Incest/Taboo Good Neighbors

The promise of an idle weekend was more than welcome after yet another long week at the office and I was looking forward to doing absolutely nothing.

As I started up the staircase that morning in search of that novel I had been meaning to read for quite a while now, I heard my wife's voice come echoing through the house as she called to me. "Honey? I'm going over to check on the kids! I'll be right back, okay?" She didn't wait for my answer either as that brief statement was followed immediately by the sound of the front door opening and closing.

I just smiled to myself.

Our next door neighbors had recently away on a second honeymoon and weren't due to return for at least another week, leaving behind their two children. Before leaving, they had asked my wife Latoya and I to keep an eye on the kids while they were away, clearly worried about wild and riotous parties that would leave their house wrecked. I didn't think they had anything to be worried about to be quite honest as Chris and Michelle Ayers seemed like such a well behaved pair, but I was perfectly happy to help my friend's out anyway.

Well, it was my wife Latoya who was doing all of the checking up on our neighbor's kids. She was constantly going next door to look in on the two of them and make sure they were not up to no good. She had even taken it upon herself to go and cook them at least one meal a day, saying that she was not going to let them try to subsist on fast food and frozen dinners. I did not dare say so out loud, but it was my opinion that her maternal instinct had been triggered and that she was enjoying pretending to be their mother.

Perhaps Latoya and I had made a mistake so long ago when we decided not to have any children of our own.

In any case, I had reached the landing at the top of the stairs when I happened to glance out the window that was there. This particular window provided a view of the Ayers' backyard, but it was somewhat limited by how the houses had been positioned. What had so caught my attention at that moment was the fact that Michelle was in her backyard in what I can only describe as a scandalously brief bikini. Her brother was out there with her, but in that instant I quite naturally only had eyes for the young woman.

With a luxuriant mane of blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, and full lips, Michelle Ayers had the face of an angel, but her body was definitely the work of the devil. Her breasts were a little on the small side, but seemed a perfect match for her slender figure, her legs were long and smooth, and her tight little butt looked as if it might have been sculpted by a master artist. All in all, she was a real life wet dream.

Also, since she was just an eighteen year old high school senior, she promised to get even hotter and sexier as time went by!

She was stretched out on one of those folding lawn chairs at the moment working on her tan and so I was able to get quite an eyeful since she was wearing practically nothing. As I lingered where I was to stare and drool and my cock started to stir to life inside my pants, I remembered that I was all alone in the house at the moment.

Perhaps it was due to the shock of seeing so much of the luscious vision next door, but I did not recall exactly why I was alone though.

Belatedly, I noticed that she was talking casually with her brother, who was standing next to her chair and gazing down at her with a smile.

Chris Ayers was a large and muscular young man about twenty years old, built like the football player he was. His hair was red and cut very short, his eyes were a clear blue, and he had a large roman nose. With a powerful physique like his and a college football player to boot, one might have been forgiven for stereotyping him as a dim-witted bully, but his warm nature, his ready smile, and his boyish freckles belied that notion. As he stood over his sister this morning, I saw that he was dressed in a simple T-shirt with his team's logo and a pair of shorts.

If his sister was a vision of feminine perfection, Chris was easily her masculine equivalent.

I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other of course, but in my mind she was complaining because he was blocking her sun and he was answering that she already had a nice rich tan and that she should get under cover before she starts to burn. I was to quickly discover just how wrong I was.

Even as I watched, Michelle sat up with a great big smile and pulled down the elastic waistband of her brother's shorts with one hand to pull out his already semi-hard cock with the other. She did this quite casually, I must say, hinting that this was not the first time she had taken hold of her brother like this, but I was positively stunned to see this teenaged girl take possession of the older boy's manhood.

Then, without even an instant's hesitation, Michelle pulled her brother's rapidly stiffening dick right up to her lips and went to work on it. Standing there in my own home and watching in shock as she slowly and sensuously licked his shaft and sucked on the bulbous head, my own cock quickly finished getting fully erect and I was compelled to release it from it's painful confinement in my jeans.

Isn't that an odd picture? A man standing on the second floor landing of his own home and slowly stroking his own cock while gazing down into the backyard next door where an act of incest was taking place.

As the shock began to wear off and my brain started working again, I was a little startled that the pair of them would do something like this out in the open, but then I remembered that their yard was shielded from the view of passers by thanks to a nice high wooden fence. Not only that, but the place they had chosen for their forbidden tryst really was completely invisible even from the upper floor of my house except from this one window - and even then you had to be standing in exactly the right spot to catch a glimpse of them. They probably thought they were completely safe from being observed where they were and they were almost right.

Michelle took her time, I must say, working slowly and quite professionally on her brother's manhood to get it as hard as possible. The skill this girl was showing was yet another hint that this was not exactly the first time those the siblings had gotten their hands on each other. I found myself wishing I had been paying more attention to what was going on next door - perhaps if I had this wouldn't be the first time I was able to enjoy a show like this.

As Chris grew more and more aroused, thoroughly enjoying his sister's efforts on his behalf, I saw him bend forward slightly to untie the thin straps that held together the top part of her bikini. It fell away to land in her lap and those firm young breasts were unleashed. They weren't porn star boobs and big enough to bounce or swing of course, but I was still treated to a wonderful little jiggle. She was blessed with large, dark nipples, I now saw, and I just ached to run my tongue over them.

By the time his sister had stopped nibbling on his cock and begun taking more and more of him into her mouth, he had reached down with one hand to cup one of those sweet little cupcake tits. His other hand was on the back of her head but I saw that even though he had taken hold of a fistful of her hair, he was not actually trying to push more of himself down her throat. No, he was letting her work at her own speed and I think all three of us were very happy about that.

Michelle was proving herself to be quite an accomplished deep throat artist and I was amazed to see just how much of her brother was disappearing into her mouth.

As I watched her head slowly move back and forth, my hand was going faster and faster on my own dick until I found just the right speed and rhythm. As my legs grew wobbly beneath me, I had to lean my shoulder up against the wall next to the window to keep from falling down since I was not about to stop beating off.

Chris was younger than I and clearly had a lot more stamina as he was still making the girl work for his cum when I was already growing close to shooting off. In fact, it would later seem to me that I was ready to cum awfully quick, but in my defense just let me remind you that I was standing there watching the wildest, the hottest, and the most unexpected sex show live and in person.

That's when it happened.

I was just about to reach my orgasm when the back door of the Ayers home opened and who should walk out to join the incestuous couple but my very own wife! In a flash, I suddenly remembered that the reason she wasn't at home right now was because she had been going next door. Knowing my conservative, church-going wife as I did, I was absolutely certain that she was going to be horrified by the scene she had just stumbled across and would read those kids the riot act. The show was over.

Fortunately though, I'd had just enough time before this interruption to finish what I was doing. Before the siblings could break apart in surprise at her sudden appearance and pretend that they hadn't really been fooling around, before my wife could start screaming about how wicked and sinful the act of incest was, I let out a deep groan and sent a stream of my pearly white seed splattering all over the window in front of me.

As I stood there and panted, trying to recover after my biggest orgasm in a very long time, I gradually started to notice something odd was happening next door.

My wife was not screaming in horror at the discovery that our neighbors were indulging in that most forbidden kind of sex, she was not lecturing them, and she certainly wasn't demanding that they stop this very instant and never do anything like this again. Indeed, she didn't look at all perturbed and was standing there just looking at the pair with a big grin on her face.

Her smile never dimming one iota, he said something to them and once more I wished desperately that I could hear what was going on over there as well as see it. I gave some serious consideration to opening the window just a little to see if I would be able to hear them then, but discarded the idea because I was afraid that somebody over there would see or hear the window opening and hurry inside where I wouldn't be able to watch them anymore.

The young couple didn't seem at all bothered to suddenly find her standing there either and broke apart just enough to smile back at her and apparently to offer her a very friendly greeting. That took only a moment though and then Michelle was once more trying to get all of her brother's big cock into her mouth at once. Letting go of his sister's breast at last, Chris straightened and reached out with that hand to my wife. Latoya took it willingly and allowed herself to be drawn in close to the young couple.

I just stood there and stared at all of this, unable to fully comprehend that the woman I thought I knew so well should be behaving in this fashion. It was just so entirely out of character for her! So, she already knew that our neighbors were doing this? She didn't have any sort of problem with it? This was amazing to me! Outrageous even! Could it be that she was even cheating on me with those two? I certainly hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary lately, but it would certainly explain why she was always going over there.

That last question was quickly answered as just as soon as Latoya had strayed to close as Chris suddenly released her hand so that he could throw his arm around her middle and jerk her right up against his side. My wife just seemed to laugh at being manhandled like that and rather than complain just pressed her lips to his in a long, deep kiss.

I have to admit that I am the jealous sort of husband - I once got myself into trouble in fact when I thought some guy was coming on to my wife and actually tried to punch him in the nose. Knowing this, I was more than a little surprised that I didn't feel even one ounce of annoyance or anger at seeing Latoya in such a position with the next door neighbors. I had the complete opposite reaction actually and found myself getting another erection already!

Latoya and Chris did a very thorough job of kissing each other, I noticed. I didn't even want to think about how long it had been since she and I kissed like that. Perhaps the reason why I hadn't noticed that my wife was cheating on me with our neighbor's kids for the simple reason that I just wasn't paying enough attention to her? That was perfectly possible unfortunately, but she certainly had my full attention now.

Suddenly pushing herself free of the younger man's embrace with a big grin, Latoya slipped around behind him and went down on her knees. He was unable to turn to follow her of course since his sister was still sucking on his cock, but it became apparent that he wasn't supposed to. Reaching up, my wife tugged the boy's shorts all the way down so that they landed in a pile around his feet.

My eyes were very wide as Latoya leaned in then and, holding onto Chris by the hips, used the tip of her tongue to give his puckered asshole a little tickle. I was just astonished, never imagining that she might ever be willing to do something that seemed so . . . dirty as give someone a rimjob.

What wasn't so surprising was how very much I envied that young man at this moment as he was assaulted from the front and the back. Oh, God, would I have done anything to trade places with Chris right then. As you might expect, my hand was a blur on my rock hard cock now and I was once again unable to hold off the onrushing climax for any length of time.

At the exact same time that I was shooting another load of cum all over that window, Chris also reached the breaking point. He must have offered Michelle some warning as she chose the exact right moment to pull back so that he could give her a nice mouthful of seed to swallow. She hungrily gulped down everything he gave her, greedily making sure she got every last drop.

Latoya and Michelle relented now that Chris had finally had his orgasm and so he stumbled a step or two out from in between them on legs that had become rubbery. It was very lucky for him that he managed to quickly get his feet out of his fallen shorts or he might have tripped and come crashing down on his face!

Getting off her lawn chair at last, Michelle dashed over to plant a passionate kiss on the lips of my still kneeling wife. Latoya kissed her back firmly, reaching up with both hands to claim the teenager's breasts. This was yet another shock for poor old me as I had never imagined that my little wife might be into other women in any way, shape or form. More kisses and a brief conversation followed, then Michelle suddenly turned and hurried back into the house.

This left my wife all alone that backyard with Chris and he came back to help Latoya back up to her feet. They kissed and talked for a little and then he stepped back out of the way and I got to watch my wife strip for another man.

If it could be said that Chris and Michelle were virtual paragons of physical perfection, the same could not be said for Latoya.

Cruel gravity, the inexorably passing years, and a relatively sedentary lifestyle had conspired to add more than a few extra pounds to her frame and to make her once full and generously sized breasts sag, but also added on some character lines, wrinkles, and stretch marks.

That she wasn't still the vibrant beauty queen I'd fallen in love with back in college was just one of the excuses I had long used to justify the fact that I wasn't paying as much attention to her as I used to. She sure has let herself go, I can remember grumbling to myself on more than one occasion.

My whole attitude was changed though as I stood at that window and watched her slowly and sensuously strip herself down to her birthday suit while another man observed and enjoyed her performance. Her shoes were casually kicked off, then her blouse was removed to reveal her still large breasts tightly contained in a lacy bra, and finally her snugly fitting slacks came off to expose long legs and a pair of panties that just barely big enough to cover her most intimate treasure.

As she did a little posing and posturing for him to show herself off to this boy only half her age, it was quite evident from his response that Chris liked what he saw a lot. Suddenly looking at her with fresh eyes now, I had to agree that there was a lot to like.

Latoya might be a little overweight, but she was not grossly obese or anything. Indeed, the extra weight actually seemed to improve her shapely figure, in my opinion. She also really was still a strikingly beautiful woman with shoulder-length jet black hair, eyes that were big and brown, and wondrously soft skin the same rich color as coffee. It had been a very long time since I really just looked at my wife like this and, even though I was spying on her right now as she cheated on me, I could not help but fall in love with her all over again.

I don't know who was getting harder faster at that moment as we intently watched the same woman get undressed - me or Chris.

My neighbor's son took a step forward then, hoping to steal a kiss from my wife and get his hands on her fabulous body, but she just laughed gaily and held him off with one hand. She was not yet naked and it looked to me like she was determined to have all of her clothing off before she let these two kids have their way with her.

Latoya pulled off her bra next. As that frilly little undergarment fell to the ground, those big breasts came bouncing and swinging free in the very way I had so missed just now when Michelle's top had come off. I've always been a huge fan of nice, big breasts and I make no apologies or excuses for that and the sight of Latoya's boobs were now making me drool just as much as they had when we first met back in college.

The final article of clothing to be removed was Latoya's panties and I was shocked to see that she had shaved off every last strand of her pubic hair. When had she done that? Just how long had it really been since I saw my own wife in the buff? How long had it been since she and I last had sex? I had a sinking feeling that it had been a very long time indeed and so I could hardly blame my wife for going elsewhere in search of sex and romance.

Now that she was completely bare, there was no longer any denying Chris. He stepped forward again and took her into his arms in a crushing embrace, kissing her fiercely and deeply. Latoya returned both the embrace and the passionate kiss, her hands moving down his back to grab hold of his taut butt.

Michelle came back outside at that point and, though she had lost the bottom half of her itty bitty bikini, she was not naked. Instead, she had put on what looked like a fearsomely large strap-on dildo and was carefully smearing some kind of lubricant all over the full length of the sex toy even as she rejoined the others.

I had to gasp at the sight of that dildo, hardly able to make myself believe that monster would fit into any part of my wife.

When Chris and Latoya came up for air at long last and saw that Michelle was back and now well armed, the couple pulled apart and moved over to the lawn chair. It took them just a few moments to arrange themselves, which was yet another hint that this was familiar territory for all three of them.

Chris was the first onto the folding chair, lying on his back with his manhood standing proudly over him. Latoya came next, straddling the young man and slowly lowering herself so that his thick shaft rode easily up into her cunt. Michelle took a moment to apply a little of the lube to my wife's bottom, then positioned herself so that she also straddled Chris but was immediately behind my wife.

It obviously wasn't easy to get that big dildo fully sheathed inside my wife's tight little ass even with that liberal coating of lubricant, but it was clear to me that Michelle and Latoya knew what they were doing and didn't doubt for an instant that the two women had ample experience with that mighty tool.
So, I stood there at that upstairs window and beat myself off to an amazing third climax in a very short time while watching as my wife was given a good, hard fucking from both the front and the back just yards away in the backyard of my next door neighbors. It was just such an exquisite moment that I honestly didn't mind in the least that she was betraying me and our marriage in the most personal and intimate way possible.

Squirming and writhing in sheer ecstasy between Chris and Michelle, thoroughly enjoying having her pussy and her ass pounded hard and deep simultaneously, with her big breasts firmly grasped in the hands of the young man beneath her, Latoya was just driven out of her mind by the those two. Dipping her head down, Latoya pressed her mouth to Chris' in a deep, passionate kiss at least in part to muffle the wild shrieks of pleasure that must have been threatening to bubble up out of them both.

She was trying very hard to make sure that no one outside of that suburban backyard knew what the three of them were doing, not knowing that I had already accidentally stumbled onto the full truth and was watching every move she and her two young lovers made. I resolved that I would soon let her know that I had discovered her secret.

The sight of Chris and Latoya coming in what had to be huge and earth-shaking orgasms just seemed to set me off and I sent a third load of my cum splashing all over that window.

It took me several long moments of leaning against that wall on wobbly legs, panting hard and waiting for my furiously pounding heart to slow down again to recover from this third big orgasm. I wasn't as young as I used to be and it had been a long time since I had put myself through such a work out.

Down below me, my wife and those kids also needed some time to recover, but not nearly so much as I did. Chris and Michelle still had the boundless energy of youth of course, but it was amazing to me just how quickly my wife caught her second wind. She was clearly in much better shape than I had been giving her credit for and I expected that it was because she got in a whole lot of exercise with her two young lovers.

To my utter dismay, the three of them slowly and awkwardly disconnected themselves from each other then and then hurried into the Ayers' home. They were rushing off to continue their lovemaking in more comfortable surroundings and I guess I couldn't realistically blame them for wanting to do that, but I cursed bitterly over the fact that I wouldn't be able to watch them anymore.

I actually gave some serious consideration to going outside and then hurrying next door to see if there was an open window I would be able to watch them through so that I could see what else they might be up to, but I soon discarded that idea. I was convinced that one of our other neighbors would spot me running around the Ayers home trying to peek in the windows, assume that I was some kind of weirdo, and call the cops on me. I would never live it down if they also recognized who I was!

I finally decided that I really had no choice but to just sit down, relax, and wait for my wife to finish and come back home. It was just as well too as I realized that I would have to think through very carefully what I was going to say when next I saw her.

As it happened though, I was far too distracted by all of the shocking things I had just witnessed to actually sit still for even a moment, much less to come up with a good way to broach the subject with my wife. When she finally came back home about an hour and a half later, I had worked myself into quite a lather, let me tell you. Now that she had come back to me, I desperately needed to be with her.

"It's just as well that I did go over there," she was saying as she saw me coming towards her, continuing the lie she had told me as an excuse to go next door in the first place. "These young people today just don't understand how bad for you fast food is."

I was barely aware of her words though, my entire being absolutely consumed by an unquenchable need to make love to the most beautiful woman in all the world, the woman I loved with all my heart, with my own wife.

She squealed in surprise when I caught hold of her arm and swiftly dragged her into the living room to push her down onto the couch. Before she could protest against my manhandling her and demand an explanation though, I had fallen upon her.

I pressed kiss after feverish kiss to her lips, probing her mouth with my tongue and feeling certain that I could taste there another man's cum and a woman's tangy juices. I pawed and groped at her heavy breasts with all of the finesse of an octopus and when my clumsy fingers couldn't get it unbuttoned fast enough, I finally resorted to just ripping her blouse open, sending the buttons flying in all directions. Rather than pull her back up off the couch so that I could unfasten the catch of her bra and remove that piece of lingerie, I instead pulled down it's cups so that I could have access to her wonderful tits.

Stunned by this sudden and very unexpected attack and seemingly under assault from all directions at once, Latoya didn't have any idea of how to react to all of this at first. She didn't try to push me off her and escape, but nor did she kiss me back or try to get into my pants.

Yes, up until this point, she had been able to do nothing but let me have my way with her. All of that finally started to change when I grabbed up her breasts in both hands and buried my face in all of that soft, tender flesh. This was when Latoya was finally able to start gathering her wits about her again.

"Um, Lionel . . ." she ventured uncertainly as I continued to enjoy her bosom, her voice sounding husky and breathless. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, but . . ." She gasped suddenly as my teeth caught one of her big nipples, tugging and nibbling on it. "Oh, my goodness!" she moaned, her hands rising to hold my head. "What brought all of this on?"

I couldn't be bothered to answer her, though. I needed to make love to my sweet wife far too much to be interested in having a conversation with her right now.

Soon enough, I was moving even farther down my wife's body. I jerked off her shoes and sent them flying across the room without too much concern about where they might land. I hastily tore open her pants and got them hauled off in a flash. I was too impatient to also take the time to peel off her panties, so I instead pushed her legs wide apart, dropped to the ground in front of her and used my fingers to pull the flimsy material of her undergarment aside to reveal Latoya's delicious pussy. Without a moment's hesitation, I thrust my head between her legs and started to voraciously devour her.

I feel sure that she must have done some freshening up before coming home to me to conceal the fact that she had just committed adultery, but I also fancied that I could still taste both Chris and Michelle between her legs. Certainly, it was obvious that both her cunt and her ass had played host to that gigantic dildo I had seen.

Using my mouth and fingers to their best advantage, I inexorably and relentlessly drove my wife to a grand total of three screaming orgasms before I was satisfied and ready to move on.

As she lay limp and gasped for breath, exhausted after everything that had happened to her next door and then from her husband's onslaught, I now did pull her panties off to get them well and truly out of the way. I followed this by rising to my feet, kicking off my shows, and then hurriedly, if clumsily, taking off my pants and underwear.

Having remembered at long last just how desirable a woman my wife was, having seen her in action with two of my next door neighbors, and now seeing her lying sprawled and helpless in front of me, I was a mindless animal at that point. With my cock harder than it had ever been before and positively aching to be inside Latoya's pussy, I just fell on her and lost no time at all in getting myself buried inside her.

There was no love or romance in me at that moment. I was a wild and rutting animal and I spent a good long time banging myself into her as hard and as deep as I possibly could. Always before when I had bedded this woman I had been a caring and gentle lover and she had certainly seemed to appreciate and enjoy it, but this time I just ravished her and, if anything, she seemed to like it even more.

She was lost in the throes of a wild and powerful series of multiple orgasms when I finally could hold it off no longer and shot a big load of my cum deep into her boiling cunt.

We were both too exhausted in the aftermath of this cataclysmic event to think, much less move and so all I could do was collapse bonelessly on top of her.

It felt like hours later before there was any movement in that living room, but eventually Latoya's arms wrapped around me loosely.

"Wow," she moaned in a hoarse, shaky voice. "That was just incredible, Lionel. Where did that come from?"

Weakly levering myself up and off of her just a little so that I could look into her eyes, I told her, "I accidentally found a spot at the top of the stairs a little while ago that gave me a very interesting view of the Ayers' backyard."

Latoya's expression immediately went from satisfied and a little dazed all the way to alarmed and very nervous. Surely, the kind of homecoming she had just received should have reassured her that all was well, but she was obviously still worried. "Um, I'm not sure I know what you mean . . ." she hedged, probably not wanting to confess to cheating on me if all I had seen was Chris and Michelle committing incest.

"I know that your having an affair, Latoya. I saw you out there fooling around with Chris and Michelle."

Her eyes were wide and full of fear and I suspect she must have felt trapped on that couch with most of my weight on top of her. "Please, Lionel," she pleaded, "just let me explain . . ."

I kissed her deeply, trying my best to reassure her. "It's all right, my love," I told her sincerely, holding her eyes with my own. "Seeing you being loved by someone else was just what I needed to wake me up. All of a sudden, I've remembered what a gorgeous and wonderful wife I have. I've also realized just how much I've been neglecting your needs."

She could hardly believe her ears, unable to believe that her jealous husband was not ready to skin her alive for betraying him like this. "Really? Are you sure . . .?" She just could not believe that I was not furious with her. It was true though that the stereotypical reaction to a husband catching his wife red-handed like this was for him to explode angrily and serve the wife with divorce papers.

"I'm very sure," I told her firmly, giving her another long and loving kiss. "I'm going to be a much better husband to you from now on."

"Well, it's not all your fault, you know. There are so many ways in which I could have been a better wife to you. I assume you don't want me to not see Chris and Michelle anymore, right?"

I actually laughed out loud at that. "Are you kidding? The only thing in the world that is almost as good as fucking you myself is seeing you with those two kids! I want you to keep screwing them, but I also want to be able to watch the three of you."

This all seemed to good to be true to my wife and it showed on her face. "You want me to keep cheating on you? You want to actually watch me cheat on you?"

"That's right!" I told her enthusiastically. "But you know what? I'd also really like to be able to join in the fun! Do you think that would be okay? Could you talk Chris and Michelle into it?"

She looked a little thoughtful at this. "I don't know about Michelle, dear. She's into lean, muscular guys like her brother and you have to admit that you've put on a lot of weight."

It was only now that my happy smile slipped. I pushed myself farther up and off of her and looked down at my gut and was a little dismayed by it's size. Michelle and Latoya were quite right in saying that I had let myself get fat and out of shape. Perhaps a better diet and a little exercise would help? What better incentive was there to get someone to start eating right and going to the gym?

"On the other hand," Latoya continued, "I don't doubt it would take much convincing to get Chris to fuck you. He's got a bit of a thing for you, you know?"

"Chris?!" I hadn't had any problem with the idea of sharing Latoya and Michelle with the young man, but I wasn't sure about the idea of actually having sex with him. "I'm not gay, honey."

"Chris, Michelle, and I aren't either, honey. We're all bisexual though. In all honesty, I've always believed that deep down everyone really is bi." She looked at my doubtful expression and gave me a grin. "Look, I was pretty hesitant the first time Michelle wanted to have sex with me, but it's really not so weird to fuck someone your own gender as you think. In fact, it's proven to be some of the hottest sex of my life! It's so different from everything I was used to."

I was still uncertain, but promised her that I would think about it.

"You do that, honey," she encouraged me. "Just keep an open mind, take as much time as you need to think it through, and then tell me what you've decided."

"I will."

"Good. Now how about we go upstairs to bed? I think you and I need to spend a little time getting reacquainted."
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