And Then There Was Katie Ch. 07

Kissing her forehead, Mike responded, "I don't remember the last time I have cum that many times in one day." He fleetingly tried to determine a count from the night before with Katie, doubting the truthfulness of his last statement. "Just how many times did I cum?"

Giggling, Julie jumped up and retrieved the box of condoms. Shaking the contents out into her hand, she said, "Looks like we used five, plus the two times you came in my mouth." She smiled bashfully, and Mike thought he detected a hint of a blush covering her face.

Getting up from the bed, Mike walked over behind her and hugged her to him tightly. Kissing her lightly on the neck, he said, "You don't let that husband of yours mistreat you anymore," recalling her earlier comments that she felt neglected at home. "You deserve someone who will treat you well, who will make you happy, and who will meet your needs, in bed and out. What we have shared yesterday and today is really special, and while real life tends to get in the way of this much passion, hopefully you have seen what can be and will get what you want out of life, one way or another."

Covering his hands with hers, she turned her head toward him and said, "Thank you, Mike. Really, you don't know how much I have enjoyed this, and - needed it." She kissed him again before he released her and started retrieving his clothing.

She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him, smiling. He was half-dressed before he noticed. "Are you not getting dressed?" he asked her.

"Noooo," she said tentatively, stretching her arms out in front of her, "I think I may take a nice hot bath and try to rejuvenate myself enough to be able to go to the PAC fundraising dinner tonight, since I kinda have to be there. What about you? Do you have more plans for tonight?"

Mike's thoughts instantly shifted to Katie, causing him to smile and say, "Yeah, I'm going to see some more friends." Looking at Julie's warm smile, he admitted to himself that he felt more than just a sexual attraction toward her, and part of him briefly wished that Katie was not with him. "I wish we could spend the night together," he said, buttoning his shirt.

"I know, but you go have fun with your friends and your sister-in-law. I'll be leaving first thing in the morning, but who knows? Maybe you'll show up to next year's conference as well," she said with a wink.

Completing his attire by buckling his belt, Mike said, "I can only hope." He stood in place, looking at Julie who stayed where she was, looking back at him. Several seconds passed before he said, "Well, I guess this is it."

Standing up, Julie stepped over to him and said, "Yeah." Running her hands up his chest, smoothing out his shirt, she said softly, "You take care of yourself, Mike." They quickly kissed again, then he turned and walked out.

Mike repeated his routine from the day before, calling Katie and hitting the shower before she returned. He was mostly dressed by the time she arrived, and when she saw him wearing khakis and a nice shirt, she said, "Well aren't we looking sexy? Does this mean I get to dress up tonight?" she asked, appearing to be almost giddy at the idea.

"It does," he said smiling. "We're going to grab a quick bite, then we're going to a concert."

Clapping in excitement, she ran up to him, jumped, wrapped her legs around his waist, and kissed him deeply. When she stopped to peel her shirt up and over her head, Mike dropped her back to the floor. "Whoa, slow down!" he said playfully. "Save it for later."

"Oh, come on, don't be that way," she said with a pout. Katie reached behind her, unfastened her bra, and let it slide half way down her arms. As she revealed her sexy breasts to him, she said, "Don't you want to play just a little bit now?"

Mike audibly sucked in a deep breath in contemplation before answering, "Let's wait for the show to put on our own show." The day full of sex with Julie satiated him enough to be able to just say no to the sexy seductress in front of him, but he had no loss of desire to nail Katie before the end of the night, hopefully several times.

Katie's eyes narrowed and she squinted at him mischievously. "Alright, but you're gonna be sorry once you see what I'm wearing. Don't say I didn't give you a chance beforehand." Turning toward the bathroom, she tossed her bra over her shoulder directly into Mike's hands. He chuckled to himself, pondering what her choice of apparel would be, when she called out from the bathroom, "Do I have time for a quick shower?"

Verifying his answer with his watch, he answered in the affirmative. Almost immediately, the water turned on with a hiss, and Mike settled into a chair in the sitting room and absently-minded watched whatever was on ESPN. As his thoughts drifted over the events of the past fifty-five hours, the guilt that he had so well suppressed surfaced with a vengeance. For those brief few moments, he tried to rationalize his behavior as he had done so well so many times. But try as he might, he could not convince himself that the means did not justify the ends when it came to having sex more than twenty times with two different married women in two short days.

Mike wondered how similar his feelings were to those of a drug addict. He knew what he was doing was wrong, no matter how he rationalized it. He knew that, inevitably, he stood a good chance of hurting those he cared about most. He knew that he should stop before it reached that point, and he knew he could not.

The more Mike thought about it, the more disdain he found at the prospect of being out of control of the situation. He decided that he was not an addict; he was in love, which meant that he was calling the shots with this adulterous affair, not the other way around.

His great internal conflict was interrupted by Katie's sultry voice, "Are you ready for the show?" she asked from just inside the doorway of the bedroom.

Relegating the mental turmoil to its small locked compartment of his brain, Mike turned his eyes toward the bedroom and answered, "Let's see what you got."

He felt his jaw go slack when she sashayed into view. Katie's short blonde hair looked no different than usual. She wore the same minimal amount of makeup as always. But her apparel was like nothing Mike had ever seen before, the white material contrasting sharply with her tanned skin. The front view of this exotic dress, if it could even be called a dress, looked like a combination of a smock and a wet t-shirt. The thin shoulder straps pulled tightly enough against the material to provide moderate support for her breasts, covering but not concealing the swell of Katie's hard nipples. Her sides were completely bare, save a small bra-like strap from her front across the middle of her back and two small rings at her waist connecting the front of the dress to the back. As Katie slowly turned, Mike discovered that the "back" of the dress was actually little more than a square piece of cloth hanging from the rings to cover her ass and nothing more. The thin material softly and effortlessly hugged her body, hanging freely from her waist down and ensuring that Katie's every step would push the hem even higher up her thighs, a fact that was hard to envision considering the already-vast expanse of leg between her knees and the bottom of the dress.

"Well?" she asked, waiting for an appraisal from her lover.

"Well," he began, "it looks like easy access won't be a problem for me tonight." He could not keep the smile from spreading across his face as he casually stepped toward her.

"Be serious," she pleaded, her eyebrows lifting inquisitorially. Mike felt her trembling as he took hold of her outstretched hands.

"Okay," he said softly, "seriously, it's the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen." Pausing briefly, he punctuated his assessment with, "No, really." Her smile beamed in response, a heavy breath shaking audibly as she exhaled her relief. "Baby, you're shaking," Mike observed. "What's up?"

Still holding his hands, Katie dropped her head and answered, "I'm just nervous about wearing this, that's all." Looking back up, she asked, "You don't think I look like a total slut?"

"No, I think you look like a classy, sexy woman wearing a totally slutty dress." Realizing the impact of her apparel on his plans for the evening, Mike continued. "There's no way I'm taking you to a concert now."

"What?" she blurted out, upset and dejected. "Why not? Do you not want to be seen with me looking like this?"

"Baby, we're in the middle of downtown. If I took you out on the street, you'd probably get gang raped. It's really not a big deal. Why don't we just go have a nice dinner, then come back here for dessert." Remembering her concern, he added, "And what hot-blooded man wouldn't want to be seen with you in that? I'll be the envy of the town."

As the confidence slowly returned to her face, Katie asked, "So where do you want to go eat?"

Trying to think of somewhere that they did not have back home and that would be fairly safe, his mind quickly produced a suggestion. "How about Cheesecake Factory? It's not too far from here, and it's at least in a somewhat more upscale part of town."

"Oh, I love that place!" she answered excitedly. "Let's hurry and leave before I change my mind about going out in public looking like this."

Katie spun on her two-inch heels and took a step toward the door before Mike grabbed her upper arm. He suddenly became aware of the voices still quietly resonating from the television, which were the only sounds in the room as he pulled his sister-in-law close to him and passionately embraced her in a lustful kiss. His hands pressed flatly into her mostly-bare back, holding her tightly in place as if to prevent her lips from escaping his. The accelerating flow of Katie's breath streamed from her nose across Mike's cheek, substantiating the growing stimulation their tongues generated within one another.

Neither one wanting to delay their departure, they reluctantly ended their kiss, each with a smile before leaving the suite hand-in-hand. While they reached the elevator unseen, the lobby crawled with people, all with turning heads when they caught a glimpse of the pair. Katie's heels clicked loudly against the tile floor, a sound which seemed to drown out all others around their path. Not until they reached the elevator to the garage did Mike realize how many people in the lobby might have known him and wondered who the blonde sex kitten was at his side.

Pushing such worries aside, Mike led Katie to their vehicle, getting a healthy eyeful watching her attempt to climb up into the Suburban in as modest a manner as possible. Seeing much more flesh than clothing, he knew he would thoroughly enjoy their dinner, even if all they did was eat.

As Mike navigated his way onto the nearest freeway, he felt his phone vibrating from it's location on his hip and glanced at the name of his mother-in-law on the caller ID before flipping it open. "Hey Susie," he said, glancing at Katie in time to see her curious expression. "What's going on?"

"Oh, just trying to keep up," she answered. "How is Dallas?"

"It's Dallas," he said, trying to sound bored. "I'll be glad when this week is over. But anyway, what's up?"

Susie started in, "The strangest thing happened to me awhile back, and I wanted to see what you thought about it."

Mike found the beginning of the conversation curious, but he went along with it. "Go for it," he replied.

"Well, when we were at Disneyworld, that night that we all went to see Cirque du Soleil, I forgot my medicine when we left." Mike felt his stomach sink as he quickly assumed what would be the end of Susie's story. "Well, I realized this just a few minutes after we left, so we just turned around and went back to the house so I could run in and get it. Well when I got there, I found the craziest thing. There was a pair of Katie's panties wadded up in the middle of the floor."

Mike's heart pounded in his chest as his mind tried to develop a plausible answer to the question that would surely follow. He had pondered what he might say to whoever it was that had discovered the underwear at the bottom of the staircase, running through different scenarios depending upon who turned out to be the culprit. But as he listened to Susie's patronizing rendition of the events of that evening, he could not think of any explanation that she would find believable.

"I picked them up to toss them in with the laundry, but then I got to thinking: how would Katie's underwear find its way to the floor when she was in bed sick? I checked the washer and drier, wondering if they had fallen out of a basket of dirty clothes. But there was no laundry being done. And that's when it hit me."

The pause in her speech was obviously intended for Mike to have to respond. Mustering up the most normal voice he could, Mike asked, "That's when what hit you?"

Continuing her tale, "That you were there, too - that whatever happened in the short time I was gone involved you, it involved Katie, and it involved her panties laying on the tile floor."

"That's crazy," Mike said quickly. "I don't know what you're talking about. I went down to the basement and watched TV the whole time you were gone. I - "

"Now Mike," she interrupted with an eerie calmness, "we both know that you are fucking Katie, so save your pathetic attempts at covering your mistakes."

A chill ran through Mike's body, shaking the phone against his ear. Katie, watching Mike's complexion become increasingly whiter, nervously but gently reached across and rested her hand on his leg as he took a deep breath and tried again. "Susie, tell me why either of us would risk what we have for something like that. I love Jennifer. Katie loves Thomas. Do you really think that I'm so stupid as to throw away my family for a romp in the hay with my sister-in-law?" He tried to sound brazenly offended in his lies and felt Katie's fingers dig into his thigh.

"I don't think you're stupid, Mike," Susie answered. "I do think you're a man with a sexy sister-in-law, and apparently the two of you don't mind betraying your families." When Mike tried to jump into the conversation again, Susie cut him off. "You know, Mike, none of this really matters. I know the truth, and you know that I know. Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna give you a choice. Choice one involves me taking this pair of panties to Thomas and telling him everything. Then we'll see what he thinks about your little affair with his wife."

"Don't you dare, you - " Mike said angrily before again being cut off.

"Choice two involves you showing me what my younger daughter apparently can't live without. Choice two is for you to sleep with me in exchange for me keeping my mouth shut." Mike's head was reeling from too much blood flow and too much oxygen. Was he really being propositioned by his mother-in-law? Although the thought of sharing a bed with Susie created a spark in one compartment of his brain, he quickly decided that denial was the best option and that sleeping with Susie would forever indebt him to her, something he did not think he could not live with.

"Susie, you can take your choices and shove them up your ass!" he nearly yelled. "You go tell Thomas whatever you want. There is nothing going on between me and Katie." Another thought struck Mike before he continued. "And I'll tell you something else, maybe I should tell John about you propositioning me. I wonder what he would think about that." Mike was proud of himself for sounding so adamant.

"Mike," Susie said, still calm, "I have no interest in seeing my family destroyed. I want you in bed, and if I can't have you, neither can Katie. I'm not out to hurt either of my daughters, but that's what's going to happen if you don't give me what I want. Now, I've already arranged for you to run errands with me for the wedding this weekend. There are several things I am supposed to pick up and take care of. That will give us plenty of time and opportunity to have a good time, and believe me, you will have a good time. So why don't you just stop pretending here, admit that I'm right, and we'll make it happen this weekend?"

"No thanks," Mike remained steadfast. "You're crazy. I can't believe that you think that I'm fucking Katie just because you found her thong lying around somewhere."

"Oh, I guess sharing a room with Katie the last two nights has you plenty satisfied that you don't have the desire to nail her forty-eight year old mother. Is that it?"

"No," he said defiantly, "it's that I'm happily married and I don't cheat on my wife - end of story."

"Then how'd you know I found a thong?"

The breath flew right out of Mike's lungs when he realized his mistake. He was not ready to give up this fight, but at the moment he could neither think of what to say nor find the ability to say it.

"Your silence tells the true story," she said with a sigh.

"Susie - " he started, his changed tone showing his obvious defeat.

"Shh shh shh," she interrupted. "Save it, Mike. Just tell me that you'll fuck me as good as you must have been fucking Katie, and nobody but me will ever know about this."

"Alright," he said, internally kicking his own psychological ass for being so stupid. "I - I've gotta go."

"Okay," Susie said in her usual sweet voice. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mike."

Without another word, Mike's trembling fingers snapped shut his phone. His entire body was shaking with adrenaline and fear, and he had to slow his breathing down to keep from hyperventilating. With the phone slipping from his grasp onto the seat, he grabbed Katie's hand and squeezed it, taking the first exit he saw and swerving into whatever parking lot happened to be in front of him.

"She knows, doesn't she," Katie said softly, her gaze fixed straight ahead through the windshield. "What does she want?"

Mike recognized through Katie's last comment that she knew her mother all too well. Being married to a successful business owner for more than thirty years had made Susie into a woman who would not take no for an answer. Always having, never wanting, she quickly became used to getting whatever she desired. Through the years, when her expectations were not met, she often times employed underhanded tactics to enforce her will to the point that her own daughter now had no trouble believing that Susie would ruin the marriage of one of her children in order to have her way.

Inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm himself down, Mike answered, "Your sweet mother wants me to sleep with her in exchange for keeping her mouth shut about you and me. She found your panties on the floor in Florida and put two-and-two together." Continuing, he detailed the conversation with Susie, how sinister she had sounded throughout, and how he had slipped up in the end. After a brief pause, he hung his head and said in a near whisper, "I'm so sorry."

Katie's heart went out to him, and she squeezed his hand even harder to let him know that she was not angry. She knew that they had been playing a risky game, and it could just as easily have been her that caved under the type of interrogation that she knew her mother could dish out. "I'm not mad, Mike," she said before lifting his chin with her fingers. "But what are we going to do now? What are you going to do?"

The reality of the situation sunk deeper into her gut with every passing second. Tears began to flow down her cheeks. "I don't want to lose my marriage," she sobbed aloud, burying her face in Mike's shoulder. "Mom will ruin us."

Initially, Mike selfishly had no intention of giving Susie her way. But as his shirt soaked up the tears of the love in his arms, he felt his heart breaking in two and knew that he could never intentionally cause the destruction of Katie's marriage. Mike knew that it was no lack of love for Thomas that pushed her away and into his arms but rather an intense love for him that drew her away from Thomas. "I'll do it," he said, his lips moving through a tangle of soft blonde hair. "I'll do whatever I have to so that your life isn't ruined."