The Wages of Sin Pt. 02 of 03

THE WAGES OF SIN—PART 2

I brought a change of clothes for Andrea and Chrissy—jeans and a sweatshirt. It was early October and the weather can be chilly, especially on the beach. I'd spent too many cold walks on the boardwalk and I had no desire to repeat. I thought I'd warn Amy and Amber when I got there, however Andrea and Chrissy had obviously beat me to the punch. Amy wore what seemed to be skin-tight jeans and a tight sweater under a light jacket. Amber was dressed exactly like my daughters would be as soon as they changed.

The three girls tumbled into the back seat while I placed their extra clothes into the rear. I backed out of Amy's driveway once I was sure that everyone was belted in. Minutes later we were on the Northern Parkway westbound, then south on the Sagtikos and west again on the Southern; all the parkways connect to each other so soon we were in Queens on the Belt Parkway rushing past J.F.K. Airport into Brooklyn.

Traffic was unusually light so I was able to sneak an occasional peek in Amy's direction. Her jacket was open and pulled back to reveal her tight top. Her bra must have been really sheer because I could clearly make out her nipples under the tightly stretched fabric. We didn't speak, but I was comfortable with our silence. There was more than enough gabbing coming from the rear seat. If I didn't know better I would have sworn these three were lifelong friends.

They were really eager once we had entered the aquarium, but Andrea and Chrissy knew better than to get too far in front of me. We rushed through the reef building so we could see the penguin feeding. I could see how interested Amber was, rushing up to the railing for a better view. Amy and I hung in the background. I had my hands in my pockets and Amy had her arm linked through mine. We were close enough that I could smell her shampoo. It was great. How I wanted to hold her and make love to her, things I doubted would ever happen.

We returned to take in the reef display and marvel at the variety of fish and their colors. Amy kept her hand on my elbow the entire time. The girls were really excited as they moved from one exhibit to the next. We did everything there was to do at least once, including the 4-D movie on the way out. It was after one when we left and I knew that everyone was hungry. Fortunately Nathan's was less than a quarter mile away. We had their famous hot dogs and fries along with jumbo Cokes. I always had sauerkraut and mustard on my dogs much to the amazement of my daughters who just couldn't fathom the appeal of pickled cabbage. I was surprised when Amber said she'd like to try it and even more so when she nodded her agreement. Even more astonishing, Amy asked if she could have a bite of mine. I gladly gave it to her—anything to build up a cadre of sauerkraut allies.

After lunch we ambled over to the boardwalk and the girls took advantage of me, begging to be allowed to go on rides at Luna Park. We looked at the Cyclone—Coney Island's famous roller coaster--but I couldn't convince anyone to ride it. I would have taken Amy, but leaving the girls alone—no way.

We left to return home at four and three of us slept the entire way. I drove us to my house where I agreed to grill and make my famous California Cheeseburgers. When Amy asked what made them famous Andrea and Chrissy just laughed. "You'll see," they chimed in together.

I made the burgers—one for each of the girls, two for me, and two extras, just in case. I always grill the rolls and return them to a plastic bag to keep them fresh and moist. I make the burgers by hand from the fattiest ground beef I can find, seasoning them liberally with salt and pepper. They're usually between a quarter and a third of a pound each. Meanwhile I sliced two big Long Island beefsteak tomatoes and two green peppers, but only one onion which I sliced very thinly. Andrea and Chrissy set the table, putting out plenty of napkins. These burgers can get pretty messy.

Amy stood by me while I grilled the burgers and helped by adding the cheese once they were almost done. Then we walked into the dining room where the girls were already seated in anticipation. My daughters knew what to do, but I spent a few minutes tutoring Amy and Amber.

"First, you need a little mayo on the bottom of the roll. Now a few pieces of lettuce; just use your fingers, that's what I do. Now a thick slice of tomato and put your burger on top." By then the creations were about three inches high. "Add a slice of onion and a ring of green pepper around that. Now, some ketchup and the top of the roll and you're all set."

Amy looked at hers then at me and asked, "How on earth do you get all of this into your mouth?"

Chrissy laughed. "That's why we have so many napkins, Amy." I led the way by taking mine in both hands, tilted it and took a bite out of the top part. Eventually I made enough progress to get the bulk of the burger into my mouth.

Amy and Amber struggled, but seemed to enjoy the food. I knew for sure when Amy complimented me. "This is without a doubt the sloppiest burger I've ever had, but it's also the best. You're obviously a man of many talents, Tim."

I leaned over then to wipe a dollop of ketchup from her cheek. "You're certainly right about the sloppy part. Sometimes I wind up with more in my lap than in my mouth. I have enough if anyone wants seconds. To my surprise Amber did have two and that encouraged Andrea and Chrissy to split one. It was all I could do to finish my second. Amy and I dismissed the girls who ran upstairs to Andrea's room while we cleaned up the mess. There wasn't much to do. I always used paper plates for this meal so they went into the trash. We were almost finished when Amy spoke, "I have to thank you again for a wonderful day. It's the best we've had in a long, long time."

"Yes, it was for us, too. I really enjoyed your company. I don't get to spend much time with attractive women these days."

"I heard about Chrissy's Thursday night grace. I'm glad you think I'm hot."

"You are. I try not to lie to my kids, but more importantly, you're a really fine person."

"You know, Tim—listening to you speak all day you remind me more of the lawyers I work with than a plumber."

"You're also very observant. I decided more than ten years ago to increase my vocabulary by five words a day and I have. I keep a thesaurus on my desk at work and I check it several times a day, even now. Some of the guys at work call me 'the professor.' Of course, they're only joking." Amy looked at me then and, once again, I saw those pools of liquid blue in her eyes. I thought then that her eyes were hypnotic. We spent the rest of the evening playing cribbage. I have to admit—I let her beat me.

We drove them home at eleven and I was sorry to see them go. Then Chrissy had another idea—why not go to church together? They all agreed so I said I'd pick them up at 9:30 on the way to 10:00 Mass. Andrea and Chrissy gave Amber and Amy hugs. I was surprised when Amber hugged me and thanked me for her wonderful day. Then Amy also hugged me and I hugged her back. Damn, she felt awfully good in my arms.

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Thus began our relationship—a relationship that always included our children. We never did have an actual date so we never really kissed or did anything else, not that I didn't want to. That changed about three months later just two weeks before Christmas when Amy and Amber drove to my house on a Monday afternoon. I was surprised because we had never discussed getting together on a school night. I could see by Amy's eyes that something was wrong.

"I had a phone message from my landlord yesterday. He's selling the house and he wants me out in three weeks. Great Christmas present, eh! I looked at some apartments today and they're all more than I can afford. I don't know what I'm going to do." Andrea, Amber, and Chrissy had gone upstairs to Andrea's room when they had arrived and just as suddenly they ran back down.

I could see that they were excited. "We know what to do, Daddy! It's so simple. Amber and Amy can move in here with us! If we got bunk beds there would be room for Amber and me in my room. I'll even sleep on top. There will be plenty of room for another dresser and a desk for Amber and my closet is big enough for two. Amy can sleep in your room. You already have a big bed."

I gasped a few times. My heart was in my throat. I felt as though I had swallowed an entire chicken. "You...you came up with all that in the last two minutes?"

"Ummm, not quite, Daddy—Amber phoned me a little earlier while you were at work so Chrissy and I talked about it. It makes sense, Daddy. We know how much you like Amy. It solves all of the problems."

"Uh, I think you know that Amy and I in the same bed ...uh...."

"Actually, Tim—I think it's a great idea." I turned to face Amy as she stood and walked to straddle my lap, her arms around my neck. Turning to face our daughters she asked, "What do you think girls? What should I do?"

"Kiss him, Mom. Go ahead and do it."

"Well, Tim would you like to kiss me? I've wanted to kiss you for months." Then she leaned down and our lips met. Any doubts or questions I may have had disappeared in that instant. Sharing a bed with this goddess would truly be a dream come true. The kiss—the best one of my life—lingered for several minutes while our daughters cheered and clapped.

Finally, Amy broke the kiss with a smile. "I can't speak for you Tim, but I thought it was worth waiting for."

I still had stars in my eyes when I responded. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind doing it again...like a few billion times." She leaned down again to kiss me, just a little peck this time. Looking up into those liquid pools of vibrant blue eyes I asked, "Just when did you want to move in?"

"We brought some clothes and toiletries and Amber has her sleeping bag, so how about tonight?"

I was still half in shock so I was slow to react. Chrissy spoke long before I was ready. "We know you heard us laughing in the kitchen over the last month, Daddy. We were laughing because we've all known that Amy was in love with you for months. We were guessing when you'd wake up and realize it, Daddy. We all love you."

"We do, Tim. I knew when I met you in the supermarket that you were an extremely good man. Then Friday at dinner and Saturday during our time together I realized that you were even better. I saw how much Andrea and Chrissy love you and I realized that I could love you, too. By the next weekend I was sure. What really did it for me was how you treated Amber—just like she was one of your own treasured daughters. I love you, Tim."

"I love you, too Amy. I was afraid to do anything. I was terrified you'd reject me. You're so...."

"Hot, Tim?"

"Yeah, you're so hot and I'm so not."

"I think that's up to me to decide, don't you? Right now this hot woman is hot for you so why don't you kiss me again?" I did, and I realized that I'd want to do it those billions of times I'd mentioned earlier. Our lips met and I was in heaven. I never gave a thought to the presence of my daughters or of Amber. My hands roamed over her back and hers gently gripped my head, her fingers enmeshed in my hair. Our eyes were closed as our tongues explored and dueled back and forth when we heard the front door open and close. Our girls were back when we broke the kiss with suitcases and Amber's sleeping bag. Our faces were covered with spit.

Amy and I looked at each other and laughed. "Does my face look anything like yours," she asked. I nodded and she continued, "Good, then you must have enjoyed it as much as I did." She rose and took my hand then I led her up the stairs to what would be our room.

She looked around and walked into the master bath. "I'm sure you'll want to redecorate. At the very least I've been meaning to get a new mattress and box spring. I hate the idea of sleeping where she and...."

"Say no more, darling. I understand and I agree completely. The bedroom set is good and there's no need to replace it. The rest we can talk about later. Isn't that what couples do?" I nodded and took her into my arms again. She moved in really close then she whispered, "I'm hoping we'll do this every day, Tim."

"I'm thinking every spare moment. Right now I can't wait until the girls go to bed."

"Me neither; think we can punish them for something so they'll have to go early?"

"We heard that, Mom!" They did hear it, but they were laughing so I pulled Amy into another kiss.

"Just making up for lost time," I whispered, but, of course, our daughters heard that, too and laughed.

"About time, Daddy," Andrea said. I only smiled then opened my arms and my three daughters ran into our arms for a group hug. They had already moved Amber's few clothes into Andrea's room so Amy and I unpacked her suitcase, placing her clothing where she wanted them in the long triple dresser. I was especially interested in the lingerie. I could barely wait.

The girls were gone when Amy moved in close once again. "Hmmm, I didn't know you were a baseball player. It feels like you have a bat in your pants."

I couldn't stifle a laugh as I replied, "I'm glad you have a good imagination."

"You'll find out just how good it is later on." Then she rubbed that hot body over my throbbing erection.

We were back in the living room half an hour later when I asked how much she had to move. "The house came furnished, but the microwave is mine and so are the TV's in Amber's room and mine. Of course, the food and kitchen supplies are all mine, too. I have a hope chest from my grandmother so, of course, I'll want to keep that"

"We can try to have you out completely by the weekend. You'll need to phone the electric company about changing over service to the owner. You have oil heat so a company will have to measure the amount. I'm sure you had to pay for the oil in the tank when you moved in. Also, the water company and the post office."

"And the cable company, too. I think we need to make a list."

"Daddy, we think we need to go out for dinner." I looked at Chrissy and then at the clock on the wall. I had planned to cook spaghetti and meatballs, but the time had gotten away from me.

"Good thinking, Chrissy; let's get cleaned up and go out. How about pizza?" Of course, they agreed. They always agreed to pizza. We climbed into the truck—what had just become my big happy family. That thought brought on another and I was thinking when Amy interrupted me. She only wanted to hold my hand. We arrived at the pizzeria about ten minutes later. If this trip was any indication, I doubted that I'd ever get a word in edgewise. I knew they were excited, but their conversation had begun long before they had left the house and it hadn't stopped for even a second.

The next big topic was what kind of pies to get. Amy insisted that I get half sausage so they settled on one everything and the other half pepperoni. She organized the drinks, too—suggesting that caffeine at dinner time wasn't a great idea. They settled for Sprite; Amy and I had frosty glasses of Bud. I had to admit that we all had a great time even though I barely said three words the entire time. On the other hand, Amy did sit in my lap and she did notice that I once again had quite the reaction when she did.

"Don't worry," she whispered into my ear. "I'll be taking very good care of that after the girls are in bed—several times if I have anything to say about it. I noticed that nice big shower you have, too." Then she kissed my ear and returned to her chair which was less than an inch from mine. It was after eight by the time we returned home.

The girls watched TV for an hour while Amy and I planned her move. One of the things we needed to do was find out about Amber changing schools. I phoned John Lynch to tell him I might be a bit late in the morning. Amy then asked what my schedule was like tomorrow. She wanted to set us up with an appointment to see one of her firm's lawyers. I agreed immediately. I had held up on divorcing Terri because I had no reason to act. Now I did, or I hoped I did. Amy and I had never talked about getting married—only about living together. The girls went up to shower at nine and were in bed by 9:30. Their school began early—at 7:30—so they had to get up at 6:00 in order to get to school on time. I knew that Glenda Hoskins would be here at 7:10 to drive them. That was something else I'd need to discuss with Amy.

I had hugged and kissed my girls every night of their lives unless I was involved in some Kiwanis event and, even then, I always did so when I returned home. I began with Chrissy while Amy started with Andrea. She was kneeling at Amber's sleeping bag when I sat at the edge of Andrea's bed. She leaned up to hug me and whispered, "I'm so glad you have Amy now. There are some things I'm not too comfortable discussing with my father."

I chuckled then whispered back, "I can think of a few things I don't want you to discuss with me either." I kissed her then and reminded her how much I loved her. She was becoming a beautiful and intelligent young woman. My final stop was Amber. I'd hugged and kissed her many times since Amy and I had begun spending our weekends together.

She didn't whisper. She came right out and said what she wanted to. "I'm so glad you and Mom are together now, Tim. I love you and Andrea and Chrissy. You're a much better man than my father ever was. I barely remember him, but now I have no need to. I can dream about you." I gave her a special hug and kiss then retreated from the room, but not before I heard Andrea say, "Do try to get SOME sleep, Daddy." Uhhh, kids!

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I went downstairs to close up the house for the night while Amy went into the bedroom. I couldn't believe how nervous I was as I climbed the stairs. I stopped short when I reached the doorway. There, lying on the bed, stark naked, was my soon-to-be lover reclining on her side, her head leaning on her right hand. I haven't described Amy so I'll do it now. She's tall—taller than Terri—at five feet nine inches and slender. Her breasts aren't huge, but they fit her frame magnificently. Looking at them now in their naked glory I'd guess C-cups with silver dollar areolas and puffy pink nipples, but I'm hardly an expert. She has a perfectly oval face surrounded by dark brown hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Lying on the bed I could see that her pubic hair was trimmed back to what is commonly known as a landing strip. Even in the dim light from the hallway and bathroom I could see signs of her arousal.

I heard it when she spoke. "Hey there, sailor—been at sea long? See anything you like? Got a hose to put out my fire?"

"Yeah," I groan. "I like everything I can see from here. You'll have to decide about the hose."

She rose and came to me. I was amazed by the smoothness of her skin as she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my tee over my head. Then she knelt to remove my shoes and socks. My pants fell to my feet and when my boxers fell she could see my monster cock for the first time. Okay, it's no monster, but it must be at least six and a half inches long and fairly thick. She smiled when she saw it. "Even better than I thought," she whispered. "Let's try out that big shower you have."

I had tried to get Terri to shower with me many times with no success. Now I was going to wash and be washed by a woman who beat Terri in every department. I turned the water on and set the temperature at what I usually found comfortable. Seconds later we stood together under the hot spray holding and caressing each other, kissing and loving. Amy looked down and laughed. "Doesn't this thing ever go soft?"

"Sure...it's been soft for most of the past five months, but there's something about you...how hot you are that just turns me on so much." I grabbed the soap and began to wash her supple body, spending an inordinate amount of time on her round firm ass, her almost naked pussy, and her incredible firm breasts.