from her purse and then sighs heavily. "It's Dana."

"What are you going to tell her?" I ask.

"The truth, that last night freaked the hell out of me," she says. "Hey, Dana."

"What, no goodbye?" I hear her ask with a fake angry voice.

"I'm sorry, Dana, last night just scared the crap out of me," she tells her.

There's a slight pause. "I understand. I'm not upset," she says, which surprises me, even though she hadn't actually been angry when Amanda answered. "Look, it won't happen again. I was in a dark place, still angry with Andy and extremely fucking horny since I hadn't gotten laid since he moved out."




My Wife The Hero Ch. 02



"You seem okay this morning," Amanda encourages her.

"I feel great this morning. You guys really saved me last night," she said, her voice suddenly getting emotional. "I know it may not have seemed like it, but when I said I was in a dark place, I mean, really dark; like suicidal dark, which is hard for me to admit, honestly. I've had some friends ask me if I'm okay and I've been lying to them, saying I'm just fine or that I'm glad Andy's gone, but I've been extremely depressed. But, the way you two treated me last night saved me," she explains. 

Amanda looks at me completely flabbergasted. "Really?" she asks.

"Really. Honestly, Amanda, you two are probably the best friends I have. I'm sorry for scaring you so much and especially for trying to compete with you. I think I was just hoping some of the love you two share would have rubbed off on me a little bit, and I think it did a little, until we really got going anyway," she finishes with a slightly embarrassed laugh. "The way he took care of you only showed me how much he loves you more than anything."

Amanda's smile shows me her endless love for me. She leans over and kisses me deeply for a moment before returning to her conversation with Dana.

"Look, I just wanted to thank you for staying with me last night, just having someone in that bed with me again meant the world to me. It would have meant just as much even if we hadn't some mind-blowing sex," Dana adds.

"Tell you what, Dana. From now on, we'll try and make a point to spend more time with you, but for my sake, for now at least, let's leave the sex out of it," Amanda says fairly.

"I think I'd like that," Dana agrees.

"Great. Call me anytime, okay?"

"Okay, thank you. I love you guys!" she says.

"We love you, too, Dana, bye," Amanda ends the call.

"Wow," I say.

"Yeah," Amanda agrees. "I didn't see that one coming at all."

Amanda kisses me again. "We saved her?" I ask.

"Apparently; poor thing. I didn't realize how upset this divorce had made her. Do you really believe she hasn't slept with anyone since they split up?" she asks.

I think about how horny she was last night and I can believe it. "It's only been a few weeks, right?" I ask.

Amanda nods. "Yeah, I guess it's not impossible."

"And if she's been depressed, last night could have been her first night out in a few weeks. Not hard to believe in my opinion," I say.

Amanda agrees without words, leaning into me comfortably. "I just have one question," she asks after a few minutes. 

"What's that?"

"I noticed something weird, and maybe it was just my imagination, but why didn't Dana cum sooner? I mean, if you're so much bigger than Andy, why didn't she come right away?"

"That's two questions," I tease. 

"Shut up and answer," she pokes me in the ribs.

I grab her hand and hold her close. "Well, what I noticed was this; neither of you came until I focused my energy on you. You two started competing, sort of, but when I focused on just eating your pussy and pleasing you, you went into overdrive and came harder than I've ever seen from you."

She nods. "That was my best orgasm, I won't deny that."

"Then when you rolled off of me and I could focus on her, that's when I just drove into her. I sensed she just needed a good fucking and jackhammered her like she needed, but, honestly, I was more focused on me at that time. I just wanted to cum and it was my climax that brought hers around."

"So, you're saying you can't multitask?" she teases.

I laugh. "Maybe."

She suddenly becomes quiet again.

"Sorry, why don't we not talk about this anymore? I think we've said all we need to. We've agreed that extramarital sex likely isn't for us and we learned that the way we've learned everything else together, by experiencing it."

Amanda squeezes my hands that she holds against her taught belly. "I'm glad we learn and grow together," she says.

"Me too, baby. Me too."

The cab pulls into our driveway. I hand him twenty extra on top of the fare and thank him for showing up so quickly. We walk up to our door to find it unlocked. Not surprising when our son was the only one home last night. I won't be surprised if his new girlfriend is still here. I'll have to punish him for it, but somehow have to show I'm proud of him. Would I do the same for my daughter? Probably not; I wouldn't punish her because her mother would. We learned early on in our parenting that we couldn't punish the opposite gender child. Tina has me wrapped around her finger and Tim has his mother wrapped around his. We consider it teamwork realizing which child responds to which parent best; though they love and respect us both equally as well. 

I walk into the house first and hear muffled noises coming from upstairs. It doesn't sound like Tim's room, though. For one, it's on the opposite side of the house, where our room is. If that little shit is fucking a girl in my bed, I'll kill him.

"I'll deal with this," I say to Amanda as she notices the noises as well.

I walk up the carpeted steps quietly, hoping to catch him in the act rather than warn him of me approaching with heavy steps. When I near the master bedroom door, though, the sounds are gone. They suddenly reappear to my right, where our small, in-home gym is. I walk up to the door and open it to find both of our kids here. Tina has MMA gloves on and is punching into the pads Tim is wearing on his hands. 

"Hey, Dad," Tim says, standing up straight, but Tina was already in mid-swing. Her fist collides with his cheek harder than I thought she could hit and he stumbles to the floor.

"Tim!" she cries but I can hear laughter behind her voice. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he says in a daze as she helps him back to his feet.

"You distracted him, Dad!" she playfully scolds me.

"Well, I thought I heard something, uh, going on up here. I didn't realize you were home. Aren't you supposed to be at your friend's house?" I ask her.

"I came home early," she shrugs. "Rehearsal isn't until noon and I was tired of waiting for her to wake up."

"Gotcha. Well, you guys hungry? I think your mom and I might get cleaned up and get some breakfast."

"Yeah, we'll finish up here and get cleaned up as well," Tim says and then they resume their workout.

How they got into MMA or kickboxing or whatever it is they're into for exercising together I have no idea, but I'm glad to see they still have things they like to do together. I head back down the hall to our master bedroom and hear that the shower is already going. I grin as I walk in and strip out of my shirt and pants, tossing my coat and tie on the bed as well. 

We have a huge shower, which I failed to really describe before; it has multiple showerheads; one at a designated height for each of us and two more over tiled bench to the left of our individual showerheads. Mine is the far right one a few inches higher than Amanda's. She's already standing under the water washing away the night, just soaking up the steaming hot water.

"There she is," I say entering the spacious shower and turning on my showerhead. It doesn't take much for it to heat up since hers is already hot. 

"Hey," she says with a sad smile.

"Are you okay, babe?" I ask concerned.

She shrugs. "I'll be fine. Even though the talk with Dana helped, I still feel funny about it."

"Maybe I can make you feel better," I offer.

"Are you kidding me? After last night you're ready to go again?"

"Hey, I had a few hours of sleep. Besides, you always turn me on," I say pulling her into me. Her arms slither around my neck as her naked body, heated by the hot water, presses tightly into mine. I slide my hands up and down her smooth back as our mouths connect in a strong, sensual kiss. My cock slowly rises, sliding between her silky legs; it stops as it lifts up against her pussy. 

"My, my, you really are ready to go again aren't you?" she says and then reaches down to guide me into her. I slide in easily and then grab her ass to lift her up off of her feet. She hops up and wraps her legs around my waist, impaling me the rest of the way into her lovely vagina. We stand there allowing the shower heads to smother us with the hot water. I slowly walk towards the tile bench built into the wall and turn on the other showerheads. Once the water is warmed up, I turn and sit down on the bench and then Amanda begins riding my cock, slowly rising up and down my entire length. 

As she rises up, she leaves nothing but the tip inside of her and then slowly lowers herself back down until I bottom out inside of her. She holds herself there for a long time, subtly rotating her hips, pressing my rigid staff against each wall of her pussy in turn. Her tongue wrestles with mine as she holds my face in her hands. I squeeze her perfect ass, massaging it lovingly; I even drag my fingernails over her satiny skin, creating goose bumps on her cheeks and halfway up her back. She rises up again, half way up my cock this time before dropping back down slowly. She repeats this over and over, creating a rhythm. Soon the sounds of her ass slapping against my thighs echo off of the glass walls and tile. 

"Fuck," she gasps as I slide my ass to the edge of the tile bench and buck my hips into her as she crashes down on me, in perfect sync with her.

I reach up and squeeze her left tit with my right hand, massaging one of the round chunks of flesh I love so much. She squeezes her other breast, pulling, twisting and pinching her nipple as she rides my cock. Our pace quickens, so I know we're both reaching our climaxes. My balls tighten as her pussy clenches around my cock at the same time. Her body shudders as her orgasm courses through her body while I blast stream after stream of hot cum into her pussy. I pull her into me before she falls back as she loses the use of her legs temporarily.

We suck in wind as we catch our breath. Her head rests on my shoulder while I hold her in my lap; my softening cock still buried deep inside her.

"We better finish getting ready. The kids will be waiting for us if we don't hurry," I whisper to her.

"Let them wait," she says and I chuckle.

I kiss her cheek and she pushes herself up off of my rod, slowly stepping back under her showerhead. I do the same and in a few minutes we're dressed and heading out the door with the kids.



My Wife The Hero Ch. 03



After breakfast, the kids go on with their day as planned. Tim leaves to spend the rest of the day at the beach with his friends and their girlfriends while Tina goes to her rehearsal at the school. Amanda and I spend the afternoon taking care of the house chores; laundry, housecleaning, washing the cars and taking care of the lawn. We take a break for lunch and a short nap before finishing up for the evening. 

My phone rings as I step out of the shower before figuring out dinner with Amanda. I check the screen and see that it's Tina calling. 

"Hey, sweetie, what's up?" I answer.

"Hey, Dad, have you and mom had dinner yet?" she asks.

"No, I just got out of the shower, actually, why?" I ask.

"Good, meet Tim and me at Buca Di Beppo; we're treating you to dinner for your anniversary since you'll be gone next weekend," she says.

My face breaks into a smile from ear to ear. "You guys are too sweet. What time?" 

"Seven-thirty; see you there!" she says and hangs up.

"What was that about?" Amanda asks, stepping out of the bathroom in her sexy, silk robe with floral print. The hem of the robe ends halfway down her thighs. I pull my eyes back up to meet hers with some difficulty, feeling a stirring in my ever-ready cock. "That's better," she teases when I look her in the eye.

I chuckle. "That was our daughter; it seems as though our children are treating us to dinner tonight to celebrate our anniversary next week since we'll be out of town for the actual day." I tell her.

"What great kids we have," she says. "What time is dinner?" she asks.

"Seven-thirty," I tell her.

"Damn," she says looking at the clock on my nightstand. "We don't enough time."

I look down at her sexy robe. "Are you sure?"

She looks at the clock. "Quickie?"

"Quickie," I agree and then she pushes me down on the bed, opens up her robe and lets it cascade down her body to the floor. She climbs on top of me, lowers her pussy on my cock slowly until I bottom out. She falls forward to kiss me quickly and then sits back up, riding me cowgirl style. I hold her hips, enjoying the feel of her silky skin on my hands. I readjust us with my legs bent slightly so I can easier fuck her from below. I thrust into her wet pussy as she falls down on me. A minute later, I pull her down on top of me and roll us onto her back without leaving the comfort of her slippery cunt. With our bodies still clinging together I begin plowing into her. Our breathing grows heavier and heavier as we strive for our quick climaxes. It doesn't take long with how rapid and powerfully I jackhammer her pussy with my throbbing cock. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling her hips into mine as I slam into her. 

"Come on, baby, cum for me. Fill my pussy with your spunk!" she encourages me and then whines almost painfully as her pussy clenches around my cock, milking me for my hot, sticky cum. The sensation pushes me over the edge and I explode inside of her. Her pussy tightens around my cock as her body stiffens. A few seconds later, she goes limp. I kiss her chin before pulling out of her, my cock slick and sticky with our combined sex juices. 

"I think I need another shower," I laugh.

"Fuck that," she says and drops to her knees and licks me clean. 

"Oh shit," I moan. "Be careful or we'll be late for dinner," I warn her. 

"There, all clean. Get dressed, let's go!" she says and then goes to her drawer. She pulls out a black thong and pulls it up her legs. "Mmm," she moans. "Now you'll be inside me all night," she says before rummaging through her closet for a dress for the night. 

I shake my head to snap me back to reality and quickly dress in a simple pair of nice tan slacks and a blue long sleeve, button up shirt with a matching dark blue tie. Amanda wears a purple dress that hugs her upper half while flowing elegantly down to her ankles. It's only when she walks I can really make out the shape of her gorgeous ass. How did I get so lucky to marry such a perfect specimen of the female species? 

I check myself out in the mirror and wish I spent more time in the gym. The thirty minutes at lunch isn't doing much anymore. It keeps most of the pudginess off my gut, but I'm still not in the shape I'd like to be. I'm just glad Amanda still finds me attractive. Apparently Dana does too, but that may have just been the size of my cock since it's double what she's used to according to her. I smile at that tidbit of information. After all those years of competing with Andy over so much, I found one area that I will always be better than him in; the size of my cock and pleasing his now ex-wife. 

As I straighten my tie in the mirror of my closet door, my mind wanders back to last night, fucking both women. I never thought I'd be with a celebrity, former or not.

Mark that one off the bucket list, I think to myself. 

"Ready to go?" Amanda asks from the other end of the hallway our two closets form.

"Yep!" I say and follow her out of the house. 

"I should call Dana," Amanda says on the drive to the restaurant. 

"Okay," I say, thinking it was a little sudden to bring Dana up like that, even though I'd just been thinking about her a few minutes ago.

"Just to make sure she's okay," she clarifies.

"I think that's a good idea," I tell her.

Amanda pulls out her phone and calls Dana right then. 

"Hey, Amanda," I hear her almost clearly as if I'm the one talking to her.

"Hey, Dana, how are you?" Amanda asks.

"I'm doing alright," she says sounding a little lonely, which was strange to me since we'd just seen her this morning.

"Are you sure?" Amanda asks skeptically.

Dana sighs. "I guess I just miss you guys," she laughs.

"Oh, well..." Amanda trails off.

"No, I know what we decided about the whole sex issue. I won't ever push that again. It was amazing, but I just miss your company. I was thinking of just going out and seeing what happens, though."

"I think that's a great idea, Dana. You're a gorgeous woman; it should be easy for you to find someone or at least make some friends," Amanda encourages her.

"I think I will!" Dana says, her tone automatically changing; it's almost like my wife has a superpower to make people feel immediately better no matter how they're feeling. 

"Thanks, Amanda. But, hey, just call me if you guys ever just want to hang out," she insists.

"We will, for sure. Have a good night, Dana, I love you!" Amanda finishes.

"Love you, too!" she says and hangs up.

Amanda grins happily.

"That went well," I say, stopping at the traffic signal at the end of the off ramp of the freeway. 

"Yeah, I think she's going to be fine," she says and then stares out her window, lost in her thoughts.

"What's on your mind?" I ask, taking her hand in mine.

She looks at our interlocked fingers and then up at my eyes. "Do you really think we saved her last night?" she asks.

I shrug. "Looking back I think I see the signs that she wasn't quite herself. Sometimes it felt like she was pretending to be happier than she was. In fact, it was how happy she was acting that had me a little suspicious of how she was really feeling. If they're just now beginning the divorce process, then she should have been acting a little more devastated in my opinion. I mean, I know I would be if we were splitting up."

Amanda squeezes my hand firmly for a moment. "That'll never happen. I'd kill you first," she says with a wink and then kisses me deeply. A car behind us honks and snaps us back to reality. The light has changed and I was too distracted by my amazing wife to notice. I accelerate the car and wind our way through the Huntington Beach streets to the restaurant.

We walk up to the building hand-in-hand; our kids are waiting in the lobby for us. They're dressed in nice but very comfortable clothes. Tim has a plaid button up shirt in a mostly blue scheme while Tina wears a black short-sleeve top and purple skirt. We laugh at how we unintentionally matched in our clothing choices. Tim's girlfriend isn't with us, which surprises me; he usually brings whoever he's dating with him to functions to show her off. I wonder to myself why he hasn't brought the new girl with him this time.

Shortly after we walk in, the hostess takes us to our table. We're placed in a circular booth towards the back of the restaurant; Amanda and I slide in one side while Tim and Tina slide in the other. We go over the menu together, trying to agree on a couple different pastas to be shared between the four of us; once we have it all figured out the kids tell us about their day. 

"So, where's your new girlfriend?" I ask Tim when their stories wind down.

"Abby?" he says and gives a sideways look for a fleeting moment. "She, uh, couldn't make it."

"Oh? Why not?" I ask, sipping my wine. 

"She had a family thing, too," he says but I swear I hear a suppressed laugh in his voice. I ignore it, thinking nothing much of it.

"That's too bad. I would have liked to have met her," I say, setting my wine glass down.

"One day," he shrugs and then sips his cola. 

Conversation continues as normal the rest of our night out. Though, I notice Tina is a little quieter than normal, but I chalk it up to stress with her school work and the play coming up. It's not uncommon for her to keep to herself when opening night is just a few days away. I make a mental note to do what I can with work to be there for all of opening night on Wednesday. 

It's getting late by the time we get home but I had heard the kids talking about watching a movie before bed. Amanda and I decline and say our goodnights, exhausted from the past day and a half. 

Before I enter my room, after making sure the house was secure, I find Tim and Tina at the end of their hall, talking quietly. I can't hear what they're saying, but Tim is rubbing Tina's shoulders comfortingly and then kisses her on the forehead before they each enter their rooms to change into more relaxing clothes to watch their movie in. I smile at the tender moment between siblings, glad that they're still close. I decide not to pry with Tina to see what could be the matter; instead I enter my room, leaving my children to work out their problems together. 

"Tim and Tina seem to be a little closer than they have been in a while," I say, unbuttoning my shirt in front of my closet.

"How so?" Amanda asks from the bed, wearing her typical tank top and sweat pants. 

I shrugged. "Just something I picked up tonight. Ever since they started High School, they seemed to kind of drift apart into two different worlds. They always get along, but never really spend much time together because of their extracurricular activities. But tonight they seemed buddy-buddy like they used to be. It was nice."

"I did notice that," she confirms, flipping the page in the magazine she's perusing.

I sigh contentedly as I strip down to my boxers and, toss my dirty clothes into the hamper and then join my wife in bed. I kiss her goodnight, and fall asleep quickly, exhausted from everything that's happened since Friday night, not to mention the wine I had at dinner. 

Monday morning rolls around and I'm back at work. Weekends are always too short. I walk into my office and discover a pile of papers waiting for me to go through. 

"So much for clearing my desk on Friday," I lament bitterly as I take my seat behind my desk. At least I have a decent view of the Dana Point harbor to keep me calm.

"Hey, Jeff, boss wants to see you in his office," Mark, my assistant manager, informs me quietly from my doorway.

"What about?" I ask him, pushing myself out from behind my desk.

He shrugs. "I have no idea, but they apparently came in all weekend for meetings."

My stomach freezes; I'm usually included in any kind of meetings being a department head. This couldn't be good news.

I approach the VP's office and his secretary immediately picks up her phone to let him know I'm there.

"Go on in, Mr. Riles," she says.

"Mr. Riles? You never call me that," I tease but she doesn't smile back. Shit, this really isn't good.

I walk into the spacious office and find myself alone with Alec, the VP of the company. He's pouring over his own paperwork, scribbling frantically over forms in need of his signature. I clear my throat to remind him of my presence and he looks up at me startled even though I know his secretary told him I was here. 

"Have a seat, Jeff," he says, pointing at one of the leather chairs facing his desk. I do as I'm told and wait nervously for him to say something. "We're closing our doors," he says, his eyes locking on mine; that's when I notice how bloodshot they are.

"What?" I ask, completely floored by the news.

"Well, not so much closing our doors as being bought out and re-staffed. Dipshit sold the fucking company. We have one week to get everything signed over to the new owners. All management is being replaced; including me," he briefly explains, dropping his pen angrily.

"What am I supposed to do? I have a family to take care of; a house to pay for..."

"We all do, Jeff!" he snaps and then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Forgive me; I haven't slept more than a couple hours the past two days."

I shake my head. "I don't understand why this is happening. I thought the layoffs were to help save us money."

"That's what I was told, so I didn't lie to you. Dipshit is just a lazy prick who doesn't want to work anymore. Fifty years old and he wants to retire and fuck his ex-model wife or some bullshit like that. Fucking prick," he sneers, glaring at something on the corner of his desk. I assume he's imagining slamming Mr. Lipchitz forehead into the sharp corner of the mahogany. 

"You didn't see this coming at all?" I ask.

Bruce shakes his head. "Not exactly. I mean, the company was doing fine, but he wanted to lay more people off. He thought we could do the same amount of work with less people. We barely were able to keep it together. I know you know that, your department was affected almost more than any. But, you're in accounting; you saw the numbers the company was pulling in before the layoffs. Do you think they were necessary?"

I think back and remember how pissed I was about it. One day everything seemed to be going perfectly fine and then the next, I have to eliminate ten people. 

"No, they weren't. Dipshit is a greedy prick, we've always known that. It's what got this place to where it was in the first place. He always wanted more and kept pushing for it. Then somewhere along the line, he got lazy."

"Exactly. You and I have been running this company for years and he hasn't done a goddamn thing. If I'd saved up enough capitol, I would have bought the company from him myself and we could have turned this place around; maybe even brought back or rehired some of the people we let go."

"Have you thought about starting up your own financial group?" I inquire, hoping to prod him into a more positive direction.

He reclines in his big, luxurious chair. "Now there's an idea. It's been a tickle in the back of my mind, but the past few days I've been too stressed over this buyout to really consider it."

"Well, what do you think now?" I ask.

He rubs the neatly trimmed, black goatee on his chin as a smile spreads across his face. "Will you be my VP?" he asks excitedly.

A part of me wondered if he'd offer it to me, but I wasn't exactly expecting it so quickly either. I stammer for a couple seconds before replying. 

"Are-Are you serious?"

He nods, leaning forward in his chair, flashing his perfect, white teeth. "I'm dead serious. We've always worked well together and like I said before, we've been running this place for years. We could start a small financial company and build it up ourselves. Run things the way we want. We can even hire some of your department to run the books."

"Well, if we're just starting out, we won't be able to hire very many," I remind him.

"True, but I think in a few years we could have the strongest financial company in South Orange County. What do you say?" he asks, stretching his hand towards me.

I grin but don't shake his hand just yet. "Let me discuss it with my wife. Starting a company is a bit of a risk and I'd hate to take too much of a financial hit and hurt my family."

Bruce's mouth closes but he smiles understandingly. "I respect that. Why don't you take that paperwork home and work on it. Just have it back to me by Friday. With all the shit going down, that stack of papers and everything on your desk is all you really need to worry about."

"What about my department? Shouldn't somebody talk to them?"

"I'll do it, you don't have to worry."

I shake my head. "No, I appreciate it, but I'd rather handle it myself."

He nods again. "I'll call you later this week, maybe we can get together and discuss a new venture."

"I'd like that," I tell him and then stand up, offering my hand. He shakes it and apologizes once more for everything that's happening. I thank him and then head back towards my office. As I pass by his secretary's desk, I stop to talk to her and notice her eyes are red and puffy. "Julia?" I say and she looks up at me. I'm not sure what to say, so I just squeeze her shoulder gently and walk away.

On my way back to my office, I pull out my cell and call Amanda. She sounds chipper when she answers; it brings a smile to my face despite all that's going on. I take a deep breath and tell her everything that's happened this morning, including Bruce's offer with a new company.

"Oh my gosh. What did you tell him?" she asks.

"I told him I wanted to discuss it with you first and that I'd get back to him."

"Do you want to do it? Do you think it'll be a good idea?" she asks.

I shrug to myself. "Starting a new company is always a risk, but Bruce is one of the best financial specialists in the area and he's right, he and I have been running the company for years. I wouldn't just be head of Accounting, though. He wants to make me Vice President if we start this up."

"How long do you think it'll take before things start to grow?" she asks.

"It's hard to say. We could boom quickly and then die down a bit before things take off, or things could start slow and build up from there. Either way, I really do believe Bruce and I can have a fairly successful company under us," I tell her honestly.  

"I think you should do it. Bruce has always been good to you; I don't see any reason why he wouldn't be with a new company of your own. I think you should tell him right away that you're on board."

"Yeah?" I ask happily.

"Do it, baby. You know we're more than okay financially. Take a risk and see what happens. If it fails, you can always find a job somewhere else, and if we have to, I can try and get a sales job at Mercedes again."

"What about the kids?" I ask.

"You mean our eighteen year old kids about to go off to college?" she laughs.

I chuckle, too. "Good point. Sorry, I'm just trying to cover all the angles."

"Together we have them all covered," she assures me.

"Thanks, babe," I say and then tell her I'll talk to Bruce right away.

I head back to his office, Julia alerts him I'm back and then lets me in right away.

"That was quick," he says, standing up behind his desk.

I grin and he reciprocates. "I'm in," I tell him.

He laughs and then circles his desk to shake my hand. "We'll discuss plans this weekend," he says.

I shake my head. "Next weekend. This weekend is my anniversary trip."

"You can't postpone?"

I shake my head. "We've had this booked for months. I really can't," I say.

"Good. I'm glad. You're loyal to your wife and your family. If you can't be loyal to them, how could I expect you to be loyal to us?" he shakes me hand heartily. "Now, take care of what you need to, fill out that paperwork and hand in your keys on Friday. I will make sure there is a nice severance package for you and everyone in your department. I'm the one working the deals with the company buying us out, I'll throw as much weight around as I can."




My Wife The Hero Ch. 03



"I appreciate that, Bruce, I really do."

With that, I return to my floor and gather my entire department around. I break the news to them as gently and as informatively as I can. I know it's not enough, but it's out of my hands. Some of them yell at me but most of them just take the news quietly and sit at their desks in shock. I tell them that the company will still need them until the transition is complete and even encourage them that some may be able to keep their jobs if they impress the bigwigs with the other company enough. Some ask about me but I tell them they're eliminating all management positions immediately; I tell them it's likely because they don't want to butt heads with anyone, which is a fair assumption. I know I'd be giving them shit, well, at least Lipchitz. 

I ask Mark to get me a couple boxes to put the files in and when he returns he looks devastated. 

"What's up, Mark?" I ask, pointing at the seat across from mine. 

"This just couldn't be worse timing. Melissa just told me last night that she's pregnant," he tells me. This will be their first child together. My heart breaks for them, but there isn't anything I can do. But then again, if Bruce and I start a new company, we could hire Mark as a department head. I've been grooming him for my job for a year now, I'm sure he could handle it. I don't tell him about our plans, but I assure him he will land on his feet and if he needs anything to let me know. I don't want his wife or their coming child to go without what they need.

"Thanks, Mr. Riles," he says quietly and stalks out of the room sadly.

I pack up the files and Mark helps me carry them out to my car. I shake his hand and assure him everything will work out. He doesn't seem to believe me but he tries to put on a happier face for me.

"Hey," I stop him. "Don't pretend with me. I'm not your boss anymore. I know you're unhappy and I promise you, I will do whatever I can to make sure you land on your feet, okay?" 

His eyes widen with shock. "I'm sorry Mr. Riles."

"Jeff, please just call me Jeff. You and your family are going to be fine. I promise."

"Okay, thanks...Jeff," he says, smiling a little. He goes back into the building to do his job the best he can. I call Bruce right away and put in a good word for Mark and he agrees to keep him in mind.

When I get home, my wife is in the middle of doing the kids' laundry. "What are you doing home?" she asks, carrying Tina's dirty clothes basket down the stairs. 

"Well, my only responsibility for my last week is the paperwork I brought home. Bruce wants to get together next weekend to discuss our business venture," I tell her, setting one of the boxes down next to the study door across from the stairs.

"Why not sooner?" she asks as she hits the main floor and then kisses me.

"Because I told him we have a trip planned for our anniversary. He told me he appreciates my loyalty to my family and sees it as proof of his loyalty to our new company once we get it going."

Her lips spread into a radiant smile. "My husband, the hero," she says and kisses me deeply. When she breaks our kiss, she tells me to go upstairs and to get undressed for a back massage. It's what she usually does to cheer me up; mostly because it leads to other things but also because she gives a great massage. 

I strip down naked and lay flat across the bed until my wife comes upstairs. When she enters she giggles. 

"Good thing the kids are in school," she says and then goes into her bathroom to retrieve some lotion for the massage. I close my eyes, waiting patiently for my massage. I decide right then as well that I would return the favor before bed tonight. I'm not too bad at giving a massage either; at least, that's what she tells me anyway. 

She begins with my shoulders, first rubbing lotion into my left one before working out the knots. She knows that's where most of the tension builds up when I get stressed. Her hands are magical. They're soft but strong as they smooth my shoulders back to normal. Once she's satisfied with my shoulders, she moves down my body relaxing every muscle in my back, my ass, my legs and even my feet. I'm already hard just from her touch before she tells me to roll over. I do as she instructs and all that's missing from my pole is a flag as it stands at attention. 

"My, my, somebody's excited," she teases in her most sexy tone. "We may have to work that knot out as well," she adds. "But we'll save that for last."

She continues with the massage at the back of my neck, allowing the weight of my head to add pressure to where her hands are. I look up as she stretches my neck in all directions carefully, and that's when I see her perfect tits dangling over my face as she works out every muscle, moving to my shoulders and then down each arm. She relaxes every limb and muscle in my body as she makes her way to my waistline. She crawls down my naked form showing off her own, causing my dick to ache for attention. Her pussy glistens with her juices as she opens her legs up to me with each knee planted on either side of my head. I try to move my arms, but, at first, they're too relaxed to move; it's as if she's rubbed the strength right out of them. With a little more willpower, I reach up with one arm and drag a finger down her slit. She shudders slightly at my touch and takes that as her cue that the massage is finally done. 

Warmth and wetness engulf my rigid cock as her mouth slides down it slowly. I press two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, moving them in and out slowly. Her legs shake and almost give out before she lowers her pussy down on my face. I quickly remove my fingers before they're pinned between her folds and my face and then begin lapping up her juices with fervor. I spread her legs apart and play with her ass as I eat her out; her head bobs up and down on my cock at the same time. Neither of us can help but grind our hips into the other's face as we service each other orally. I let out a moan as her tongue works me over, my moan sends vibrations into her pussy that elicit a muffled squeal from her as my cock is still deep in her mouth, poking her throat every few thrusts. We work at each other until we both feel our orgasms build. 

Amanda picks up her pace on my cock as she drives her pussy harder against my face. I buck my hips in time with her head, fucking her mouth and throat mercilessly. She increases the pressure on my cock with her mouth and finds another gear, picking up speed. I can feel my orgasm beginning to build. Her pussy grows hotter as her climax nears as well. I hold her hips down, keeping her under control so she doesn't break my nose with her movements. Suddenly her pussy clenches around my tongue at the same time my balls do, then simultaneously she explodes all over my face as I blast cum into her mouth; we both drink each other in greedily. 

When our orgasms subside, she rolls off of me and I sit up to meet her in a passionate kiss. We taste each other and ourselves on our tongues as they wrestle in our mouths. I'm still rock hard even though I just blasted her with four huge blasts of jizz, and she's still horny as well as I roll her onto her back and pierce her womb with my javelin. Her legs wrap loosely around my waist as I sink inside of her depths slowly. When I'm balls deep, I hold myself there, still kissing her deeply. Our bodies press together tightly, longing to be closer and closer. Finally I pull out halfway and then slam back in, causing her to grunt into my mouth as we continue to make out. I hold myself there a few more seconds before repeating the action but pulling out a little further this time and then slamming in even harder. 

"Oh fuck," she gasps. "Don't tease me for too long and fuck me already," she begs.

I hold back to drive her even more wild, building up the tension for our next orgasms. I pull out until only the tip is left inside and then ram my cock back into her. She whimpers a desperate "oh" as my balls slap against her ass. Then without warning I jackhammer into her as quickly and suddenly as I can. She cries out a long "ooooohhhhh" as I attack her smooth vagina. She continues to cry out and gasp as I fuck her roughly. After a couple minutes, I pull out and coax her onto her hands and knees. I then settle in behind her, line my cock up with her entrance and continue my relentless attack on her pussy. I grab her hips and pull her back into me as I thrust forward. Her tits swing madly as she's bent over in front of me. She looks back over her shoulder and locks her eyes onto mine, glaring at me full of lust. I slap her ass and she yips gleefully. 

"Do it again, baby," she pleads and I slap the other cheek. "Oh yeah, beat that ass!" she screams and I slap both cheeks in turn. She continues to beg to be spanked as I fuck her; I can already feel her dripping more of her sex juices all over my cock as I continue my attack on her. Then she surprises me with a request she's never given before. "Shove that thing in my ass!" she cries and I slow down. She looks back at me puzzled.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Do it before I change my mind," she says and I quickly pull out of her, my cock slick with her juices. I slide my meat along her crack and she mewls lustfully. I spread her perfect cheeks and press the crown against her brown-eye. I don't force myself in, I just increase the pressure until her ass relaxes and gives way. She's incredibly tight; tighter than her pussy has ever been. She pushes her ass back against me slowly, relaxing her muscles expertly to allow me further access into her incredible backside. Slowly but surely she takes every inch of me until I bottom out inside of her.

"Oh shit," I say, holding my cock deep in her ass for the first time. I can't believe after fourteen years of marriage that this is the first time we've ever fucked anally. I've dreamed about it for years but I guess I was just too afraid to ask if I could.

"Wow, I feel so full," she says. "It's been so long since I've had anything other than my fingers up there," she says.

"Well, this won't be the last time we do this, I promise you that," I say and then pull out a few inches and then push back in. She groans in painful pleasure and closes her eyes as she rocks back against my cock. I pull out a little further, repeating the steps I'd done with her pussy a few minutes ago, and in no time we build up a rhythm, slowly picking up speed as we get used to being in her ass. She reaches under her and rubs her clit as I slam into her tight ass. I grip her cheeks tightly, pulling her back against me. Soon we're fucking wildly again. She screams uncontrollably and I grunt with each powerful thrust into her. I feel that familiar sensation of cum rising up in my cock like the fuse of a cannon burning closer to the gunpowder. 

"Fill my ass, baby, fill me up!" she begs after I announce that I'm about to cum. 

She rocks back into me even harder as I continue to slam into her ass, then, suddenly, the fuse hits the gunpowder and I blow my load into her bowels; five, huge, hot and sticky cannon blasts that trigger her own explosion. I feel liquid splash on my knees and thighs; I look down to see that she's squirting violently all over our bed sheets. In all our years of marriage, I've never made her squirt until now. I catch her and pull her up into my arms before she collapses and falls off the bed onto the floor. My cock finally softens as I pull out of her amazing ass. I help her lie down on the bed and scoot in behind her into a spooning position. We both pant as we catch our breath. 

"Wow," she says.

I laugh. "Yeah, wow. Why haven't we ever done that before?"

"Oh, we have, you just don't remember," she tells me.

"What?"

She turns her head slightly towards me and I see her cheeks rise in a wide smile. "The night we met at the frat party. We were pretty drunk; we fucked in your room most of the night. I told you I didn't want to get pregnant my freshman year, so I told you to cum in my ass instead."

I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling in wonder. "Shit, I must have been really drunk to not remember that, because what we did was fucking amazing."

Amanda rolls over and cuddles with me. "Yes, it was. The only time I squirt like that is when I'm fucked in the ass," she says. We reminisce about our college years before getting cleaned up. I change the sheets on the bed as Amanda takes the dirty ones down to the laundry room. After that, I get dressed and begin working on the paperwork left for me to finish by the end of the week. I'm not looking forward to it, but I also know I need to take care of business and the quicker I get it done, the more I can relax before our anniversary weekend.



My Wife The Hero Ch. 04



By Wednesday I'm done with the paperwork Bruce had given me, so now I have two full days left with nothing to worry about. It's amazing what you can get done with uninterrupted time. The best part is I get to go to Tina's opening night. An interesting fact about the play: Tina wrote it! I knew my daughter was talented, but she'd never mentioned the writing contest her drama teacher had for the class. It was even voted on by her peers! I still know nothing about the play, other than she wrote it and is starring in it. But, none of that matters; I'm extremely proud of her.

We go to the school that night, Tim's already there having been called in by his sister for an emergency stage crew fill-in. One of the guys who help move the stage pieces literally broke his leg falling off the stage. I guess it brings a whole new meaning to "break a leg"....too soon? 

So, we find seats and wait patiently for the play to begin. I look over the program and notice that the play is titled "Abby". I chuckle to myself and point it out to Amanda, but she doesn't get right away why it's funny to me.

"Isn't that the name of Tim's new girlfriend?" I ask.

"Oooh!" she laughs. "That is funny."

There's something funny in the way she says it that gives me a funny feeling, like she's trying to tell me something without actually telling me. I don't have time to question her, though, because the lights slowly dim down and the play begins. I have to admit, I'm sucked in right away. The acting is great, the writing is obviously amazing and the story has everything: comedy, romance, drama, action; it's a well thought out piece. It's a typical story of girl meets boy, girl introduces boy to her father, father hates boy and forbids them to see each other. The twist comes when Abby discovers that her father had been unfaithful at one time and his mistress had a son; and the boy she's fallen in love with is that son. Abby unknowingly fell in love with her half-brother. I relate to the father, but can't help but feel for the two lead characters whose love seems so pure and perfect, even if there is a taboo on it. Deep inside I hope the characters stick it out, despite their relation. Who would have thought I would be okay with incest in that light?

After the play, we meet Tina at the front of the stage.

"You made it!" she says excitedly, throwing her arms around my neck.

"Of course, sweetheart! Did you really write that?" I ask, setting her back down on the floor.

"I did. Did you like it?" she asks apprehensively. 

"I loved it! I was just surprised they allowed something like that in a High School," I say under my breath.

She shrugs. "I wasn't sure they would either, but my teacher argued that if Shakespeare can write a love story about two teenagers who barely knew each other and commit suicide at the end, then why would my play be a problem?"

"Well, for one," Amanda says uncomfortably, "they weren't siblings."

Tina looks ashamed for a moment but is interrupted by her brother surprising her from behind with a big hug, spinning her in a couple circles. She screams in surprise but laughs as she realizes it's Tim. I laugh, enjoying the sight of my two children getting along so well.

"Isn't that great to see?" I ask Amanda, but she still looks uncomfortable, so I wonder what I'm missing. "What is it?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing, just my imagination," she says. 

I let it go for now; we're in a public place and there's no need to draw attention to a private family matter if there is one. 

"Why don't you go get changed and we'll go celebrate your opening night?" I suggest to Tina and she agrees. Tim says he has to change as well, since he's in all black clothes and has his normal set in the back room. They leave together; Tim hugs his sister from the side quickly and kisses the side of her head. I'm not sure what Amanda sees, but all I see are twins who care a lot about each other. 

Amanda heads towards the exit to wait for them outside, so I follow her and ask her what's bothering her.

"You don't think it's weird that they're suddenly close again?" Amanda answers. "They're kind to each other at home, but they haven't spent much time together for quite a while. Then Tina writes this play about long lost siblings who fall in love? It's just too weird to me," she says quietly so only I can hear her.

"You don't think she's trying to tell us something with her play, do you?" I ask, almost laughing at how ridiculous the idea sounds.

Amanda shrugs and looks away, clearly upset.

I pull her close to me and hug her tight. "Look, it's their senior year and they're going off to different schools next year; I'm sure they're just realizing how much they'll really miss each other. I mean, they're twins, they have a special bond."

Amanda sighs into my chest; her warm breath feels good as it seeps through my shirt. "Maybe you're right. It just seemed like too much of a coincidence to me."

"I'm sure that's all it is, a coincidence," I tell her, though I've never been one to believe in coincidences. I believe everything happens for a reason, but what she's implying is just too farfetched for me to accept as a reality.

"You know, their schools aren't exactly far away. Tim hasn't even officially decided on a school yet. He has both Stanford and USC trying to recruit him," she points out.

"True, so, maybe he's decided on Stanford and they've realized how far apart they'll be from each other for the first time in their lives."

She sighs. "You're probably right. I guess we'll just have to wait and find out."

Soon the kids join us and we all head to get some frozen yogurt together. Amanda and I take turns praising the play and Tina's performance. I especially gush over her writing since it was a passion of mine until I realized I wasn't likely to make it as an author. But after witnessing how well written Tina's play was, I have no doubts that she'll go far. In fact, her full-ride scholarship is to UCLA's Fine Arts program where she'll be studying to be a screenwriter. 

Once we're finished with our celebration, we head home, but Tina says she's too wired to sleep, even though I'd assumed she'd be exhausted from the performance. She asks if she and Tim can go for a drive to calm her mind down; I tell her to be home no later than eleven and then we go our separate ways. 

"I'm not sure that was the best idea," Amanda says worried.

"You don't still think there's something weird going on between them, do you?" I ask incredulously. 

"I don't know," she replies quietly. "Something just feels weird," she tells me but says nothing more the rest of the night.

Around midnight I hear the kids come home. I let it go but watch from my bedroom door to make sure they go straight to bed. They're talking quietly at the end of their hallway again and before they say goodnight, Tim kisses Tina on the cheek. I'm torn between thinking it's an innocent kiss between siblings and wondering if Amanda's right about them. I begin to wonder if we should cancel our trip to keep an eye on them. I shake my head; that's a bad idea. I should trust them first; give them the benefit of the doubt. But, my curiosity gets the best of me, so I go to Tim's room and knock on his door.

He's surprised to see me standing there but automatically assumes they're in trouble for being late. "I'm sorry we're late, Dad, we lost track of time."

I shake my head. "It's okay. I just wanted to talk to you about something else, can I come in?" 

Tim's face shows bewilderment but he backs up to let me into his room. Posters of rock bands I've never heard of and sexy actresses and other celebrities I've definitely heard of plaster his walls like wallpaper. I chuckle to myself at how similar he is to me when I was his age.

"What's up, Dad?" Tim asks, sitting on his bed. I pull over his rolling desk chair and sit facing him. 

I'm not sure where to begin at first. "So, where was your girlfriend tonight?" I ask.

"Oh, we broke up," he says indifferently, like it's no big deal.

"What happened? Didn't you two just start dating?" 

Tim shrugs. "She didn't like Tina and Tina didn't like her, so I broke up with her," he states simply.

"When did this happen?" I press him.

"Last night, actually," he says without any more information.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I tell him. 

He shrugs again. "I love my sister, if the girl I'm with can't get along with her then she's not worth keeping around."

I smile proudly at him. "I like hearing that. So, is that why you never keep a girlfriend for more than a couple weeks?" I ask.

"More or less," he says, nodding his head. "Some of them broke up with me before Tina could even give her approval."

"Does Tina even date? I don't think I've heard her talk about a boyfriend ever," I say, changing the subject slightly.

Tim shakes his head. "She says she's too busy, and, honestly, she's right. She does way too much at school to have time for dating."

I think about that and agree; she does too much. But, it's what's gotten her the full-ride to UCLA. Tim's had the advantage of sports and decent grades; he's maintained a 3.0 for most of his time in High School, undoubtedly with the help of his sister. 

"You two seem to be pretty close lately," I point out.

I see his cheeks flush but he doesn't act like they do. "We've always been close, Dad," he says.

"Maybe, but you weren't as close as you used to be once you started High School. You guys were inseparable until you joined the football team and she got into drama and stuff like that," I add.

"Yeah, I guess that's true, but even though we don't see each other much at school, whenever we were home, we were just like we were before. Most of that time was spent doing homework, though, and that was always done in her room," he explains.

"I guess we just didn't see it then," I say, a hint of a suspicion in the back of my mind. Tim has a "tell" that gives him away every time he's lying; he looks you straight in the eye and almost never blinks. You'd think looking someone in the eye would show that you're telling the truth, but not with Tim. When Tim tells the truth, his eyes wander because he doesn't have to concentrate on keeping his story straight; when he's lying, he focuses on your eyes so he can remember what he planned to say. I don't call him out on his lie, though, and let it go. Maybe there's something else they're hiding that they're too afraid to tell me about. 

"I guess not," he says. "I think I need to get some sleep, Dad. It's late."

I glance at the clock and we've been talking for about twenty minutes. "Alright, Tim. Goodnight," I say and shut the door behind me as I wander back to my room. 

"So, what did Tim have to say?" Amanda asks sleepily as I climb back into bed.

I tell her the conversation and wait for her response.

"You think he was lying?" she asks.

"Maybe about some of it, but not all of it. What he said about Tina not having time to date is true; that girl is way too busy at school."

"But, it's paid off," she reminds me.

"I know, I just fear that she'll go a little crazy in college next year. I know she's responsible, but what if she's been holding back until she's out of the house?" I worry.

"Then we'll deal with whatever happens as a result of it. She's a responsible kid, Jeff, I highly doubt she'll become the school slut of UCLA," she says and I chuckle with her.

"You're right," I sigh.

"I know. Now, let's try and forget about this and enjoy our trip in a couple days, okay?" she suggests and I agree.

The next morning I take the completed paperwork to the office with Mark's help again. He seems to be in a better mood as he meets me in the parking lot than when I left him on Monday. He explains that the new company management took a liking to him and offered him my job when the takeover is complete. I congratulate him but still offer to help him out if things don't work out for some reason.

I drop the boxes off at Julia's desk and enter Bruce's office. We discuss ideas for our own company briefly and agree to meet up as soon as I'm back from my long weekend with Amanda. Instead of going straight home, I take a walk along the beach and enjoy the afternoon. I walk to the end of the pier and watch the waves roll under the structure. Despite all that's happened at work and suspecting my kids were up to no good, I'm at complete peace. That is until I'm confronted by the last person I ever expected to see.

"Jeff!" I hear his voice from behind me. 

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before turning to face Andy. There he stands, white slacks and shoes with a pale blue button down shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a smoothly waxed chest. Dark sunglasses cover his brown eyes and his hair is styled perfectly with a part on one side. 

"Hey, Andy," I say casually, leaning against the railing of the pier; he looks pissed and I know why. Dana told him about our night out with her last weekend.

"That's all you have to say? 'Hey, Andy'?" he asks angrily, slowing his pace as he walks towards me.

"What do you want, Andy?" I ask, tensing up but trying not to show it.

"You and your whore wife fuck my wife and you have nothing to say?" he stops less than a foot away from me, his normally tanned face beet-red. 

I take a couple deep breaths before responding. "We had no intentions of sleeping with Dana. She was the one who convinced us to fuck her."

"Bullshit. You've wanted her ever since I married her," he accuses.

I laugh. "You're delusional, Andy. Are you forgetting the night you two tried to seduce me and Amanda and how I knocked you on your ass for putting your hands on my wife?"

"She wanted it and you know it."

I sigh heavily; I can smell the alcohol on his breath now with a slight break in the breeze. "Andy, you're drunk. Go home and sleep it off."

"Fuck you! We're handling this here and now!" he says and then takes a swing at me. I duck under the punch and hit him in the gut as I rise back up. He doubles over, so I help him to a bench as he tries to catch his breath.

"Okay, this is how it's going to be," I begin, getting in his face. "You stay away from me and my family and your ex-wife. You two are divorced now, so, she's free to do as she pleases. And you know what? I'm pretty sure if Amanda's up for it, we'll fuck the shit out of her all over again and please her in ways you and your tiny dick never could. So, this better be the last time I see you, or else I'm having you arrested for harassment and assault. You've been warned," I threaten and then stand up. "Just remember one thing, Andy, I keep my promises and back up my threats; don't test me."

I walk away fuming, my hands shaking from the confrontation. By the time I return to my car, I've worked out whatever nervous energy and aggression was still left in me after facing Andy. I haven't been in a fight since college and back then it was a stupid, drunken fight at a party; we weren't even angry with each other, just drunk and stupid. This was different, though. It wasn't a fight exactly, but it was still an unpleasant confrontation that got my adrenaline going for a minute.

When I return home, Amanda notices how tense I am. "What happened?" she asks immediately.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I play dumb.

"Did something happen at the office?" she asks.

"Oh, no, everything's fine with Bruce. Mark was actually promised my old job by the new owners once everything is completed there."

"Wow, good for him. So, why are you so tense, then? Do you need another massage?" she asks playfully.

I chuckle. "Maybe later. I, uh, had a run in at the beach," I say and then walk past her to the kitchen for a beer. 

"Run in with whom?" 

I open the refrigerator door and pull out a beer. "Andy," I tell her, twisting the cap off the cold bottle.

"Uh oh, that doesn't sound good. What happened?"

I swallow a mouthful of the bitter, bubbly liquid. "He tried accusing me of adultery with his wife," I say matter-of-factly. "Well, us," I clarify.

"They're not even together anymore!" she retorts defensively.

"That's pretty much what I told him, well that and some other things," I say and then tip the bottle back, pouring more beer down my throat.

"What other things?" she asks curiously.

I tell her the threat I gave him and at first she laughs but then she seems very turned on by how I handled Andy. 

"My big, strong, scary man; I think your act of heroism needs a reward," she says, stepping up to me with exaggerated steps that sway her luscious hips back and forth. Her shapely legs are almost fully exposed below her tiny, gray, cotton shorts; her tits bounce and jiggle beneath her black T-shirt with each deliberate step she takes. Her dark hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her perfect face as she draws nearer. She places her hands on my chest as she leans in and kisses me ever so gently on the lips; her warm breath is heavenly sweet, like she'd just eaten fresh watermelon with her lunch. Her hands slide down my body as she sinks to her knees. I watch as she unbuckles my belt and opens up my jeans before sliding them down to my ankles along with my boxers. 

She takes my half-hard cock in her hand, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. Then, lifting my rod, she licks me from balls to crown. She repeats the act a few times before slipping her lips around the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around it like a Popsicle. Then she slides my length to the back of her throat in one quick movement. Bobbing her head up and down my shaft she soaks my cock and then sits back on her heels to remove her top. Next she unfastens her bra and discards it as well. Then she takes my cock in her mouth again to lube it up some more before rising up and wrapping her tits around my throbbing member. This is one of my favorite things she does is let me titty-fuck her. Her naturally large tits are soft and smooth as they glide over my rigid cock. 

I set my beer down on the counter before I drop it on the floor. I sigh contentedly as she jerks me with her amazing breasts. She adds her mouth into the mix, sucking the tip as it pops up between the tops of her tits. After a couple minutes she stands up and plants her mouth on mine as she unbuttons my shirt frantically, desperately. I slip my fingers into her tiny shorts and push them down over her bubble butt, but that's as far as I can get them. I break our kiss and throw off my now unbuttoned shirt, sending it to the accumulating pile of clothing on the white, tile floor. I spin Amanda around and push her up against the counter I'd been leaning against and then drop to my knees to pull off her shorts the rest of the way. I then spread her legs apart and dive into her pussy, licking and kissing her puffy lips that glisten with her juices. She lifts her left leg over my shoulder to give me deeper access to her slit. I plunge my tongue inside and her other leg gives out. I'm already holding that leg, so I'm able to keep her from collapsing on top of me. 

I swirl my tongue around wildly, pressing my nose against her little bud of a clit. She whimpers and gasps as I attack her pussy with my mouth and tongue, drinking in her musky scent. Once she seems to be flowing with juices I stand up again and plant my drenched mouth on hers as I hold her left leg against my hip. She grabs my cock as she devours my tongue soaked in her juices and pulls me into her, lining my rod with her tunnel. Once the tip is in, I slam into her and pull her second leg up to wrap around my waist as I lift her up by the ass. Her legs wrap tightly around me and I pin her against the counter top before drilling into her. 

After a few heavy thrusts, I back away from the counter and she bounces on my cock. I ram up into her as she falls down onto me, my balls slap her round ass as we fuck. She bites into my shoulder, muffling her screams. I then set her down again, turn her around and bend her over towards the counter. She holds on with both hands as I realign my cock with her dripping entrance. When I slam home again we both grunt loudly and then I go to town on her. She growls and screams, looking over her shoulder at me as I hold her by the hips, pulling her into me as I jackhammer into her over and over. She begs for my cum as I know her orgasm is nearing. It comes sooner than expected as her pussy clenches my cock, her body goes stiff and then shudders violently as her orgasm hits her in waves. The added tightness of her pussy in that moment is more than I can take, so I blast her insides with my seed. When my cock is done plastering her insides, I slowly pull out of her, turn her around and plant my mouth on hers. 




My Wife The Hero Ch. 04



We're both startled by a knock at the front door. We look at each other confused, wondering if the other is expecting anyone. I pull on my jeans quickly and go to answer the door while Amanda pulls her shorts and T-shirt back on. 

"Dana!" I exclaim loud enough for Amanda to hear, surprised to see her. But there's another surprise accompanying her; a bruise surrounding her left eye. "Holy shit, what happened?" I ask her, pulling her into the house by her hand. She's shaking uncontrollably.

"Andy happened, that's what," she cries, falling into my shoulder, drenching it with her tears. I'm fuming but I hold it back; Dana's comfort is more important than beating the shit out of an asshole right now.

"Amanda!" I call as I kick the door shut and lead Dana towards the kitchen. 

Amanda appears around the corner to see Dana. At first she looks pleasantly surprised but then sees how upset Dana is and then finally notices her black eye. She looks to me for an answer and I tell her it was Andy. She takes Dana from me and leads her up to our room to clean her up. I watch as they go, debating whether I should stick around, call the cops or deal with Andy myself. I know one thing's for sure; I'm not sticking around here and doing nothing, so I retrieve my shirt from the kitchen and then walk out the door without a word to Amanda.



My Wife The Hero Ch. 05



When I'd left my house a couple hours ago, I had every intention of kicking Andy's ass. I wanted so much to just drive up to his house in Malibu, but a few minutes later, I decided to report him to the police instead. If I took matters into my own hands, I'd be the one getting arrested instead of him. Instead, I report the incident to the police and inform them that Dana, being the victim, is staying with me and my family for the time being. They tell me an arrest will be made that day and an officer will be coming by to take a statement from Dana.

When I arrive back at home, Amanda drills me about where I've been and even checks my hands for bruising.

"I didn't beat him up," I assure her. "I went to the police instead. Believe me; it took a lot for me to do that."

"You did what?" Dana asks from the top of the stairs. She sounds frightened.

"I reported him, Dana. It's the right thing to do," I reason with her.

"It won't stick! He's got crazy good lawyers on his payroll; they'll find a way to get him off!"

"I have a lawyer, too," I tell her. "And he is at your disposal; I just have to make a phone call."

She opens her mouth to speak, but doesn't know what to say. Instead, she walks back into the master bedroom and shuts the door.

"You did the right thing," Amanda assures me. "She just doesn't realize it's the best thing for her right now. Once they get her account, I don't see Andy getting away with this."

I shrug. "But anybody could have hit her. Hell, they could accuse me of it even though I reported it. These things are always messy."

"But, you have an alibi of where you've been the past few days. We haven't even seen Dana since Friday night, and her injuries are too fresh. Plus, I doubt Dana will turn it around on either of us," she says, hinting at something.

"I don't think so either, but why do you say that?" I ask, knowing she's trying to tell me something.

"Well, Dana has always been attracted to us, right? We've known that ever since the club incident," she explains.

I nod, prodding her to go on.

"Well, the way she talks about us, I think she's more than just attracted to us," she tells me.

"You're not saying she's like in love with us or something?" I chuckle.

Amanda just raises her eyebrows.

"Seriously?" I whisper and she nods.

"She all but told me while you were gone. I mean, we did show her a great night, but it's the way we've treated her and everything. Because of the acting she's done, she's always been admired and fawned over, but I guess we're the only ones who have treated her like a normal person and have just been her friends."

I look up at the door to our room and stare for a few moments. "Maybe we should go talk to her," I say.

Amanda nods her agreement and then follows me up the stairs. I knock on the door as I slowly open it. Dana is curled up on our bed, lying on Amanda's side of the bed. Amanda sits at her feet and gently pulls one into her lap, lightly massaging her. I kneel in front of her and see that her black eye has actually gotten worse. I suppress the anger beginning to boil in my chest again. If Andy happens to show up, I'd blacken both of his eyes as well as cause other damage. 

"I'm sorry if you feel like I went behind your back, Dana, but I only reported this because we care about you," I start. She stares back at me as I speak, tears slowly dripping out of her eyes, but she doesn't speak.

"Dana, we love you and care about you. Andy deserves to go to jail for this," Amanda reasons.

Dana's eye flickers in Amanda's direction but then looks back into my eyes again.

"We will be with you every step of the way through this. You won't be alone. In fact, I insist you stay in our guest room," I tell her. The guest room is between ours and the kids' rooms at the other end of the house. 

She closes her eyes, forcing out a couple more tears. "I'm sorry for how I reacted. I'm just scared," she says. 

I push my fingers through her silky blonde hair. "I know you are, but you don't have to be. You're safe with us; you always will be."

She tries to smile but doesn't seem to find it inside in that moment. I look at Amanda and she lightly jerks her head towards Dana. She doesn't have to use any words; I know she wants me to show Dana how much we love her. I cup her head in my hand and then lovingly kiss her on the lips and she returns it sweetly. She's able to smile a little better once I pull away.

"Thank you," she says. 

"Always," I say and smooth out her hair a little. 

Just then the doorbell rings. "That must be the police," I say and then stand up. I offer Dana my hand and she takes it. I then help her up and off of the bed. She hugs me tightly before following me to the front door, Amanda behind her.

I open the door and let the Detectives in. I offer my study to them to use and they take Dana in to gather her statement. After they're finished, they ask me some questions about where I was the past few hours. I give them an account and even tell them about my altercation with Andy a couple hours before Dana arrived on our doorstep. I provide them with the contact information needed to corroborate my story. 

"So, you assaulted the suspect?" One Detective asks.

"No, I defended myself after he attacked me. I only hit him once in the gut."

"And why did he attack you?" the other asks me.

I'm not sure how to answer but I know going with the truth is best; but will they believe the truth?

"He was jealous, sir," I answer honestly.

"Jealous of what?" the first one, a tall and thick man, asks.

I feel my face flush and I grin nervously, scratching the back of my head. "Jealous that I was able to please his ex-wife better than he ever could," I tell them.

"So, you had an affair," the second one, a thin but fit black man, says, scribbling on his notepad.

"Not exactly," I counter.

"How not?"

"Well, an affair would indicate there was cheating involved."

"But you slept with another woman," the first one points out.

"Along with my wife," I say, my face burning hot from having to give such an intimate detail.

The two detectives exchange a look. "If you don't believe me, you can ask my wife," I offer.

"We will, but we believe you. Miss Parks already explained what happened," the second one says with a grin. "We were just curious to see if you'd tell us or brag about it. Since you seem so apprehensive about divulging such an...intimate detail, proves it to be true. Though, I'd be braggin' about it, if ya know what I mean," he laughs.

I grin nervously, unsure of how to respond. 

"I think once we have your wife's statement, we should be on our way," the first one says and dismisses me. 

I thank him and then send Amanda in to speak with them. She isn't in there long before they're finished and leaving the house. 

"Thank you for doing this, Jeff," Dana says as we take a seat at our small dining table between the kitchen and family room. 

"We just want you to be safe, Dana. We care about you," I say, placing my hand over her folded ones. 

"If my face didn't still hurt, I'd, uh, give you guys my thanks," she says looking from me to Amanda and back again.

Amanda smiles as she continues preparing dinner. "Thank us by keeping an eye on the kids while we're gone?" she suggests and then the alarm system beeps as the front door opens and closes.

"Hello?" Tim calls from the front door where he should be kicking his shoes off onto the plastic mat along the wall to the right of the door.

"In here!" I call back to him.

"Oh, hey Aunt Dana," Tim says walking into the kitchen. Being one of our best friends, the kids have come to see her as family, hence the "Aunt Dana." "Holy shit, what happened to your eye?" he asks, blurting out the swear word.

"Tim!" I scold.

"Sorry, it slipped. What happened, though?"

"Oh, I slipped and fell, smacking my eye right on the edge of the counter," she lies and Tim sees through it.

"Don't lie, Aunt Dana. I know when someone's been hit. Who did it? Was it Uncle Andy?" he asks, getting more and more worked up with each question.

"Tim, calm down," Amanda says soothingly.

"Is that why there's a cop car outside?" he asks.

"I thought the detectives left," I say, standing up. I go the living room and look out the window. Sure enough, a squad car is parked along the curb in Tina's spot. I go outside to talk to them.

"Hello, sir," the one in the driver's seat says after stepping out of the car. "Can we help you?"

"Yeah, I was just wondering why you guys are here. The detectives already left."

"We're just watching the house until they have Mr. Sparks in custody," he explains. "We're here for your safety, that's all, sir."

I nod. "Thank you," I say relieved. I was afraid they were suspicious of me or Amanda. I go back inside and explain the situation to the others. 

"That's nice to know," Dana says, loosening up a little more.

"They haven't arrested him yet?" Tim asks an edge to his voice still.

"They will soon," I tell him. "Where's your sister?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"At school getting ready for the play," he says, calming down a little. "I actually came to get something and to pick up some dinner for her."

"Okay, come straight home after the play, alright? We need to go over the rules for while we're gone. Aunt Dana is going to be staying here until this whole thing settles down," I explain. 

Tim gets up with a nod, hugs Dana and then disappears to his room for a couple minutes before leaving again.

"He's a good kid," Dana says when we hear the door shut. 

I nod and Amanda says, "Yes he is."

"Are he and Tina still close?" she asks.

"Yes, they are," I pipe in quickly before Amanda can share any of her suspicions about our children. I still don't see what she does, but I could just be denying the truth.

"That's great. I wish I'd had a brother or sister growing up," Dana admits. "It can get lonely as an only child."

"They've grown pretty close lately," Amanda chimes in. "We were a little concerned they were drifting apart when they started High School, but the past month or so, they seem to have been growing closer together again."

"That makes sense; they're going off to college in a few months, they won't see each other every day like they have the past eighteen years," Dana reasons.

"True," Amanda admits. "And if Tim decides on Stanford, they'll only see each other at holidays."

"What are his options?" Dana asks curiously.

"He has offers for football at both Stanford and USC," I pipe up, rejoining the conversation. "But, he's got other offers as well; those are just the two he's debating about right now."

"And where will Tina be going?"

"UCLA," Amanda says. 

"Well, if he chooses USC, you could probably save money by getting them an apartment somewhere between the two," Dana suggests.

Amanda flashes me a look and I shake my head subtly. "That's not a bad idea, Dana. We'll look into that as soon as he makes a decision."

Dana smiles and then stands up from the table. "I think I'm going to freshen up, if that's okay," she says. 

"Of course," I say and stand up as well. "You'll have your own bathroom, actually, so you'll have total privacy while you're here," I tell her as I lead her upstairs.

"This is so kind of you guys. I almost didn't think we'd really ever see each other again after what happened last weekend," she says, blushing a little.

I put my arm around her as we reach the stairs. "Dana, we love you and will never forget that night. At least, I know I won't," I say with a chuckle. Her arm slips around my waist as she rests her head on my shoulder. I won't lie, I'm enjoying the contact with her. A part of me wouldn't mind a repeat of last Friday night, but only if Amanda is there. I won't do anything without her knowing or approving or joining.

I show her to her temporary room, which is between mine and Amanda's and Tina's; Tim's is directly across from his sister's, separated by a Jack and Jill style bathroom. The three full bathrooms was one of the things that sold us on the house. There's even a half-bath downstairs connecting my study to the laundry room, which then leads out to the garage. 

Dana's room, though, is comfortably decorated with a queen-sized bed, a wall-length dresser with six-foot-long framed mirror attached. Her bathroom comes complete with a shower stall and a deep tub set into the outer wall. A curtained window is set a foot above the tub, allowing plenty of daylight into the room. 

"How's the bed?" she asks.

"Very comfortable," I answer emphatically. "Whenever either of us is sick, the other stays in here for the night so we don't catch the other's illness."

Dana laughs and shakes her head. "You really love your wife. It's great to see," she says.

I obviously missed something and then realize that she'd been implying something else when asking me about the bed.

I grin. "Thanks. I'll let you get cleaned up, I'm sure Amanda won't mind if you borrow something of hers to wear."

"Thanks, Jeff," she says and then kisses me on the cheek. "You guys are too sweet to me," she whispers and then hugs me tightly, mashing her perfect tits into my chest. I feel my cock begin to stir, so I quickly break the hug and tell her I'll see her at dinner and then quickly leave the room. 

"You told her to borrow something of mine to wear, right?" Amanda asks, setting a large pot of water on the stove. 

I grab her by the elbow and plant my mouth on hers. She returns the kiss with as much vigor as me and then breaks the kiss a few seconds later.

"What was that for?" she asks with a big, toothy smile.

"Just that I love you," I say, stroking her upper arms.

"What did she do?" she asks knowingly.

"All she did was thank me for us taking care of her. Just a kiss on the cheek and a hug, I swear."

Amanda laughs. "Obviously that was it or else you'd still be up there and I'd be getting jealous."

"I would never cheat on you," I promise her.

"I know, but that's not what I meant. I meant I'd be jealous I wasn't up there with you," she says and then kisses me again.

"We still can," I suggest.

She slaps my arm. "Don't push it, buddy," she laughs. "I have a hypothetical question," she announces, turning on the heat to the stove.

"Ask away, my love," I say and go to the wine cabinet to pick out something for dinner.

"Let's say we bring Dana into our relationship on a fairly regular basis," she starts.

"You mean, like adding her as our own personal girlfriend?"

"Exactly!" she agrees. 

"Go on, I think I like where this is heading," I say and she laughs.

"You would," she says sarcastically. "Anyway, my question is this: if we had that kind of relationship with her, what would you do if, say, you walked in on me and her together? Would you get jealous? Would it turn you on?"

"You're joking, right?" I ask and she giggles.

"No, I'm serious. How would you react?"

"I would be naked in seconds and join you two. That's been a fantasy of mine since I could masturbate, to walk in on my wife or girlfriend with another girl who was willing to share and be shared."

"Good to know. So, if we happened to plan a surprise for you by taking pictures and/or video and sending it to you while you were at work, that would be okay?"

"Are you sure this is hypothetical and not asking permission?" I test her.

Amanda giggles again. "I guess we'll have to see, huh?"

I re-enter the kitchen with three wine glasses and a bottle tucked under my arm, sporting a huge erection beneath my jeans.

"I guess I have your permission either way," she laughs. 

"I think that you do," I agree and then set the wine and glasses down. 

Stepping up to her, I turn her towards me by the elbow and plant my mouth on hers. She kisses back with gusto, snaking her hand into my pants. Her fingers slip inside my boxers and then slide down my shaft to my balls, which she grabs onto.

"Should we even bother with this dinner?" she asks.

We hear the shower finally turn on upstairs and give each other knowing grins. Dana is naked almost directly above us in the guest bathroom. Amanda squeezes my testicles again and then kisses me.

"Let's put dinner on hold," I say and then kiss her neck. 

I grab onto her barely covered ass. She hadn't changed her clothes since Dana showed up this afternoon. I squeezed her cheek, digging my fingers into the skin just below her shorts. With my other hand I ravage her right breast, on top of her tiny shirt at first, but then I slide my hand up underneath, reveling in the feel of her hot skin on my hand. Her nipple hardens in my palm.

"Take me upstairs," she whispers her request.

I stop and pick her up to carry her like I had the day we bought the house and I carried her across the threshold. As I take her up the stairs she kisses and licks my neck. I lose train of thought as I enter the room; I set her down and we frantically remove our clothes and then I chase her onto the bed. She giggles loudly as I playfully tackle her onto the mattress, landing on her from behind. I pull her thick, soft hair away from the back of her neck and begin kissing her flesh while my cock slides up and down the crack of her ass. Letting go of her hair, I grope her breasts with one hand while I tickle her bellybutton with the other. She squirms at the tickling but presses her perfect ass against me as well. I grind into her in response. 

I begin kissing down her smooth back, working my way down to that bubble butt I love so much. When I reach those perfect buns, I slap one and then the other and she gasps from the initial sting and then moans in delight, so I repeat the spankings and then lift her onto her knees. I spread her legs and lick between the puffy lips of her sopping pussy from behind. Her sweet and musky scent pushes me into overdrive and I dive in, probing her insides as far as my tongue will reach. I can hear her moans turn into small screams as I continue my assault on her pussy. I move up and tongue her ass for a minute and she rocks back on her knees, humping my tongue as it pushes inside. 

"Fuck me, Jeff! Stick that cock in me and fuck me!" she demands. 

As I climb onto the bed and line my cock up with her pussy, we hear the shower water turn off. That's when we realize we're in Dana's room. We freeze for a moment as Dana's gloriously naked body appears in the doorway. We look at her over our shoulders, caught in the act.

"Still trying to cheer me up?" she asks.

"We, uh, duh, duh," I stammer with my cock half-buried in Amanda's pussy. 

"Get that pussy over here," Amanda demands and Dana smiles widely for the first time today. She doesn't bother drying off the rest of her body as she runs around the bed and climbs up in front of Amanda with her legs spread and her legs folded behind her at the knee. As Amanda begins to eat Dana out, Dana uses Amanda's shoulders for support to hold herself up. I snap out of my daze from watching my wife go to town on Dana and then slide my cock in the rest of the way, pressing my pelvis against her ass. I quickly find a rhythm and pound into her pussy while I watch her eat Dana out like a fucking porn star. I spank her right cheek and she moans into Dana's pussy, which elicits a moan from Dana due to the vibrations caused by Amanda's voice. I slap the other cheek and she squeals and then groans again. 

"My legs are getting tired," Dana tells me. "Can we change things up?" 

I nod and pull out of Amanda.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask her, slowly jerking my cock as I admire both of the gorgeous women before me.

"I liked how we were when you were laying down," Dana admits. "But I think I want to switch positions."

"I will gladly eat that tight pussy of yours," I tell her and then Amanda makes space for me in the middle of the bed to lie down.




My Wife The Hero Ch. 05



Once I'm on my back, Dana straddles my face and I pull her pussy onto my mouth while Amanda guides my cock back into her pussy, but it feels tighter. I push Dana up off my face to see what my wife is up to and realize, she's impaling her ass with my cock. She winks at me devilishly and I give her a grin of thanks. Her ass is so hot on my cock as she slowly sinks down on top of me. I pull Dana's pussy back onto my face and attack her with my tongue. In time we all find a rhythm together; I'm amazed at how well the three of us can read each other and work so well together. I wish I could see what it looks like, but I revel in the feel of it all. 

Dana's pussy is sugary sweet, yet tangy at the same time. I probe her as deep as I can with my tongue and she grinds her pussy against my face to get me deeper inside. Amanda's tight ass sucks the life out of my cock for what seems forever before I begin to feel an orgasm build up inside of me. Amanda sense is as well and slows down her assault on my pole. Then she does the unthinkable and pulls off of me. But then I feel her mouth wrap around my cock and slowly suck me off. I can't believe she's just gone from ass to mouth with my cock, but who am I to complain? I slowly buck my hips to shove my dick further into her mouth.

"God that's hot," I hear Dana's muffled voice say. "Baby, let me have that pussy," she requests from Amanda. Amanda stops her ministrations to my cock and Dana even leaves my face. 

"What's going on?" I ask.

"We're going to change things up again," Dana says. "Get up. Amanda you recline against the headboard and open those legs up for me. Jeff, you get behind me and fuck whatever hole you want," she instructs and we comply. I get to watch my wife get eaten out by a drop-dead-gorgeous movie star. We get into the positions Dana commanded and quickly find our rhythm again. I decide to start with her pussy to get lubed back up again, but after a couple minutes, I pull out of her and press the tip of my cock against her puckered hole. She's even tighter than Amanda!

She looks back at me, beaming at me from ear to ear as she relaxes her ass so I can penetrate her. The head of my cock pops in and she groans deeply before resuming her licking and probing of Amanda's pussy. I take hold of Dana's hips and pull her back on my cock as it slowly makes its way up her ass. When I finally bottom out, I hold myself there, admiring the view of my cock buried in her ass, her sexy back arched slightly, and her face buried in my wife's pussy. I make eye contact with Amanda and she looks hungry, so I give her what she wants and pull out most of the way of Dana's ass and then slide back in slowly. Dana relaxes and flexes her ass as I'm buried to the hilt, milking me for my cum. I decide to give in to her request to paint her bowels with my seed, so I pound into her over and over again. Soon she's screaming too much to eat Amanda out anymore. Instead, Amanda lifts Dana's face up to hers and kisses her as I bang the shit out of her ass. It's an amazing feeling inside of Dana's ass; like something I've never experienced before. Amanda provides support for Dana as her arms begin to give out; Dana's orgasm must be coming soon if it hasn't already hit. 

A few seconds later, Dana finds new strength and rocks back against my cock every few of my thrusts. We keep this up until I feel my balls tighten. I pick up the pace and Dana holds herself still as she senses my climax coming. My balls slap against her pussy, which Amanda is now licking and fingering as she is nearly in a 69 position with Dana. I feel that wonderful sensation of my oncoming explosion rise up in my cock and for a few seconds I ride it out before I finally fill up her ass with my seed. Dana screams out in ecstasy as I shoot load after load into her. When I finish, it takes everything inside of me not to collapse on top of both women. I slowly pull out of her and lie next to them as Amanda continues to eat Dana out. Dana leans over and kisses me as I rest my head on one of the pillows.

"No one has ever fucked my ass that good before," she tells me and then closes her eyes as Dana hits a sensitive spot. 

"I'm glad I could be your first good anal experience. It was amazing for me as well," I tell her.

"I can tell after six huge blast of cum," she praises and then kisses me again. "No more talking for now, just enjoy the show," she says and then dives into my wife's pussy. After a couple more minutes of them eating each other out, my wife pushes Dana off of her and then directs her into a sitting position. They scissor their legs and then press their pussies together. They both look at me wickedly as they begin to grind each other. If I hadn't just blown a huge load into Dana's ass, I would get hard immediately as I watch them perform my favorite lesbian position. Soon they're kissing, licking, moaning and groaning in turn as their orgasms build. They begin to slap their pussies against each other audibly as their fucking grows more intense. Then they finally come to a conclusion and hold each other, catching their breath as their climaxes subside.

Amanda looks at me with a question in her eyes. I nod, knowing exactly what she's asking me.

"Dana, there's something we'd like to ask you," Amanda says once her breathing has calmed.

"Whatever the question is, the answer is yes," she says and we laugh.

"We would like to bring you into our relationship, to make us a real threesome, where we can share and be shared equally with no worry of cheating. We'd like you to be our girlfriend, if you'd like to be," Amanda says.

Dana looks from each of us to the other. She doesn't answer for a long time and we're both afraid she may not, or that she'll reject the idea altogether. 

"Of course!" she cries. "I've wanted this for so long, you have no idea!" she kisses Amanda again and then reaches for me. I join in and kiss her as well to celebrate the addition to our relationship.

"If it weren't for our anniversary," Amanda says. "We'd bring you on our trip with us this weekend."

Dana laughs. "No, you two have fun. I'll take care of the kids and the house. We'll pick up right where we leave off when you get back. What will the kids think, though?" she asks.

"Well, we'll have to try and keep it quiet for a few months until they take off for college," I say. "But, if they ask, I guess we'll just have to tell them the truth."



My Wife The Hero Ch. 06



"YES! OH, FUCK! RIGHT... FUCKING... THERE... I'M...RIGHT...THERE... FFFFUUUUUUCK!" Amanda screams from the 18th floor balcony of our hotel room the last night of our trip. I have her bent over the railing as I fuck her pussy thoroughly. I feel her clench my cock each time I bottom out inside of her, milking me for all I'm worth. She pushes back against me as I thrust forward, the slapping of my pelvis against her glorious ass growing louder and sharper as we fuck. Then, finally, I feel my orgasm reaching its arrival. I pick up the pace and she screams through clenched teeth to try and keep her volume down after realizing she'd let out such a slew of obscenities a second ago. I grunt over and over, pulling her against me by the hips. Her body tenses and I do as well as I slam one last time into her as my first major rope of cum begins to fill her womb. I pull back and then slam in again as I blast her with another glob of goo. I repeat this over and over until I have nothing left to deposit. Somewhere in there, her own juices gushed out of her and onto my now softening cock. 

Completely spent, I help her walk back into our hotel room and collapse on the bed together. We don't even bother with the sheets since it's such a warm night in San Diego. Amanda cuddles up to my side, panting as we both catch our breath. We hadn't even fucked that vigorously our first night with Dana or at her pool that wonderful night. We don't say much, we just enjoy being close, not to mention naked, without worry of interruption from the kids or a phone call. That's when it hits me; we haven't heard from the kids or Dana the entire trip. I try shrugging it off mentally as them giving us space to enjoy our anniversary, but it's just weird to never even get a text the whole time.

"Thinking about the kids?" Amanda asks.

"Is that weird?" I ask her with a chuckle.

"Not really, I was thinking about them too. They've been really kind to not bother us, but I miss their voices. I wish they would have called at least once," she says, voicing my concerns.

I sigh. "Let's try not to worry about it. Our trip is almost over; we'll see them tomorrow," I say and hold her naked frame closer to me. She sighs contentedly, holding me tightly as we drift off to sleep.

I have one of the worst nightmares I've ever experienced. I see Amanda and I walk up to our front door to find it's been kicked in. Panic immediately sets in; I'm suddenly seeing through my eyes again as I grab Amanda and tell her to stay back and call the police. Suddenly I'm watching myself again as I enter the house. The entry way and living room look undisturbed; the house is perfectly quiet; too quiet, in fact. I should be hearing Tim and Tina voices somewhere, or a television, or...or...something! 

I walk towards the kitchen, back in first person view again; I can hear my heart pounding in my chest but I don't feel it. When I reach the casual dining area between the kitchen and family room, I see the loveseat pushed aside and the couch pillows strewn about the room. If the door hadn't been kicked in I would assume the kids had had a pillow fight or something innocent like that.

To my left, the kitchen is clear, so I head back towards the front door to head up stairs. That's when I notice a trickle of blood on the cold, white tile. I hear my heart begin to race and my breathing come out in short, panicked breaths. I fight to gain control of myself in case my kids are in real trouble. Taking the stairs slowly, I notice smears of blood on every other step. At the top, the trail heads left, towards the kids' rooms. Every door is open except for Tina's on the right at the end of the hall. That's when I hear muffled voices.

I rush towards the door and try to open it, but it's locked. 

"Kick it in!" Amanda says, suddenly behind me. 

I pound on the door instead, demanding Tina to open the door. A voice behind the door gives their own command but I can't understand what they say. I meet my wife's eyes again and she's pleading with me to kick the door in. I do and find a faceless man holding a knife to Dana's throat; Tina's tied up naked to her bed and Tim is lying on the floor in a pool of blood. I stare at the man holding the knife to Dana's throat and his face begins to take form almost like a photo on a computer, slowly adding more and more detail as the file loads. I realize that it's Andy. He's murdered my son, raped my daughter and is now holding Dana at knifepoint, ready to cut her open.

I sit up in a cold sweat and whip my head around the room, trying to figure out where I am. 

"Jeff? What's wrong?" Amanda asks worried.

I turn towards her breathing heavily. I pull her into me and sob uncontrollably. Amanda guides me back down to the bed and sits against the headboard with my head in her naked lap. Her fingers run through my hair as she tries to put my mind at ease and remind me it wasn't real; what I'd seen was just a really bad dream. I'm almost ashamed at how I reacted to the false reality of my nightmare, but how am I supposed to react to seeing my son murdered, my daughter tied to a bed and our girlfriend about to lose her life?

"It's okay," Amanda whispers soothingly. "It wasn't real. It was just a dream," she continues to say soothing things until I calm down and fall back asleep. No wonder we have such good kids when they have a mother like this.

The next morning I wake to Amanda spooning behind me and her hand wrapped around my stiff morning wood. My cock twitches at her touch now that I'm conscious. 

"Good morning," she says softly.

"Good morning," I say, turning my head towards her slightly.

"How did you sleep?" she asks me.

"Better than before," I assure her.

"Good. Do you need some cheering up still?" she asks with a soft stroke of my already hard cock.

I close my eyes to revel in her touch. "Maybe a little," I say and slowly turn to face her; she only pulls her hand away from my cock to reposition herself. She rises onto her knees and then settles between my legs, looking up at me as she takes my cock into her mouth, slowly sliding her lips and tongue up and down my shaft. With one of her hands she lightly massages my balls. If we hadn't fucked so much over the weekend, I'd be afraid of blowing my load too early. She continues to tease and suck my cock for a few more minutes; I lose myself in the sensations she's sending through my body until she stops. I feel her moving on the mattress and then notice her legs slide against mine. 

I open my eyes again and see her lowering her pussy onto my waiting cock. She slides down my throbbing member easily and then sits there with her me buried deep inside her. I slide my hands up her legs to her bubble butt and give it a squeeze. She lifts slightly with a giggle and then falls back down on my cock. I rub her back gently until I reach her shoulder blades and then slip my hands around to her front to fondle her beautiful tits. As I'm doing this, she's slowly rising up and down my cock more and more. Her hot pussy sets my cock on fire, making me hornier and hornier. A part of me wants to ravage her body like I got to last night, but I hold back to make this morning sex last as long as possible. 

Sitting up, I put my hands on her back and pull her chest to my face. I press my face between her gorgeous tits and shake my head back and forth. She laughs and I pull my head away to look up at her. She kisses me, slipping her tongue directly into my mouth. Mine meets hers and they dance together. Amanda breaks our kiss and pushes me back down to the bed to begin riding me. She rocks her hips forward and back for a few seconds and then bounces on her knees for a few more before stopping that to gyrate her hips in sexy circles. She keeps this up until she notices the look in my eyes that tell her I'm ready to cum soon. She goes back to rocking her hips back and forth with my cock deep inside her. Her breathing grows more ragged and labored as I sense her own orgasm building. The headboard begins to bang against the wall a little, but as she rocks harder and faster, nearly threatening to break my rock hard cock off, the banging against the wall grows faster and louder. At one point the neighboring room pounds on the wall and shouts at us to give it a rest. That just spurs Amanda to fuck me harder. I'm really nearing my end at this point and decide not to hold back. 

I thrust up in to her as she crashes down on me, the bed squeaking with each collision. I reach up and squeeze her perfect tits and she cries out. Her pussy clenches around my ready cock and I explode, unable to hold back anymore. I fill her womb once again with my seed and she screams out her orgasm. When both of us are done, she lays down on top of me, my dick still firmly up her pussy, slowly beginning to grow softer. We breathe heavily and kiss sweetly here and there, expressing the love we're celebrating this weekend.

A minute later someone pounds on our door. Amanda perks up, climbs off of me and walks to the door naked. I follow behind her but stay back a few feet to see how she plans on handling this.

She opens the door and a burly man a few years older than us appears in our doorway. He looks ready to chew us out but his words catch in his throat as he looks over my wife's body. He stammers and is barely able to get out a coherent thought before Amanda speaks up.

"I'm sorry, did we wake you?" she asks innocently.

He nods stupidly, staring at my wife's tits. I don't blame him; if I wasn't married to her I'd be in awe of them as well. Honestly, I am, just not in the same way this guy is. He's getting to see them for the first time, which is always a blessing with Amanda's perfect body.

"I'm sorry. We were just celebrating our anniversary. Are you here with your wife?" she asks.

He nods dumbly again.

"Are you celebrating your anniversary too?" Amanda asks excitedly; I know she's acting to keep him from getting too upset. 

He shakes his head this time. "Honeymoon," he finally spits out.

"Oh, congratulations!" she cheers and then hugs her naked body against his clothed one. He raises his hands to show me he's not trying anything with her. I shrug and chuckle at his awkwardness. He pats her on the back, mumbles a thank you and then returns to his room. A minute later, we hear their headboard pounding against our wall. So, we decide to compete with them.

Amanda sucks me to hardness again in a matter of seconds, straddles my waist and impales her pussy with my throbbing prick. She waits a beat and then begins to rock her hips back and forth, quickly getting up to a pace that knocks the headboard against the wall; it feels incredible, no, she feels incredible. And the fact that we know what's going on next door is even more of a turn on. I sit up, grab her around the waist, roll us over and then plow into her roughly. I prop myself up on my elbows and fuck her wildly as her head knocks into the headboard with a pillow as a buffer. We hear his grunts begin to seep through the drywall followed by shrill barks and screams from his wife. Amanda and I make eye contact and she grins mischievously before letting out her own long moans. I'm not one to make a lot of noise, but the amount of force I use to fuck her pushes a few grunts and moans from me as well. I'm not faking my sounds and after a few seconds, Amanda no longer is either.

After Amanda lets out a long, guttural growl, she locks her eyes on mine with primal lust. She wants it rougher, harder, and she wants to win; there's only one way we know we can outdo them. I pull out of her quickly, she then scrambles to her hands and knees in front of me and spreads her legs wide and I spread her ass cheeks. I press the tip of my cock against her puckered hole and push forward. Once she loosens up her sphincter a little more, her ass swallows up the head of my cock. It's even hotter inside her ass than her pussy and her tightness drives me insane. I'm glad we'd just fucked a few minutes ago, or this competition would be over pretty quickly. Amanda then pushes herself back on my cock slowly as I press forward. Inch by excruciating inch, I open her up with my rigid pole. Finally I bottom out and she gasps.

"Fuck me," she cries. "I almost forgot how full my ass feels with you inside me."

"I almost forgot how tight you are," I say and then slap her right cheek, leaving a pink hand mark behind.

Her primal, lustful look returns as I slap her ass again and her eyes command me to fuck her. I pull back a couple inches and then press forward again, hoping to stretch her out a little more to make the fucking a little smoother. I pull back a little further this time and then push back in with a little more force. 

"Shit," she gasps as I do it again.

"You like that, baby?" I say and then smack her left cheek hard.

"Fuck yeah, smack that ass!" she demands.

I slap her left cheek again to balance the sting on her ass out and then pull halfway out of her, then immediate slam back into her. There's a slight slapping sound of skin on skin as I do. I pull back a little farther and do it again a little harder, my hands on her hips, pulling her back into me. I push her forward and then pull her back as I build up momentum. She's helping by rocking back and forth with my motions, keeping in perfect rhythm. Soon, her head is bumping into the top of the headboard. She grabs a pillow to keep from bruising and then commands me to pick up the pace and fuck her harder. I'm not one to argue with her in bed, so I do exactly as she says and increase the fucking tenfold, fucking her fast and hard. She screams louder than before and even slaps her hand against the wall. 

I hadn't noticed until then, but our neighbors are no longer pounding against the wall, but when I slow down to try and hear something, we catch the unmistakable sound of mattress springs squeaking in a steady rhythm. Amanda grins at me and then pushes herself further up the wall, so she's in less of a doggy-style position and a little more vertical, holding herself against the wall. I resume pounding her ass with my meat and her screams continue once again. She slaps and pounds on the wall, changing from a flat hand to a fist every so often. I lean against her and squeeze her large breasts and she screams even louder. I pinch her nipples and her pitch goes higher, almost piercing my ears. Her excitement increases my drive and I begin to really punish her ass with my rod. I'm almost afraid I'm causing permanent damage but her screams and growls prod me on and I comply.

She senses me beginning to reach my climax and I know she's reaching hers. I bite down on her shoulder and she nearly puts her fist through the drywall in front of her. I don't bite hard enough to draw blood, but I definitely leave bite marks. 

"Do it again," she growls at me and I move to her other shoulder and bite down. She screams out with one, loud blood curdling scream and I lose it. My cock coats her bowels and sends her over the edge. "Make me squirt, baby!" She screams out and then I hear the unmistakable sound of liquid flowing out onto the bed as fucking her ass seems to do to her.

When my squirting into her ass and her squirting onto the bed finally stops, we collapse onto the bed and pant heavily, trying desperately to catch our breath.

"Think we won?" she asks and all I can do is let out a single laugh.

"I always win with you, babe," I say, knowing full well how cheesy it was to say.

She giggles and shakes her head. "Cheesy and sweet, just the way I like you," she says and then slaps my hip. 

"Let's shower and get some breakfast. I'm starving," I say and she nods. 

"In a minute; I'm not sure I can get up just yet," she tells me.

"Yeah, me either."

Our phone suddenly rings and Amanda looks at me over her shoulder. I shrug and pick up the hotel phone.

"Hello?" I say.

"Did you kill her?" I hear the voice of our neighbor ask me.

I laugh loudly as does Amanda. "No, just made her squirt all over the bed."

"You're kidding me," he says in disbelief.

"I wouldn't joke about that."

"How'd you do it?"

"Anal," I say simply. 

"She lets you do that?" he asks.

"She does now," I say.

"You're a lucky sonofabitch," he says quickly.

"Thank you," I chuckle.

"Well, it seems you two have won our little competition," he chuckles. "We'd like to buy you breakfast, outside of the hotel, of course."

Amanda looks at me and nods. "I think we'd like that," I tell him.

"Great, see you downstairs in twenty?" he suggests.

I nod. "Sounds good, neighbor!" I chime and then we hang up.

We check out just before meeting the couple from the neighboring room to ours and enjoy a nice breakfast. As promised, Martin and Ginny (short for Virginia) buy us breakfast at this classy place that overlooks the bay. I take notice of Ginny, a voluptuous redhead just a little curvier than Amanda. She doesn't have the tight stomach Amanda's got, but her wide, round hips and almost oversized tits make up for that and then some. Her pretty face is lightly dusted with freckles; blessed with luscious lips that often spread into a wide, toothy smile set just below her thin nose that separates two gorgeous green eyes. I find it difficult not to stare at her, and I notice Amanda is struggling with that as well. 

"So, you're on your honeymoon?" Amanda speaks up as we settle in at our table and begin perusing the menu.

"Yes," Ginny says happily. "Martin and I met shortly after his divorce two years ago and he finally decided to make an honest woman out of me," she teases him. 

"Well, when a year ago she mentioned that the only time I noticed another woman was when she pointed one out to me, I knew I had to stop messing around and put a ring on her," he jokes right back.

"That's great!" Amanda praises with a little laughter at their playful banter.

"How long have you two been married?" Ginny asks.

"Twenty-four years," I tell them. 

"Any kids?" she asks.

"Twins!" Amanda chimes in. "Tim and Tina," she says and pulls out her phone to show them pictures.

"Oh my! They are gorgeous. They definitely take after their parents," Ginny compliments us. 

"Thank you," we both say simultaneously, which elicits some laughter. 

"So, are you two from around here, or just visiting on your honeymoon?" Amanda asks, putting her phone away to look over the menu some more.

"We're from out of town, actually," Martin says. I'd already noticed a southern accent but I wasn't sure where it was from exactly.

"Oh, where from?" Amanda pries.

"Oklahoma," Ginny says.

"I've always wanted to see the south," Amanda says. "Is it as pretty as people say?"

"Oklahoma is beautiful, but it's no southern California," Martin says.

"I'm sure it's much better there," I joke and they laugh.

"Well, we don't have your beaches," Martin points out.

"Or our traffic or overpopulation," I counter.

He nods. "Fair enough, but we don't mind some of that population, if ya know what I mean," he raises an eyebrow at me.

I nod enthusiastically. "I won't disagree with you there," I chuckle.

That's when we notice our wives staring at us. "Sorry," we both say in the same defeated tone and the ladies burst out in laughter.

"Right, like we don't notice the California girls," Amanda says through her laughter.

"Right?" Ginny agrees. 

We enjoy a wonderful breakfast together and get to know our new friends really well through our conversation, but Amanda and I begin to miss our kids, not to mention Dana, so we tell them we really must get going. We exchange information and tell them if they make it further north to Orange County to give us a call and we'll all go out together for dinner and drinks. They drive us back to the hotel, and take us right to our car; we say our goodbyes and then part ways for the drive home.




My Wife The Hero Ch. 06



"They were so nice," Amanda says. "I hope they call. They'll be fun to get to know a little better."

"I think Martin would love to get to know you better, that's for sure," I chuckle.

"Do you blame him?" she asks in mock arrogance. 

I look over her body like I always do and shake my head. "Not one bit."

"How about that Ginny, though?" Amanda says and sighs sharply at the memory of her dangerous curves. 

I nod in agreement. "I wouldn't mind getting to know her a little better," I say.

"Could you imagine the craziness if we hooked up with them and included Dana as well?"

"I can tell you right now, Martin and I would be on cloud nine with the three of you perfect ladies," I say and she laughs and then kisses me. She slips in a little tongue and I swerve on the freeway slightly. "Not now, babe," I say, laughing. "I'd rather not kill us on the drive home."

She laughs and we continue to talk about our new friends and fantasize about them. When we pull up to the house that Sunday afternoon, the house is suspiciously quiet. Dana isn't home, but we expect her to come and go as she pleases. However, the kids' cars are both parked outside. I fight to keep my mind from remembering my nightmare this morning.

"Where is everybody?" I wonder out loud.

"Well, it's Sunday afternoon, the kids are probably sleeping still. Especially if they celebrated after the play last night," Amanda says as she taps out a text message on her phone; I assume to Dana.

A few seconds later it chimes back. "Dana's grocery shopping. She doesn't need to do that."

I shrug. "She's staying here for free, she probably feels like she should pitch in a little," I reason.

"True. I'll go wake Tina, you get Tim, maybe the five of us can go get lunch when Dana gets back," Amanda suggests and I agree, leading her up the stairs. 

I knock on Tim's door and quietly enter while Amanda does the same at Tina's door. Tim's not in his bed, so I assume with track approaching, he's out for a short run. When I turn around I see Amanda standing completely still.

"Honey, what's wrong?" I ask as I walk up. Her mouth is hanging open and her eyes are wide in shock. 

I turn and see what has her completely petrified: our children are fast asleep in Tina's bed, completely naked. Amanda's been right all along...



My Wife The Hero Ch. 07



This will be the final chapter of My Wife The Hero. Yes, I did put "To Be Continued..." at the end, but the story will be picked up by the kids in a new series entitled "Tim and Tina's Story" and will obviously be in the Incest category. I want to thank all of you who have given my positive feedback and constructive criticism along the way. This has been a fun story to write. I hope you'll all be interested in Tim and Tina's story as well!*

*****

"Where is everybody?" I wonder out loud.

"Well, it's Sunday afternoon, the kids are probably sleeping still. Especially if they celebrated after the play last night," Amanda says as she taps out a text message on her phone; I assume to Dana.

A minute later it chimes back. "Dana's grocery shopping. She doesn't need to do that."

I shrug. "She's staying here for free, she probably feels like she should pitch in a little," I reason.

"True. I'll go wake Tina, you get Tim, maybe the five of us can go get lunch when Dana gets back," Amanda suggests and I agree, leading her up the stairs. 

I knock on Tim's door and quietly enter while Amanda does the same at Tina's door. Tim's not in his bed, so I assume with track approaching, he's out for a short run. When I turn around I see Amanda standing completely still, staring at Tina's bed.

"Honey, what's wrong?" I ask as I walk up. Her mouth is hanging open and her eyes are wide in shock. 

I turn and see what has her completely petrified: our children are fast asleep in Tina's bed, completely naked. Amanda's been right all along.

I clear my throat and Tim's eyes pop open and lock onto mine for a moment and then they scan as much of the room as he can without lifting is head. He whispers something I can barely hear, so I kneel down next to him.

"Is he gone?" he repeats. 

"Is who gone?" I ask quietly, my stomach tensing up.

"Uncle Andy," he says; that's when I notice that his sister's arm, which is holding onto him, is shaking like a leaf.

"There's nobody here," I tell him.

"Are you sure?" Tim whispers again.

I look up at Amanda but she's already leaving the room. "Stay here," I tell the kids and then pull Tina's door shut. 

Catching up with Amanda in the hallway, I grab her wrist before she opens Dana's door. I turn her towards me, shocked to see such a livid expression on her face. 

"What?" she hisses. 

"Let me check the rooms first, you stay with the kids," I tell her in a hushed tone.

"Why? I can handle that little prick."

"Not if the little prick has a gun," Andy's voice startles us both from our bedroom door. I look over Amanda's shoulder as she turns towards him. He has a .22 pointed at Dana's right temple. "Didn't think I'd retaliate, Jeff?"

"Why don't you put the gun down, Jeff?" I suggest calmly. "We can talk about this."

"Why don't you shut the fuck up?" he replies furiously, aiming the gun at me.

Amanda steps into his line of sight. "Andy," she says in as sultry of a voice as she can muster through her fear. I can hear her voice wavering slightly. He keeps the gun pointed at me while holding Dana in a chokehold, but his eyes dart in Amanda's direction. "That's it, I'm right here," she says, her hands raised as she slowly walks towards him.

"Stay back," he warns and then presses the small barrel of the gun to Dana's head again.

Amanda freezes with her hands raised in a nonthreatening way. "Andy, relax, we're all friends here," she says, trying to remind him of our past relationship with him.

"Friends don't steal from each other," he says and then points the gun at Amanda. 

She gasps slightly but barely flinches. "You're right, Andy, they don't," she agrees with him, attempting to gain his trust. "But, you don't really believe we stole Dana, do you?" she asks, taking a couple tentative steps forward.

"As soon as she left me, you two pounced on her!" he shouts.

Amanda nods. "I know it seems that way," she starts. "But, sweetie, that's now how it happened."

"Bullshit," he argues.

"Why don't you let me tell you how it happened?" she suggests.

He looks from her to me; I'm trying to keep my expression calm, but he has a gun pointed at my wife, has my kids scared to death and has Dana in a chokehold still and she's struggling to breathe. Her eyes lock on mine and I desperately wish I could speak telepathically so I can assure her everything is going to be okay.

"I promise, it's a pretty sexy story," Amanda says, trying to persuade him.

For a second Andy looks down at Dana and then at Amanda again, as if to imagine the two of them making love. He nods and waves the gun slightly to tell Amanda to go on with the story.

"You see, after everything went down between you two, and I won't pretend her account is the most accurate," she says to gain his trust a little more, "but she called me crying when she kicked you out. Jeff doesn't even know about this yet," she says and looks at me apologetically. I don't care what she tells him at this point; I'm sure she's about to say she and Dana fucked, but like I said, I don't care. I nod at her to continue, so she does. "I went to comfort her and assure her everything will work out," she explains, taking a few slow steps closer to him, but he barely notices as he's becoming wrapped up in her story. "She cuddled up in my arms and once she calmed down from her hysteric crying, she kissed me. I was shocked at first, right Dana?" she says and Dana nods quickly, causing Andy to look down at her briefly; when he looks up again, Amanda is only a foot away from him. He points the gun at her with a wordless warning not to come any closer. Amanda raises her hands and shakes her head. "Relax, Andy, I just want to make you feel as good as I made her feel that night," she says.

His eyes narrow as his eyebrows knit together into one, thick brow. "Bullshit," he says.

"No, it's not fair that you're the only one who isn't getting what he wants," she says, playing to his ego. 

My wife is a genius, though my jealous side is fighting with me, urging me to attack Andy. I know that will just get someone killed, though, and I don't want to risk hurting either of these women I care about. 

"You're right," he agrees and then looks at me. "Are you prepared for what your wife is going to do for me?" he asks me with a taunting grin.

I fight every urge to attack him. "No, but what choice do I have? You have the gun, Andy," I say, building up his confidence. 

"That's right, I DO have the gun. And you know what? I could shoot you right now," he says, aiming at me.

"Not if you want me," Amanda says standing between me and Andy. 

I step forward but Amanda reaches her hand back to stop me without looking at me. Andy looks from Amanda to me a few times before seeming to make up his mind.

"What's to stop me from shooting your husband and fucking you anyway?" he asks her.

"I won't be as willing if you kill him. I'm willing to do whatever you want as long as no one gets hurt. If you kill them, you'll be raping me, and I know you won't enjoy that as much as a willing partner," she reasons with him.

"Willing, huh?" he asks.

"What does this tell you?" she asks and pulls the shoulder straps of her pink tank top down and peels the tight cotton top down her chest to reveal her tits to him.

His eyes are glued to her breasts; I try to take a step forward and he pulls the hammer back with his thumb. "I'm not too distracted to shoot you, Jeff," he warns and I take a step back again. "That's better. Now, you're willing to let me fuck you so long as no one gets hurt?" he repeats what she told him.

"I won't lie to you, Andy. I care about my friends and family so much, I'd do anything for them," she says.

"Including fucking me?" he confirms with her; he seems to be stuck on that one detail.

"Let's just say I'm lucky you're a good-looking guy," she says to convince him.

He grins and then nods. "Okay, let's do this then. After you Jeff, you and Dana are going to watch me make your woman scream," he says and then points at mine and Amanda's room with the gun. "Walk," he demands and I comply with my hands raised. I glance down at Tina's room out of the corner of my eye and see the door open a crack and a single eye from each of my children watching us. I ignore them as much as possible so Andy doesn't notice them watching and continue into my room.

"Dana, why don't you bring the children in to see what a slut their mother is?" Andy commands, finally letting her go. "Maybe I'll get a piece of that daughter of yours, Jeff," he says. 

It takes everything within me not to turn and attack him; but I know I can't help my family if I'm dead. I don't respond to his taunt and he laughs at me.

"Yeah, I think I will fuck your daughter too, she's eighteen now, right? A spittin' image of her mother, too. Man, just the thought of fucking mother and daughter is turning me on," he continues to taunt.

"Jeff," Amanda says softly. "You won't even think of my daughter once I'm through with you," she says seductively, which shuts him right up. "You're going to be so beyond satisfied, your dick won't be able to rise for days," she promises.

I glance over my shoulder at Andy and his mouth is open in lustful shock at my wife's promise to his satisfaction. I just hope it's enough to keep his hands off of my daughter. 

"Sit down over there," he commands me, pointing at a cushioned bench built into the far wall with bay windows forming a trapezoid. The bench forces me to watch whatever Amanda does with Andy on the bed. He sits Dana down next to me and she immediately latches onto my arm. "Amanda, I'm going to need you to tie them up with something. I can't have them sneaking up on me while you pleasure me," he says.

"Of course," she says compliantly. She enters our bathroom and returns with the ties to our bathrobes. "These should work," she says and then steps up to us.

I stand and turn my back to her at Andy's wordless command with the gun pointed at me head. Amanda ties it tighter than I expect; she's not truly betraying me is she? Once my hands are bound behind me, she turns me around and then kisses me on the cheek.

"Tim and Tina will call the police; I saw them at Tina's door," she tells me before pushing me gently down onto the bench.

Dana stands next and Amanda ties her up as well, whispering something in her ear as well. When Dana sits down she falls onto my shoulder, crying silently.

"So, how are we doing this, beautiful?" Andy says, his eyes full of greedy lust.

"Well, how about we get you warmed up?" Amanda offers and then sinks to her knees in front of Andy, reaching up for the belt holding up his tan slacks. 

"Yeah," he says, his nerves betraying his attempt at a tough guy attitude. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"Don't be so nervous, Andy. Isn't this what you wanted once upon a time?" Amanda asks sweetly but I can hear the poison in her words. 

He nods dumbly, pointing the gun at the floor as he forgets about his hostages tied up by the window. I struggle at the tie around my wrists but Amanda tied them too well for me to loosen them. 

She isn't planning on actually fucking him, is she? I wonder to myself. 

She unbuckles his belt and unfastens his pants which fall down to his feet quickly. He steps out of them with one foot and then kicks them away with the other. Amanda then reaches back up again and pulls down his tightie-whities to reveal his puny, 4", already hard cock. Dana wasn't exaggerating; I really am almost twice his size. Amanda is kind to him, though, pretending it's bigger than it is. She compliments him as she takes it in her hand, stroking it gently before wrapping her lips around it. 

Anger boils my blood as I'm forced to watch my wife blow this asshole. If it'd been a guy from another couple we'd met, like the couple from San Diego this weekend, I wouldn't mind so much because I know the guy would treat her respectfully. But this shithead is smirking at me as if he's won my wife over by his own prowess. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tim peering in the doorway. I try not to look at him, but I see something shiny in his hand at his side. I pray desperately he doesn't plan on attacking Andy with only a knife. 

As Amanda bobs her head up and down Andy's little cock, his head falls back with his eyes closed. Tim slips into the room and ducks into the bathroom, closing the door part of the way. My heart is racing like crazy even though I know Tim made it there safely; what he's planning to do after that, I have no idea. I look at my bedroom door and see Tina standing there looking in at us. She holds her thumb and pinky up to her ear and mouth to indicate making a phone call, then she mouths the word "cops" to me and I nod slightly. She then disappears from the door and, I hope, either hides in her room or leaves the house. I don't want her around if Andy changes his mind about wanting to fuck her or not. 

"Let me fuck your tits," Andy demands.

Amanda smiles up at him and then sits back on her heels. He steps a little closer and then she wraps her breasts around his little prick and begins to jerk him off with them. The tip barely even pokes out over the top of her tits.

Suddenly Dana falls to the floor as if she's fainted. 

"What the fuck?" Andy barks at us. "What's going on?" he demands.

"I don't know, she just fell over," I say. "I'd help her up, but I'm a little tied up at the moment."

"I'll be right back," Amanda promises him. "Why don't you get comfortable on the bed?"

He hesitates but does what she suggests, taking his salmon colored polo shirt off on the way. Amanda kneels at Dana's side and then helps her to her feet. She takes something from Dana as she sits her down next to me. As she walks towards the bed, I see her stick a steak knife into the back of her white shorts before removing her tank top fully. She crawls between Andy's legs and takes his dick into her mouth again. He still has the gun in his hand but he holds it lazily at his side as my wife blows him. When his head falls back against the headboard, she moves with the reflexes of a cat. 

She pulls the knife from her shorts and holds it against his hard cock. "Drop the fucking gun you son of a bitch!" she shouts at him. He drops it onto the carpeted floor without thinking and it discharges, sending a bullet into the door of the bathroom where I know Tim is hiding. I loop my arms under my legs and struggle to get my hands in front of me. Tina suddenly bursts into the room as I pull my hands in front of me and rush for the bathroom. Tina almost beats me, but I shove the door, which is already open a crack, and stumble into the room. Tim is on the floor, but I see no blood.

"Tim!" I shout and he looks up at me wide-eyed. 

He stands up quickly and I look him over; there are no wounds on his body. I fall to my knees, breathing heavily. Tina hugs her brother but he peels himself away from her after a few seconds and then drops to his knees in front of me to untie my hands. As soon as they're free I pull him into a tight embrace; Tina joins us, crying more than I am. 

"You two stay here," I say and then force myself to stand. 

When I open the door I find Amanda still holding the sharp knife to Andy's cock; she has him under control so I hurry to Dana's side and untie her hands. Her arms wrap around my neck in a quick second as she sobs heavily. I pull myself free when she begins to calm down and turn towards Andy. His eyes have barely blinked since Amanda pulled her move on him. Strangely his dick is still hard, but with the grip Amanda has on him I doubt it would matter if he went soft. 

"Drop the weapon!" I hear someone shout from the doorway. 

We all face the source of the sound to find the two detectives from the other day standing there with their guns drawn. Amanda tosses the knife away and stands with her hands raised. They rush the bed and force Andy onto his stomach to cuff him. Once he's restrained, they help him put pants on before escorting him out of the house.

The muscular, black detective hands Amanda her pink tank top and she quickly covers herself. 

"Are you okay?" the detective asks us all. 

I nod quickly. "I'm just glad you two made it here so quickly."

"Well, when the two uniforms we had outside your house failed to check in an hour ago, we got suspicious. Shortly after, we decided to check on things ourselves. Then we got a call that your daughter had dialed nine-one-one and said that her parents were being held hostage. I wasn't expecting to see you, ma'am, holding him by the balls...literally," he chuckles, trying to make light of the situation.

"My family was in danger, what else was I to do? I was stalling until you guys got here. My son decided to try and be a hero and got a weapon. He tossed it into the room, Dana pretended to faint and fell on top of it before Andy could see it. When I helped her up, I slipped the knife into my shorts and then when he least expected it, since his cock was in my mouth, I pulled it on him, holding it right to his shaft," she explains. The detective is almost shocked by the language she's using to describe the situation, but he doesn't stop her either. "As soon as I heard your voice, I threw the knife away to show that I had no intentions of hurting him unless he tried something. Honestly, I'm glad you showed up when you did or else I'd be in trouble for castration."

The detective shakes his head. "You did what you had to; I'd attest to that. You would have gotten off on self-defense easily. The good news is we finally have him in custody; he won't be bothering you again."

"Thank you, Detective," I say and stretch my hand out to him.

He grips my hand firmly, nods to Dana and then Amanda then turns to leave. He hesitates slightly when he sees Tim and Tina come out of the bathroom. He dips his head to them as well and then leaves the house. A little while later, an official statement is taken from us from a uniformed officer. An hour later, our house is finally silent. 

We sit in complete silence in the living room. The five of us are hardly able to look at each other. 

"I need a drink," I say finally breaking the silence. "Anybody else want something?" I offer. 

"I'll take a rum and coke," Amanda says. "I need something stronger than wine."

"Me too," Dana says. 

I look at Tim and Tina. "You guys? After tonight, I'm okay with you two having a drink to calm your nerves."

Tim looks at Tina and she nods. "I'll have whatever Mom is having."

"I'll just have a beer, if that's okay?" Tim asks.

I nod and return a few minutes later after making all the drinks and opening a couple bottles, one for me and one for Tim.

"Don't get used to this," I say, though I'm sure they've had drinks at parties before. 

We sip our drinks and then the first question is asked and it comes from Tina.

"Why did Uncle Andy do what he did?" she asks.

"I don't think you have to call him Uncle Andy anymore," I tell her.

She shrugs. "It's what I'm used to calling him," she says, which is a fair response.

I nod. "Of course," I say softly and then look at my wife and then Dana.

"Something's going on with you guys and Aunt Dana, isn't there?" Tim asks after a couple minutes of awkward silence.

I take a deep breath and then nod. "Yes, there is. Your mother and I love each other very much, but we also care for your Aunt Dana a lot as well."

"Are you going to marry her too?" Tim asks with a chuckle.

We chuckle nervously and then Amanda takes over. "She's more like our girlfriend. I know it's not normal, but it's completely consensual between the three of us," Amanda explains. "I know that doesn't necessarily make it right, but we at least view it as being better than cheating. Not that we would, but since we're both very much attracted to Dana, we felt handling it this way would be best."




My Wife The Hero Ch. 07



"Dad, you're a lucky guy," Tim says and Tina smacks his arm.

We all laugh but then I decide to ask them about their relationship. "So, tell us, Tim...Tina...what's going on between you two?"

Tim looks like he's seen a ghost, the color drains completely from his face. Tina sighs and shakes her head. "So much for staying calm," she grumbles at him. 

"So, are you two...?" I ask and then look at Dana and then my wife. They're both staring intently at the kids, waiting for their response.

I turn back towards them; Tim is looking at his feet, unable to respond but Tina sighs again. 

"Whatever you think is going on, Dad, yes, it is," she says and then she suddenly looks emotional. "I know it's wrong, but we...we..." she can't finish her sentence. 

I get up and kneel down in front of her, taking her hands in mine. "Do you want to talk privately?" I ask her.

She nods and I take her by the hand and lead her up to her room. As I do that, Amanda gets up and sits next to Tim to talk to him as well. I'll hear his story from her later. When we enter Tina's room, she sits on her bed and pulls her knees up to her chest to hug them. I pull her desk chair over to the bed to hear her story. I don't feel like I can condemn them for their relationship if their mother and I have something going on with Dana. It feels hypocritical, even if Dana isn't blood related; it's still not a conventional relationship accepted by society.

"When did this start?" I ask in my most gentle voice.

"About a month ago..." she says, trailing off.

To Be Continued...