This story follows "I Reflect on an Interesting Year."
This is an adult sex story.
Although children's names are mentioned, the children are not in any way involved in anything sexually related.
Enjoy and thanks for the views and the votes.
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Early January
Catherine (my wife), Marie and Natalie (my stepdaughters) and I were in Scottsdale, Arizona, spending the week after New Years at the Royal Palms. It's a beautiful hotel, the home of an old citrus growing estate, now part of the Hyatt organization.
My new bride was having some on and off episodes of morning sickness so we took things easy.
Being nauseous in the morning was one thing.
But that first night, after her daughters were asleep in the other bedroom in our suite, Catherine turned into a wild woman.
My gorgeous blonde wife with the becoming French accented English, dressed all prim and proper as a wife and a mother should, became a sex kitten.
There was something about either hotel rooms or vacations that unlocked Catherine's inhibitions.
We fucked in the shower, on the floor, on the sofa in our bedroom, on the chair in the bedroom, and we ended up fucking in the big oversized king bed.
I'd come into her and Catherine would lick and tease me back into shape for another round.
At one point she spooned some chocolate syrup leftover from desert onto my cock and licked me clean, getting me very hard in the process.
On the bed, she got up on her knees, put her head down and said "Pound me Jack. Either hole or both. Your choice. Just do it now please!"
She was right, being pregnant made her hormones go off the charts.
Lucky me.
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In September, we had moved into a leased house as a family and there were some hiccups as me, the new husband and now a new stepdad, was cohabiting with three females who been living without a male in the house for a couple of years.
Marie had started at a new school, and there were some issues with her classmates which we addressed when we held a "Back to School" dance at the country club for all the students. That ended the rumors that Marie was on a financial hardship scholarship.
We did the same thing for Natalie and the entire 6th grade at her school, only this dance was held at the our car dealership. She was considered pretty cool after we pulled that off. Since getting married in September, Catherine's ex husband was arrested twice for DUI and was subsequently deported back to Canada.
Catherine's mother, Isabella, was at the Betty Ford Center in the Palm Springs area. I had no idea when she would be healthy enough or strong enough to leave. Maybe never.
Catherine's father, Tom, was simply interested in getting laid as many times as he could before he died.
Tom had broken his promises to me about how he would handle his extramarital affairs so many times I couldn't keep count.
If I didn't know better I'd say he was North Korean. Or Iranian.
I was pretty sure Tom was going to die fucking some woman who was not his wife, just like what happened to Nelson Rockefeller, the former VP of the United States who died in the saddle while doing a lady in his office in January, 1979.
I asked Tom to visit Isabella at Betty Ford but I couldn't make him go.
It turns out he was such a selfish prick, far more concerned about his next piece of ass and where he would be dipping his wick than his own wife of more than thirty years.
I had asked Isabella if she wanted Tom to come and visit her and she didn't reply.
It was like Michael Corleone saying to his brother in the movie The Godfather 2: "Fredo, you're nothing to me now."
Maybe they hated each other, who knew. I was certain that if they ever went into therapy together their baggage would have baggage.
I thought the whole thing was just sad.
I did make up my mind what to do about Tom ands his breaking our agreement.
I ramped up the video taping and planned to confront him on March 31, at the end of the first quarter.
By then I would have enough video to launch another pay per view website with Tom as the main attraction.
My plan was to reduce his salary to minimum wage; cut off his traveling completely and move him out of my house and into a shitty apartment near the Betty Ford Center.
I would force him to either go into counseling with his wife, Isabella, or I would send him back to Canada alone.
If he opted to move back to Canada, I would leave it up to Isabella whether or not she wanted to file for divorce.
If Tom persisted in his wanton ways, he was going to do it in isolation and on his own nickel.
To maintain my focus I did the best I could for my new wife and her daughters, and that meant staying faithful to my wife.
Despite the temptations.
Constant temptations.
To put my erection into other beautiful, willing and horny women. Behind Catherine's back.
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With the start of the New Year I was focused on getting back on track with my daily workouts.
On our third morning in Arizona, having fucked Catherine again off and on most of the night, I left her sleeping soundly as I slipped out of the hotel suite just after 5:30am and headed to the workout room.
I finished huffing and puffing by 6:30 and went to the lobby in search of fresh hot coffee and The Wall Street Journal.
I had no idea someone would be there for me.
Catherine's oldest daughter Marie was sitting, waiting in ambush.
Whenever she came to see me, which was seldom, it was a big deal.
Marie knew I had the ability and the capability to solve problems and fix things.
I smiled when I saw her and kissed her good morning and got her a hot chocolate.
"What a pleasant surprise! How did you sleep sweetie?" I asked her.
I could tell she had been crying.
Red eyes, sort of a flushed face.
And she had small dark circles under her eyes.
She didn't answer.
Marie was direct just like her Grandmother and her mother.
"Daddy, can you help my friend Vickie?"
Talking with Marie I learned that Vickie's dad had left the family on ew Years Day; the mom (Janet) was a wreck and the bank accounts had been emptied and there were bills were due.
Marie knew a little about what was going on but what got Marie's attention was that Vickie had said when they were on FaceTime the night before she was going to have to leave their private school and transfer to the local public school.
I had first met Vickie's mom Janet at the dance we put on at the country club back in October.
Janet seemed to hit if off with Catherine.
It turns out that Vickie was the girl that thought Marie was on scholarship at the new school, and was spreading rumors about it.
Catherine got direct with Janet (Catherine told me all this the next day after the dance) and that smoothed things over.
I met Janet again the next weekend at Natalie's dance at the dealership when she brought her second daughter Annie.
Annie was in Natalie's sixth grade class.
Janet seemed to be a pleasant person, attractive and personable.
I smiled at her, had a very brief conversation with a few laughs but I was more interested in keeping the party moving along and the kids engaged so I had no time to really look at her.
Janet was just another good looking mom in a suburb of Los Angeles filled with MILFs.
Over the course of the next couple of months, Janet and her girls were often at our house.
Janet and Catherine became good friends.
Between the two of them they arranged to pick up all four girls and take them to our house after school where they would do their homework and school projects together. Plus Girl Scouts, gymnastics and dance classes. AYSO Soccer too.
In the days and weeks following those two dances, I would often arrive home at 5:45 for dinner to find Catherine, Janet, Marie, Vickie, Natalie and Annie either finishing up homework, working on a school project or just talking around the kitchen.
Catherine would always greet me with a kiss and from Janet I got a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.
(Janet had a set of balloons under her blouses. I often wondered if they were man-made or God given. Her figure was appealing and she was always well dressed when she was at our house).
Marie and Natalie would give me a kiss too and I would high five Vickie and Annie.
Depending on whether or not Janet's husband was on the road or at home, two, three, sometimes four times a week our two families would have dinner at our house. Always minus Janet's husband. I never met the guy and his name rarely came up.
I sensed right away that Janet was avoiding her husband. Some of these nights Janet and her daughters spent the night with us. I was fine with this, we had plenty of room and they were nice people.
Every other week or so I would arrive home to the news that Catherine and Janet were going out to dinner by themselves and that I was babysitting the four girls.
I never really asked about Janet's husband but Catherine told me early on that Janet and her husband were in a rapid downhill slide.
She told me the end was in sight for their 12 year marriage. Catherine expected the explosion would occur over the holidays. Catherine never shared any of the reasons behind the breakdown. I never pressed it.