Home Repair Ch. 03

Final

My wife put her hands around me and kissed me. This was wrong, so very wrong. My wife should not be kissing me. I've done something wrong. My wife should be yelling at me, asking for a divorce or something, not kissing me.

I don't know what I did wrong, but whenever in the past that I found myself in a situation even close to this, she was mad. Why not now?

My wife pulled away from me, laughing. "You are tense and afraid, aren't you?" she said. "Don't worry about it. I know what has been going on and, as a matter of fact, Lori and I set it up."

"But why?" I said. Shut up you fool, this is a good thing and you don't need to understand, just enjoy! I thought.

I didn't hear what my wife said. "Lori wants me to be naked with her, and for us to play with each other's bodies," I said.

"You should. That sounds like fun for you, and you've been working so hard," Sarah said.

I went into the garage. The world had turned upside down. My wife, the one that calls me a "pig" when I look at another woman, the one that says I'm just a "typical man"--when did the word "man" become so negative? This woman, whom I love and adore, just told me to go play with her sister's naked body.

My cock was rebelling against my mind saying, "Don't question a good thing," but my mind was winning. I had to know what was going on. Was this some elaborate tease? My wife had never lied to me--well, she lies to me all of the time, but never about anything like this. She was telling me that it's okay to make out with her sister. I stayed in the garage for three hours pondering. I came back into the house and told my wife, "Okay, I don't understand it, but okay. When does Lori want me to come back over?"

"She doesn't have any more projects right now," she said, smiling. "I'm so glad that you help her out and this is the least that she and I can do for you."

I busied myself around the house for the rest of the day and weekend. The sex was better each night. I got home Monday night and Sarah was on the phone, but immediately hung up. I asked if Lori needed me to do anything for her. My wife said no. It seemed as if we had turned a corner in our sex life. It was better than it had been in several years. This pattern repeated itself all week; no, Lori didn't need me today, followed by great sex.

Thursday night, when I came home, I overheard her on the phone saying, "Yes, he is dying to come over." She noticed me and quickly went to the bedroom and out of earshot.

When she came back out she said, "Lori wants us to come over tomorrow night for dinner and she is making that pie for you."

Friday night after I got home, I took a shower and dressed. My wife was ready and we went over to Lori's. It was a marvelous dinner and dessert. Over coffee Sarah said to me, "We are sorry to have put you through so much hell this last week, but Lori and I had to work out a lot of details. Lori is lonely and needs a lot of help around the house. You are attracted to her and I love you both so much," she went on and on. I was getting lost just trying to follow what she was saying until she finally took a breath.

I said, "So you want to share me with your sister?"

"No," she said, "you can do what you want. I don't own you and I can't give you away. It's just that Lori is so lonely and she likes you and me and we like her..." She was going on and on again. Every once in a while Lori would add a comment that did more to confuse me even more. It seemed that they understood each other and all of the details and reasons were just confusing to me.

The bottom line, as I understood it after an hour and a half of discussion, is that if I'm agreeable, I would come over to Lori's after work on Fridays, spend the night, and not come back to my house until Saturday late afternoon or evening. I was allowed to do whatever I wanted as long as I took care of the household repairs.

I would sleep in her bed and "keep her company." I voiced this understanding and they both nodded, but said that there was so much more, and started to go on again about how much we all loved each other and that we wanted to meet each other's needs.

I felt that I understood enough, so I interrupted them by saying, "So when will this start?"

Sarah said, "Tonight if you want. You can take me home and grab a change of clothes, then come back here. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

They were both looking at me with anticipation, not saying a word. I looked from one to the other and finally said, "Okay."

They both jumped up to kiss me. "We were so afraid that you would think that this is weird and that we were using you!" Lori said.

"I'm okay with it now that I understand," I said.

Sarah and I got into the truck and, on the way home, she told me how much she loved me over and over again. I said, "You will have to tell me if you change your mind about this."

"I won't."

"But, if you do?"

"I will tell you. I love you so much!"

We got home and I grabbed a change of clothes. My wife gave me a big hug and a very passionate kiss. "I want you in the mood," she said. I drove back.

When I walked in, Lori had changed into a nightie, not the sheer one that she had worn last week, but it was short. She was cleaning up after our dinner. I said, "Let me help you with that," as I picked up some of the dishes. She put her arms around me and gave me a big kiss. My cock rose immediately and pressed into her.

She smiled and said, "Would you like to watch a movie?"

"A movie would be great. Do you have any more wine?"

"I thought that I had scared you off last Saturday."

"Well, you did. You have a great body, Lori, and I've wanted to see you naked for a long time. I was unprepared for what happened last Saturday, but I did enjoy it. Is it okay with you if we go a little slow? We do have all night." I said.

"Let's get comfortable and watch a movie together. I'll get the wine."

I looked up at her and said, "Last Saturday you said something about being nude together."

She smiled. "Yeah, I did." She gave me a quick kiss and went to get the wine as her nightie was floating to the floor.

I stripped and started the movie. She came back nude with the wine. My dick stood up seeing her walk toward me. A sway in her hips and the gentle bounce of her breasts--I could watch her all day long. I took the wine from her, opened it, and poured us both a glass.

She put both of her hands on my chest. I bent over to get the wine glass as she stroked my ass. I handed her a glass while she found my cock. "I've wanted to touch you for so long," she said.

I started to caress her breasts, "Same here."

"I don't want to rush, either. Let's just watch the movie in each other's arms."

"I'd like that as long as I can put my hands where I want," I said, lowering my hands to her shaved pussy.

"By all means," she responded as she gave my cock a squeeze.

We sat on the couch cuddled up against each other, gently caressing each other's sex, and watched the movie. I would occasionally lean over to kiss or suck on her nipple, and she would do the same. We kissed when the movie got boring, then we'd back off. We kept it slow and tender for an hour and a half. We were both very warm.

She was wet, as she had been since we started, and I was hard, although I hadn't been for the entire time. As the movie ended she said, "I've been having mini-orgasms for the past hour." She leaned over to take my cock into her mouth. This was not the typical blowjob. It was more like a gentle caress with her tongue and mouth. She tongued the underside, then around the head slowly before taking me into her mouth and slowly withdrawing, only to start over.

"Do you want to go to bed?" she asked, looking up.

Once we got into the bedroom, I started to lick her thigh up and up, with a slow, long lick up her cleft, only to go back down her other thigh. I was teasing her the way she had teased me. We'd had an hour and a half of foreplay and it wasn't enough. I licked her several more times before I found and circled her clitoris. I was plunging my tongue deep in her channel when she came.

The night was filled with different positions. We tried everything that either one of us had ever heard of, laughing when we fell on the floor. We fell asleep exhausted.

The next morning I walked into the kitchen naked and saw her bent over with her back to me. I walked up behind her to put my arms around her. When she pushed her butt back against me I entered her for quickie morning sex from behind. This was even before coffee.

I finished off the rest of the morning doing odd jobs around the house interspersed with quick erotic breaks you keep my strength up she said.

Lunch was something special; it was to be nude. I quickly stripped off my clothes and sat on the chair that she directed me to. I watched as she did a slow strip in front of me. My cock raged when she asked if I had ever had a naked lap dance for lunch.

She climbed onto my lap before I could answer.

"Tell me about the projects that you are going to do to my house?" she asked.

"Well, your front door sticks a little..."

She lowered her body dragging her breast against my chest. Her tongue traced a line down my chest. Her tongue reached my cock and moved along the top until, as soon as she reached the crown, she stopped and looked up at me.

"What are you going to do to my front door?"

"Ah...I'm going to take if off of the hinges and..."

She engulfed my cock. Then withdrew and licked the underside. She took my balls into her mouth for a quick pull before starting the upward progression again. She settled with the head of my cock resting against her clit.

"And then?" she asked.

"What?" I said, "Oh yeah, I'll plane down the high points and I'll..."

She started to rock back and forth, using my cock to masturbate herself. I could hardly breathe when she said.

"Touch my breasts."

I gripped her breasts tightly and pinched her nipples as she came and collapsed onto me

She recovered and asked. "Do you want dessert?"

I could only nod as my cock entered her. She pounded furiously until we both sank back into the chair.

We lounged around for the rest of the afternoon, neither one of us wanting to do more that play with other. I left as the sun began to sink saying that I'll be back to fix that door if you promise me lunch again.

She laughed saying, "it's a deal."

I kissed her goodbye as she said, "See you next Friday!"

I said, "Count on it!" laughing. On the way home, I thought that I didn't know how long this could last, but I intended to enjoy every minute of it.