Chapter 1 MEETINGS & DEALINGS
I first met my wife, Leslie, when we were working at the same restaurant. I was the assistant head chef and she was the night manager. I felt an immediate attraction toward her and asked her out. We dated a few times before she told me that she was a single mother of two teenage daughters, Ann (18) and Beth (19). Their father, she told me, got her pregnant with Beth when she was only 16. Shortly after Ann was born he got himself sent to prison where he quickly made all the wrong enemies. In short, he got himself killed by some gang bangers six months into his sentence.
She waited to tell me because she had other men drop her cold when they found out. Their loss. At 35 years old Leslie still looks like she is in her 20's. She is 5' 4", 125 lbs., shoulder length brown hair, and has the nicest breasts I had yet seen. I had no problem with this and told her I looked forward to meeting her daughters. She was so relieved that she insisted that we go to my apartment where she proceeded to climb my bones like a madwoman.
After a night of mind blowing sex we made plans for me to come to her house for dinner and an introduction the next Sunday. We couldn't do it on Saturday because she always spent Saturdays with her daughters. I would later find out how special those Saturdays were to them.
I arrived at their house promptly at six for dinner and was met at the door by Beth and boy was I surprised. Except for her waist length blonde hair and slightly larger breasts she looked exactly like her mother. In fact, if I didn't already know differently, I would have sworn she and Leslie were sisters instead of mother and daughter.
"Hi, you must be Martin. I'm Beth." she said. Then she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug that I would not soon forget. Much to my embarrassment I almost immediately got an erection that Beth couldn't help but notice. She gave me a little extra squeeze and stepped back with a huge grin on her face. "Nice to meet you too. Mom's in the kitchen and Ann's setting the table. Come in and relax, dinner's almost ready." Then she took me by the hand and nearly dragged me inside.
There, setting the table, was my second shock of the evening. Short blonde hair and smaller breasts, but other than that, Ann was another duplicate of her mother. She saw me and said "Hi Martin." then she came over to me and gave me another big hug. Needless to say she also noticed my hard cock, which seemed too have a mind of its own at the moment.
She steeped back and choking back laughter said, "Go ahead and take a seat. Come on Beth, lets go help mom."
Leslie came out of the kitchen moments later and I got my third hug of the evening. "So that's what those girls were giggling about." she said when she felt my boner. "You dirty old man you." she said with a grin.
"They both look so much like you that I couldn't help myself." I said. That must have been the right thing to say because she gave me a kiss that made my toes curl and my balls ache.
We heard the girls bringing the food and we quickly broke apart.
What can I say about the rest of the evening. The food was good and the companionship was better. It was as if we had been doing this for years instead of it being the first time. Then it came time for good-byes. First Beth gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek (instant boner time), then Ann. Leslie put her arm around my waist and walked with me out to my car.
"Did you have a good time?" she asked me almost timidly.
"Like you really had to ask." I tilted her head up kissed her as hard as I could. Once again I must have said the right thing because she seemed to melt in my arms.
After we broke our kiss she leaned her head on my chest and said, "I'll show you how glad I am to hear that, tomorrow after work." then she groped my hard-on and I nearly shot my load right then and there. With one final kiss she went back in the house and I got painfully in my car for the drive home.
It went on like this for the next four months. Leslie would spend every Saturday with her daughters with me being invited to join them on Sunday. Leslie and I would go out during the week, usually ending up at my place for sex that just seemed to keep getting better and better.
Finally I decided to ask Leslie to marry me. But, she seemed suddenly frightened.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I have to talk to the girls." she said. Then she got dressed and left without saying another word.
The next day after work she came up to me and said, "The girls want you to join us this Saturday. I can't give you an answer until then.". For some reason she still seemed frightened.
Trying to put her at ease, I took her into my arms and said "Great! I'll be there. I've wandered what you girls do together."