Incest/Taboo H.I.G.F.I.I.A.I.F

I noted how Maxine and Brinda were eyeing us as we stood by the door, ready to leave. "I'm sure Brinda wouldn't mind bringing you two home; after all, it is on her way to the airport," I said, taking my wife by surprise. It was nowhere near the airport, yet the kids didn't know that. I saw my wife's thoughts racing behind those eyes of hers, wondering just what I was playing at. In truth? I had nothing; I was just fucking with everyone there. I was so amused at that moment.

"Would that be alright?" Reda asked, peering over her shoulder at her cousin.

"Certainly," Brinda nodded, "gives me some time to say a proper goodbye to them," she said, all the while eyeing me. I don't think she's ever saw this side of me. The side that I keep separate from my family life. At home, I'm the warm, loving, protective father; at work, I'm ruthless in keeping my small company in business against the corporations that have financial backing from all over the globe. You simply can't be warm and soft in the business world for very long, and think of staying in business when your competitors run you into the ground. No business can survive long on that model. Something I'm sure Brinda understands given who's Greenworks Aerospace and Technologies biggest competitor was. I knew they had to be cutthroat when dealing with a company as big as Snyder Enterprises.

"Jerry, if the kids are staying, would you mind if Stacy and I stayed behind too?" Reda asked, turning her attention back to me.

"No." As soon as the word left my lips, my children hugged me tightly. I knew they missed coming here. I never stopped them from coming over if they wanted to; that would have been wrong of me as a father if I did that. Yet with neither Reda nor me making our weekly trips to Dell's and Maxine's house, I'm sure they weren't too eager to leave like I was at that moment.

"You drive home safe," Reda whispered after her lips left mine. "You're still one of the most important people in my life." It's a saying she's picked up due to the counseling sessions we've been attending to enforce how lucky she was that I was still here and hadn't kicked her and her family to the curb. "We'll be home before five." I nodded; ever since the day she made me listen in on when she chose me over her family, Reda has always kept to the time she sets. So I knew she wouldn't be a minute late.

I won't bore you with the details of my ride home because I didn't go home. At least not when I left my in-law's house. No. There was someone I needed to meet before I left for home. If Dan thought his troubles with me were over, the man was dead wrong. I might not have been able to touch a cop without fear of finding myself in prison. Yet Dan isn't a cop anymore. No. He's just lowly prisoner 257894 of the Harvinder County Jail waiting for his day in court. A place I might hint at that can get a lot of things done with a bit of money, and I had money. Money I planned on putting to good use. Even the most hardened of criminals have a soft spot for one or two people, and the one I've chosen for my retribution had two kids with mouths to feed while he was doing time. How did I find this out? I'm not telling you; this will go to my grave with me. Just suffice it to say that we came to an understanding. He would beat the ever-loving shit out of him for two months or until Dan can no longer walk straight and his kids have the cash they need for the things while he was in lock-up.

I always made sure my withdraws from my own personal account were well under the limit so they wouldn't get flagged. An account I might add Dell and his goons would have trouble finding, seeing how it was in my mother's maiden name. It was something I set up long before I met Reda in the off chance my company didn't take off, and I had to survive on it while I reassess my options. Over time that little nest egg continued to grow nonstop. I even tucked twenty percent of my income into it while Reda and I were on the ropes heading to divorce. So not to spook her into thinking I was readying to leave her. Which I was at the time. I texted the burner phone I'd gave the man's baby mama; whether they were married or not, I couldn't say, nor did I care when I pulled up to the curb a few doors down from their place. All I cared about was Dan feeling what I felt that night, plus he fucked my wife in front of me with that fucking smirk of his. He so had to pay!

"You know you could just pull up to the house." I looked over as the woman stuck her head into the window. "I could also give you something more than a simple beating if you catch my meaning," she said, with this seductive smile as she plucked the envelope from the passenger's seat where it sat. Watching how she opened it below the door seeing the five grand sitting in it for this week's payment. "Carlos will never know when you want some good pussy for the kind of money your dropping," she stated, winking at me before heading back towards her home, shaking that round ass of hers in my face. While I'm sure the woman is as good as she states, I never mix business with pleasure. That always leads to screwups, and that can't happen. Not where Dan is involved. He might have been kicked off the force for what he did, yet he was still a cop. If a hint of my involvement were to be picked up, I knew he would be like a bloodhound with a scent.

Plus, if I was truthful with myself, I had enough pussy at the moment that's swarming around me to shake a stick at. I knew what she wanted, a sugar daddy while her man was in lockup. That wasn't happening, ever! Looking at the clock on my radio, I knew I had enough time to get home and make it look like I've been there since leaving their house before Reda and the kids got back.

I sighed in contentment as I leaned back in my leather office chair. An evil smile appeared on my lips, knowing at that moment Dan was being beaten to an inch of his life by a three-hundred-pound Mexican. I couldn't stop even if I tried. I wondered how many times the man had to be put on a ventilator before becoming a shell of his former self. Does that make me a wicked man? Possibly. Was it worth the price? Definitely. Did I care what happened to me when I die? Not so much, it was the here, and now that held my interest. When I'm dead, I'm dead, can't really do much then now can I? Unless, of course, my company or someone like my company invented a virus... not naming names, but you get the idea.

My eyes glanced over at the clock that sat on my desk while I was going over some financial reports, something that belonged to my grandfather who's father had passed down to him. Before he died, he always told me if my father hadn't ran in to save my mother's life, he would have gotten it, then I would have when my father reached that age where he had to pass on heirlooms before the mind took those memories away. Noting how it was four-forty in the afternoon, and Reda and the kids hadn't arrived yet with Stacy in tow. That was when I heard the front door opening.

"Jerry, baby, we're home!" My wife's voice called out to me as I heard the thundering of feet hammering on the steps as the kids raced up to their rooms.

"Jerry!" Stacy squeal before rushing up to me and hugging me tightly. "Thank you for being there; it really meant a lot to us," she said, into my chest. Looking down at my shirt when two wet spots appeared on it, then to Stacy's, whose face was growing beet red in embarrassment. "Jerry, I'm..."

"It's okay, natural from what I hear," I said, cutting her off. "It's just a shirt, not like it can't be washed." I tried; I really did try not to stare at the pink nipples that were showing through her wet bra and shirt. I couldn't help it after seeing the way she and those breasts of hers bounce when she's on top, and let's not forget the times I had them in my mouth. It was instinct, I tell you, as I felt myself hardening. This fact was not lost on either of them. I would have to say having two women stroking you off through your pants was awesome, if not for all the other things that came along with it.

"Jerry, does that mean tonight that you're going to give us this hard cock?" Reda purred lustfully. I think ever since we started this threesome marathon, Reda's libido had skyrocketed. When the kids weren't around, we would be going at it like two horny teenagers in the backseat of one of our parents' cars. Stacy, well, Stacy's pregnant; she's always horny. I knew from what I've read online she was going to hate the six weeks it would take for her to recover from the birthing process. I think she was saving up for those weeks when she wouldn't be able to do anything of that nature.

"Of course, who else am I going to give it to?" I retorted.

"Maranda, whom else?!" Stacy huffed with these rather cute puffy cheeks that had filled out slightly during her pregnancy.

"What about her?" I asked, looking over at her.

"You know she's been after you for years, so don't say you don't know what she's after," Stacy said, poking me in my chest. What can I say? Arguing with a pregnant woman is a blast!

"Not until a few months ago," I corrected Stacy. "If you recall, I was blissfully unaware of what you do on those days until that night. So spare me your outrage," I stated, brushing off Stacy's finger.

"But you aren't going to leave me for her, right?" Reda asked; I wondered where that came from. Sure Maranda might be nice to look at, even fuck, I don't know about that yet, I'll get back to you on that matter, but I had no clue what she's like behind closed doors.

"Why would you think that?" I asked, while silently in my head saying: "The devil you know is better than the devil you meet."

"It's just, we could have done what you wanted, Jerry," Reda said, pressing her body against mine, causing a surge of blood to race to my manhood.

"No, you could not," I corrected.

"What do you mean?" Reda asked, with a confused look on her face.

"This humiliation isn't just about them; this is about you two as well," I stated trying to keep my anger from my voice so my children wouldn't hear as I heard their laughter high above me. "You cause this catastrophe. Thinking I'd go along with everything you two did to me that night. Not once, not a single damn fucking time did you ask! No, you two took what you sought from me, and damn the consequences! Well, you know what, this is your punishment! You lied to me for ten damn fucking years! Good job! I never had a fucking clue you were stepping out on me. Well, it's high fucking time your chickens come home to roost," I growled low as I turned to return to my office so I could vent my anger before I really said something that would start the ball rolling on our divorce. "Don't like it; you know where the door is." My words trailed off as I forcibly shut the door behind me.

I hid out in my office to cool down for an hour until I heard the knock on the door. "Jerry." Reda's soft voice filtered through the door. "Please, can I come in?"

"Yeah." I noted how she had been crying as she came in.

"Honey, will we ever be okay?" Reda asked; it was a question I've asked myself a million times since this boondoggle.

"Honestly?" Her gaze lifted off the floor as the word left my lips. "I can't fucking tell you that. You think this kind of thing is normal for anyone?!" I inquired, my gaze burning into her waiting for her answer.

"I know, baby, I know, yet can't you see we're trying to make it right?"

"Making it right isn't going to repair the damage that's already been done to our marriage." I saw how that statement physically struck her as she was taken aback by it. "Only time can, and I can no more control time than the farts that come out of my ass."

"But we have been getting better, haven't we?" I heard the fear in her voice at the thought of being without me. My mind flashed back to one of the therapy sessions two months ago. Recounting how Reda was doubled over in her seat crying her heart out, begging me not to leave her. She said some things that gave me pause to my wife's mental state at the time, only to have the woman, something I insisted upon. At that moment, I couldn't trust her around other men who knew what else she had been doing behind my back. Only to have both fears relieved a few sessions later.

"Define better?" I asked, with a pointed look.

"We're talking," I noted how she took a step towards my desk, "you let me touch you," another step, "you hold me in the night when it's just the two of us like you always done," Reda stated her voice grew stronger the closer she got. "You let me cuddle up to you in that light spot I love," she said, blush flooded her cheeks. A memory of better, simpler times flared in my mind when we were only dating at the time and how she would cozy up to me on the couch and just relax against me. Those lips of hers nibbling on my neck as I held her close. "I'm not begrudging you of your anger; it's warranted. We took from you something that can never be given back. I get that, honey, I really do. But please, baby, finish this." Reda had this pleading look in her eyes, begging me not to become twisted in my anger. Something I'll admit I have felt happening more than I'd like to admit. She was right. This had to be finished, and soon; otherwise, I don't know how much longer I'd still be me. That's a terrifying thought, isn't it? "When it's done, come back to me as the man I know and love so much," Reda pleaded with me.

"So you did this all out of love?"

"Of course, baby!" Reda stated with a very vehement nod. "All I've ever done was out of love for our family. I know from your view of things that night; it doesn't appear to be the case. I've replayed that night over and over in my head so many times that I see it in my dreams!" I turned my chair towards her as she threw up her arms as she paced my office. "I know if it was me in that chair, watching you fuck some other woman, having to watch as your cum drips out of her, while another man raped me..." Arching an eyebrow as I watched my wife's body shudder at the thought, "it always amazes me you know," she spoke as she turned to look at me.

"About?"

"The way you can restrain your anger so much so that it doesn't cloud your thinking," Reda admitted. Her temper wasn't something she liked to recognize as a flaw. It would seem my wife was indeed growing. Color me impressed. "I know I've yelled, ranted, raved about all sorts of things over the years..." I watched how her eyes lit up when I held out my hand to her. Something she didn't waste time on filling. I watched the elation on her face when I brought her into my lap. Someone overcoming their flaws should be praised, not condemned in my view, anyway. "I know if I hear the words, I'll fill better, but only when you think you're ready. It took me a long time to find you, and I'm not letting you go even if you divorce me."

"Oh?"

"Nah-uh," Reda mused as she shook her head. "Not ever, you might divorce me, but here," I glanced down as she placed a hand over her heart, "here I'll always know you're my husband. No matter who you fuck, who you date, or who... you remarry too. You will still be mine," she said, in a sad whisper before getting a quick peck in thinking she might not get another chance. She started to rise only to have me bringing her back into my lap. We didn't say a word as I buried my head in her chest. What can I say? I've done my clearest thinking when my face was buried between those breasts of hers. After all, that is how I came up with the idea of an artificial kidney. The scientist were the mad geniuses that brought that idea to life. They deserve most of the credit.

"Reda?" I spoke after serval long moments of silence between the two of us.

"Hmm?" I heard that hum of hers as her fingertips stroked my hair.

"I don't know what will happen in the future. You have my word; this will never get back to the kids. That's all I can guarantee you at this moment. As for us, I don't want a divorce, but things need to change," I said, knowing some of it was on me as well. No matter how troubled, how rough the waters are, marriage is still a partnership. No relationship can last if one is doing all the change while the other stayed the same. You get the point. I felt her arms wrapping around me tighter when I said those words.

"It might take me forever to earn your trust again, but I will until my dying breath." I heard Reda uttering her vow. "There is no other in this world I want making love to me, growing old with me, crawling into bed with me. So whatever you do, please be quick; I fear you're losing yourself in this dark place you're in, and I don't know how to help you." My eyes darted up when I felt a tear landing on my hair. Leaning back in my chair, Reda curled her legs into my lap as she cuddled against me. Looking up when a knock came on my open office door.

"Jerry, Reda, if my being here is causing more harm than good, I can leave," Stacy stated, even though I knew she didn't mean a word of it.

"No," wiping her eyes, "no, you're not going anywhere," Reda said, I have mentioned she is a protective mother, and the twins... she's very protective of; it's quite terrifying, I might add. Then again, she is rather hot when she gets like that, or maybe I'm just as fucked up as she is. Who knows? My eyes glanced down and to the right when I felt her thumb brushing along my neck. I wondered if she gave me a hickey wouldn't be the first time. What was going to be said next died in our throats as the doorbell rang. I looked curiously at the two of them when I had no clue who could be at the door.

"My pizza!"

"Pizza?" I asked, rather confused. I had thought she had eaten at her parent's home.

"I got hungry, so sue me! I got you some too, you grumpy pants." Stacy called out to me as she ran down the hall.

"Come, I bet you're hungry; you didn't eat anything at the party," Reda said in this loving tone as she guided me out of my chair. I've noticed ever since we've started our sessions, Reda's been rather clingy. I think she fears if she lets go, I'd just disappear like a dream. Although I won't tell her this, trust me, I wouldn't hear the end of it if I did, but I hold onto her too. When I'm trying to hold onto the man I am and not let this rage turn me into something I'm not. It's no easy task, I assure you. I wonder if Bruce Banner always felt like this in the comics before he transformed into the Hulk. I noted the pizza boy eyeing Stacy's breasts as they bounced beneath her shirt. I knew she went braless when she was home due to how sore her bras made her nipples. Not something I myself was against when I could and have peered out the corner of my eye, watching them move beneath her shirt.

"Pay the boy, would you?" Stacy uttered with this smile on her lips like she knew where my eyes had once been. What can I say? She had nice breasts before she was pregnant; now, her once 32Cs were now 38C, something I couldn't believe that happened almost overnight. Granted, that wasn't what happened; still, it did feel like it when one day Stacy was riding me hard while Reda was out shopping and her breasts just flapping in my face. Again, this wasn't something I was complaining about. What man (or woman if you're into that) doesn't like having the woman who's fucking you, breasts in your face while she's doing it. Pulling out my wallet as I approached the door, feeling my wife at my back, I'm sure the teenage boy's mind was racing as to why there were two grown women living in my house, something I wasn't going to tell him as to why as I handed him forty dollars for the pizza. I thought a twenty-dollar tip was a good send-off, feeling Reda's hand slipping into mine as I shut the door. Like I said, she has been a little clingy as of late. Even chalked full of food from the party, it never ceases to amaze what the smell of fresh hot pizza will do to kids. I couldn't help it. I had a smile on my face at the sound of my children's footsteps racing to the table for their slice.

"Kids, that's Stacy's and your dad's dinner, don't you go hogging it all," Reda said, in this stern motherly voice. We both knew what would happen if they overate. Cleaning puke out of the sink isn't something I want to do ever again.

"That's your half," Stacy pointed to the left half of the pie, "it doesn't have olives on it," she said, I'm allergic if your wondering. Not the kind that swells up your throat, no, I just break out in hives that don't go away for a few days or a week, depending on how bad it gets. I peered to my right as Stacy walked around the table to the other side where I was going to sit and planted herself down right beside me.

Looking up when Reda placed a glass for Stacy and me before us, then down when Stacy's hand was rubbing my thigh. Eating and being turned on isn't conducive with the two actions. Recounting the conversation I had walked in on, something I was sure I wasn't supposed to hear. At how they spoke between the two of them about the ways they could try to make up for what they did to me. I'll admit at least they care enough to try. I wonder how this would have turned out if they didn't. I doubt they or their family would be staying in the city for very long if I had gone all scorched Earth on Reda and her family.

"Dad, can we play?" I heard Jason ask from the living room.

"Are you done eating?" I asked, over my shoulder.

"Yes."

"Then why haven't you put your plates in the sink?" I spoke in that fatherly voice most kids knew. Watching Beth scurry into the kitchen with their plates in hand. I wasn't expecting Beth to hug me out of the blue when she was done.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue," my daughter whispered into my ear.

"Always, honey," I said, my hand lightly rubbed along her back. Noting the training bra as I did. Sighing into my mind that my little girl was growing up. That soon, she won't be my little girl anymore. Soon she'll be her own woman, who I hope will have a good head on her shoulders when she starts out in life. "Now go enjoy your game with your brother," I stated; my stomach rumbled, still not satisfied with just the one slice of pizza. "Don't the two of you play too long."

"Yes, Daddy," Beth said, placing a kiss on my cheek far too close to my lips for my own comfort.

I cast Reda a look when she had that knowing smirk of hers on her lips. "What?! Beth's always been a Daddy's girl," Reda said, with this impish grin. Like I was missing something. At the time, I rightly couldn't put my finger on it; maybe I should have. Who knows, just at the time, I had other matters clogging up the works. I was definitely missing something when Stacy also had that same grin on her face that Reda shared. It appeared to me that they weren't going to fill me in either. So instead of banging my head against that wall, I enjoyed the rest of my meal. I won't bore you with the mundane things that went around the house while my kids enjoyed their video game before bedtime.

Let's just say they both cornered me in the laundry room while I was doing a load of clothes for the kids so they could wear their favorite things bright and early Monday. I'm going to assume the sound of the washer and dryer going overshadowed their slurping since the kids didn't mention anything strange happening the next morning. Our Sunday was a lot better than Saturday was. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Dan's picture in the courtroom in the morning paper. It was worth every penny when I read how Dan had survived a jailhouse beat down with a broken arm, a punctured lung, few broken ribs, a broken nose, two black eyes.

Did that get odd looks from Reda and Stacy when they came to find out what I found so funny? Of course, did I care? Not one damn bit. It would seem my money was getting the results I wanted; I'm just pleased the man left him with the ability to walk, for the moment. Otherwise, all my enjoyment would soon come to an end. I had told him through his wife on the final payment to shatter Dan's kneecap. I wanted that man to remember what I had done to him even if he didn't know it was me. Those of you reading this might agree with me; some might not. You weren't there! You didn't have the things done to me, done to you. So keep your judgments to a minimum. Once I laid down the paper, Stacy wasted no time snatching it up. I kissed my wife on her temple, poured the rest of my morning coffee into my traveling mug, and headed towards my office for my briefcase.

"Jerry?" I turned just as my fingers wrapped around the handle of my briefcase. "Please tell me you had nothing to do with what happened to Dan." I could see the fear in her eyes, wondering if I could do that... or, in this case, have done to the man, what could I do to them.

"We've promised not to lie to each other anymore, right?" I asked, in a cold, distant tone.

"Yes," Reda nodded.

"Do you want to know the truth?" I asked, darkly. I saw the indecision in her eyes.

"No, no, I don't think I do," Reda said, weakly. I think she's starting to fear me. Not something I want my wife to feel around me. Yet it had to be done. The man had to pay! No one and I mean no one fucks my wife without consequences! I might be late to the party but doesn't mean I'm some damn cuck going along with the flow of things.

"Did you think he was going to get away with fucking you?" I whispered in her ear, hearing her gasp as I moved past her.

"Jerry..." Her voice stopped me in my tracks as I neared the exit of the hall. "He's the only one, right?" I heard the trembling of her voice as she spoke behind me.

"Unless you been fucking someone else behind my back, other than them, I mean," I said, peering over my shoulder.

"No, Jerry, I swear I have never stepped out on you like that. You have to believe me," Reda said, rushing up to my back. "Please, honey, haven't you done enough to Dan? He's already in jail."

"No," I stated in a cold tone. "It isn't done until I say it is." Turning around, I could see the tears in her eyes. "I promise he'll be the only one. It will serve as a warning to those that thinks I'm a weak man. Like your father," I said, placing a kiss on her lips. "And for the record, I believe you." I saw how her eyes lit up when I said that.

"Oh, Jerry, you don't know how much hearing you say that means to me," Reda uttered as she threw her arms around my neck. "Be safe going to work," she spoke with a knowing look in her eyes. Did she know about mine and Maranda's rendezvous at lunch that day? If she did, she wasn't letting anything through that tight-lipped vault of hers. "Please, be safe, nothing raw." my eyes flew wide when she whispered those words into my ear. How the hell did she find out? I noted how this was killing her as she raced up the stairs and slammed our bedroom door shut.

"This fell out of your pocket Saturday night." Stacy's voice startled me, causing my gaze to fall to her. Who was holding up the slip of paper that I had thought I had tossed into the trash at Reda's parents' house. Apparently, I was wrong. "Must you?"

"Must I what?"

"You know what!" Stacy hissed. My footsteps were forceful as I walked towards her. My eyes never leaving hers as I snatched the piece of paper out of her fingers. "Are we not enough?!" she said, her blue-green eyes burning into my own as she stared up at me.

"This isn't about sex, Stacy."

"Then why?!"

"The price I have to pay for their help. Unless, of course, you and your sister would like to dissolve this... whatever the hell we are right now," I uttered in a voice I normally used for the boardroom.

"This is going to be a one-time thing, right? No more sneaking around, visiting motels on lunch breaks, just this one time, then you two are back to like everyone else, right?" I could see she prayed that that was the case. Honestly, I couldn't say who knows how good Maranda is. I sure as hell didn't at the time. "Please, Jerry," her tone softened, taking my free hand and lightly placing it on her swollen belly, "I want us to be a family, all of us, yet that can't be if you're sneaking off to fuck Maranda every fucking chance you get."

"One time?! Hasn't my wife been cheating on me for ten years?" I saw Stacy's face pale when I said that. "Shouldn't I have some leeway here?"

"Jerry... please, Jerry, one time, just the one time. I understand how you feel..."

"No, you don't," I spat, "were you raped, forced to father children, forced to watch another man fucking your wife!" I saw Stacy backing away as my anger got the better of me. "Sorry... I..."

"Jerry, it's okay," Reda spoke, peering down at me from the mezzanine. "I understand your reasoning. I just don't like it. How I'm sure, you didn't like what you saw that night." She might have said that with a straight face, yet she didn't stop the tears from falling. "I'll bend the rules just this one time, Jerry, yet if you and she continue this outside the allotted day... well, I don't know what will happen. So please, be safe, don't bring anything home with you." I have said it before; those tears of hers always breaks me. What man or woman, if you swing that way, wants to see their spouse shed a single tear and not be moved by it? Reda turned away from me when I placed my hand on her shoulder after reclimbing those stairs. I have to think about putting in one of those lifts in when I'm old and grey; those stairs will be brutal on my old knees.

"Reda."

"What? Don't you have somewhere to be?" I heard the hurt in her voice. "What does Maranda have that I don't?" I heard her ask.

"Honestly, never thought about it, never looked at another woman in a remotely sexual light, until now," I said, truthfully. She's the one that started me down this path. Isn't that always the case, the good doctor always coming to hate his or her creation when they don't do what they're meant to do? "Maranda is a means to an end, that's all. You've once said, all you do is fuck there; there is no love-making like what happens in that room," I stated, pointing at our bedroom when she turned to look at me.

"So... you're not in love with her or wanting to see if there's anything there?" Reda asked, peering up at me.

"No."

"Then this is just balancing the scales for all these years?" I heard the hope in her voice that I wouldn't be swayed by Maranda's charm. I could only nod; I'd have to face that dragon when I come face to face with it. I was not expecting Reda to launch herself at me, nor was I thinking I'd be getting tongue so damn early in the morning, yet here we are. "I thought I was going to lose you," she whispered as she hugged me tightly.
"Reda, if that was going to happen, I wouldn't have come back from Kansas," I said, in a matter-of-fact tone. She didn't say anything; she didn't need to; her eyes spoke enough for her as her hands caressed my face.

"You're going to be late," Reda said, softly, her thumbs brushed lightly along my cheekbones. "You better rock her world, you hear me!" Okay, I was not expecting to hear my wife say that like... ever! Waving goodbye like I always do when I leave for work in the morning. I'm always the first one in and the last one out. Like my grandfather always said, when he fought in the Vietnam war and was in command of his own company. He would not step foot off the battlefield until his very last man, alive or dead, was off of it before he climbed into that helicopter. I kind of took that to heart with my employees. We are fighting a war of sorts, the war of humanity's frailty.

I just hope this new kidney would save so many. My world may come crashing down around me someday. Yet, as long as those that need this artificial kidney can spend another day, a week, years with their own families, it's worth it, in my opinion. I looked up as I was backing out of the driveway, seeing Beth waving her hand rapidly as I left for work. It wasn't often that I went in long before the kids were up. Usually, I make it to work with ten minutes to spare before the first employee does. If you don't count the nightwatchmen, my company hires to look after the more sensitive areas of my building while everyone is sleeping. A tug came upon my heart when I saw the sign she had made that read 'I heart Daddy' it didn't say heart but the shape of one as she held it against her window.

The morning flew by before I knew it was ten-thirty, and my cell phone was buzzing like mad. I was not expecting the explicated photos that greeted me from Maranda when I opened my message app. Obviously, she was quite excited about lunch. I wondered if her officemates knew what she was doing in that office of hers. I have to admit I didn't think her labia would look so... open. Even after two kids, Reda's looked a hell of a lot better, not saying that's a bad thing, mind you, just it wasn't what my perverted mind had conjured. Reda might have her beat on how good her pussy looks compared to Maranda. Yet, Maranda's breasts were just astounding as she cradled those babies for the camera.

"I hope you want this just as much as I do, Jerry." I read the text that just came in. "All I'm asking is for one taste. One time, just the two of us and no one will ever have to know. It will be our secret."

"Oh, I hadn't planned on ditching you," I sent back. I pondered if the stockades I was having made would be ready in time. I wanted those arrogant asshats to have a front-row seat to the humiliation I felt that night.

"Good, I'll be there at 11:50 on the dot; make sure to get a room in the back, so we aren't seen," Maranda sent back. Did I feel bad about what I was about to do? Of course, I do have a conscience. I wondered if Reda ever felt like this during the ten years she had me hoodwinked. It was something to ponder while I waited the last hour before I had to leave to make it to the motel on time. This was also a test to see if I could fuck another woman without my wife present. I had to know if I could perform on my own in case Reda just couldn't stand being in the room once the fun began that night. I know what you're thinking, you're a guy, you shouldn't have any problems. Yeah, tell that to my brain, who still thinks I'm in a monogamous relationship with my wife. My body, on the other hand, was ready to go. Now it was just a matter of mashing the two of them up so they both could be onboard in a manner of speaking.

I told my secretary that I would be out till one as I walked past his desk. Who simply nodded in understanding that was until I heard the tearing of a piece of paper and the clearing of his throat from behind me.

"Umm... boss, I know it's none of my business yet. I've worked for you ever since high school." I arched an eyebrow when I turned to look at him. Wondering where this was going. "You and Mrs. Maxwell have been so good to me. I know some things were going on between the two of you. You've got this cloud hanging over you. I don't mean to pry but is everything okay between the two of you?" he asked, holding out the note to me.

"Marriage troubles, you know how it is," I muttered, taking the note from him. I knew it was from Reda; the wording gave it away. "I appreciate you looking out for me. I do; you're a good man Steve."

"I know I might be stepping over the line, but if you need to talk over a drink or something like that, you know I'm here to listen."

"I'll keep that in mind, Steve; go have a long lunch. See your kid, enjoy the time; before you know it, these moments with your child will be gone before you know it." I said over my shoulder as I waved to him while I walked down the hallway towards the elevators. Crumbling the note in my hand after I had read it. I was already nervous as it was. This was, after all, the first time I've ever stepped out of my marriage or any of my relationships before now. I didn't need Reda mucking up my head at the moment. Laying my suit jacket along the passenger seat as I slid into my car. Loosening my tie and placing it with my jacket, where I was going, I had no need to dress nicely. I hoped they weren't going to do what they said they were going to do in that note. That's the last thing I need was my wife looking over my shoulder.

I arrived with five minutes to spare before Maranda was due to show. Pulling out my phone once, I left the main office with the card key in hand. Texting Maranda the room number. My eyes scanned the parking lot for Reda's SUV. Praying they would stay away, yet the hair on the back of my neck told me something far different than what my head was at that moment. Still, I couldn't see her SUV anywhere; maybe I was being paranoid. I mean, I was walking into a world I knew nothing about. A world that is like the surface of Mars to me. As I pulled around the motel, my eyes were darting about, looking for that vehicle and wondering where she could be hiding. Shaking it from my mind, it was only going to make me call this whole thing off. No, as much as Reda might hate it, she'll have to deal with it. I wasn't the one cheating for ten damn years, now was I?

The moment I entered the motel room, I knew Reda had been there given the box of condoms on the nightstand beside the bed. My eyes darted about, wondering what else they had done. That was when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

"Well, hello, handsome." Read my wife's text when I unlocked my phone. "I know this must be hard for you; you are an honest man Jerry. Stepping out on your wife isn't in your nature. So we thought we would be close by to give you our support." My head shot up when a knock came upon the adjoining wall. "This way, you won't feel like you're cheating on me if I'm here with you, just not in the same room." Quickly I turned around and walked right up to their door. Reda answered it before I could even knock.

"Just how well does this woman know me?" I asked myself as Reda greeted me with that knowing smirk of hers. She reached up and took me by the shirt, and pulled me inside. There lying on the bed, was Stacy nude as the day she was born. I heard the hum of the TV as the screen showed the room next door. How they set that up, I haven't the faintest clue. The kiss Reda planted on my lips left me breathless as she pulled away.

"It's so we can see what Maranda does to you, so we," gesturing to her sister, "will give you something better than she can later tonight," Reda cooed, resting her hands on my chest. "I know your nervous baby," my body trembled as that experienced hand teased my manhood through my slacks, "so was I the first time. I won't say it gets better, that just sounds bad, but with us, you never need to worry about us getting upset when you want someone else on that day," Reda spoke; my eyes glanced over to Stacy, who was touching herself while her eyes were glued to Reda's hand as she continued to stroke me off. "Just remember, baby, when you're with her, she can never make you feel this good as you do with me..."

"Us," Stacy corrected, cutting in glaring at her sister for being left out.

"Just remember, when you're in there, she doesn't love you. She only wants to fuck you, not like how I love you, and make love to you," Reda said softly, placing her right hand on my left cheek as she stared at me with those warm, loved-filled eyes of hers. "Go, you don't want her guessing who's in here," she said, backing away. I could tell she didn't want me to do this yet knew she had no power to stop me.

There was enough time to slip back over to the room I or, more accurately, Reda had paid for before Maranda pulled around the back of the motel. I tried not to glance around for the cameras they had set up. I didn't want to tip Maranda off that Reda and Stacy were in the other room watching. Was it wrong to get turned on at the fact that my wife was going to watch me fuck another woman? I honestly don't know. This is all new to me; it almost felt like being a kid in a candy store and the owner telling me to go wild in it. Breathing out slowly when a knock came upon the door. Knowing it was time, soon, my plan would go into action after this. Once that night was over, I had no idea what was in store for Reda and me.​