Introduction from the author
8/2011: Thanks again to blackstallion21 for helping me get this series cleaned up and headed in the right direction...
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As he crept along in rush hour traffic, Kevin's mind drifted back over the events of the last few months: The dinner night at Kristen's house that started this mess, the bomb-shell email telling him that she was pregnant, her moving in to their house because of her psycho husband. It was a lot to shoulder. The conflicting emotions alone were enough to drive him crazy; his love for Misty, lust for Kristen, absolute terror over the child growing in her womb, guilt for the betrayal of his marriage vows. Correct that,
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betrayal
...can't forget that little nugget.
After their late night encounter in the kitchen to start the week, Kristen and he had pretty much kept their distance at home. The rest of the week was uneventful and crept by like a three-toed sloth. But it was finally Friday and he was looking forward to a relaxing weekend as he pulled his truck into the driveway.
When he opened the large oak door leading into the house, his jaw dropped to the floor. Just inside were two of the most beautiful vixens he had ever laid eyes on. Misty was dressed in a slinky light green dress that hugged her body, accentuating her chiseled athletic form and ended three inches above her knees. It tied around her neck and the back was completely open to just above her ass. The front had a deep v-neck that plunged well below her cleavage. Matching stiletto heels laced up her calves and brought her height up to over six feet. She was busy helping her sister by clasping a fine silver chain holding a diamond pendant that fell into her cavernous cleavage around her neck.
Kristen meanwhile was putting the final touches on her makeup. She was wearing a black and white sleeveless top of silk, also with a deep v-neck to show off her chest, and black dress capri's that hugged her ass wonderfully and highlighted her curvy figure. Sexy wedge heeled shoes brought her almost to his height. Neither woman noticed Kevin as he stood staring for a full minute before he could speak.
"What are you two getting all dolled up for?" he asked finally closing the door behind him. Both girls spun in his direction, their faces lit with warm smiles.
"We're going to dinner, didn't you get my text?" Misty scolded playfully "You need to go get changed, we're going to be late."
"No, I didn't get any texts." he lied. Her text was probably lost in the 40 or so her sister had sent while she was enjoying a bubble bath with her favorite waterproof toy earlier in the day. "So where are we goin?"
"To Mandarin Gardens;" Misty replied. "Now hurry up and get dressed."
He sighed and took another long look at the beauties before him, then headed upstairs. He quickly showered, and pulled on the first thing he could find: black dress pants and a dark plum colored long sleeve dress shirt. He looked in the mirror to asses the damage before heading back down stairs: his six foot and two hundred thirty pound frame stared back at him defiantly.
I don't look too bad I guess. At least the shirt isn't wrinkled. I could use a shave, but that will have to wait.
Satisfied, he ran some gel through his short brown hair and headed out of the bedroom.
Coming down the stairs he was greeted by whistles and cat calls from his wife and sister-in-law who were standing by the door.
"Hey, I'm not some piece of meat!" he admonished.
"Yeah, but you look so damn edible right now honey." Misty assured him, stepping up and planting a kiss on his lips.
"Mmm-mmm. She's right," Agreed Kristen. "If you weren't married to my sister I'd eat you right up." She winked at him as she said that and mimed giving a blow job to her sister's back.
"Back off bitch!" Misty howled, laughing as she fake punched her sister. "He's mine!" Although she seemed to be playing along with it, the look she shot her sister could have melted steel.
"O-okay, ya'll need to cool it or my head won't fit in the car." he told them, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah we can't have that." Misty agreed, "Let's get going." She grabbed his hand and they made their way out of the house with Kristen hot on their heels before he could protest.
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It was about a twenty-five minute ride from their place to downtown where the restaurant was located. Kevin drove Misty's BMW in silence, listening to the girl's gossip about this and that like sisters do. It was hard to concentrate on driving. Misty was sitting to his right and kept squirming around, turning to talk to her sister or looking at the other traffic on the highway. Each time she moved, her dress crept higher and higher, showing off more of her tanned, toned legs. In the mirror he could see Kristen sitting in the back seat behind Misty. When he sister wasn't turned around in her seat talking to her, her eyes were fixed on his in the mirror. She licked her lips seductively, sucked on her finger slowly, and pinched her nipples, causing them to strain against the silk of her top. Between the two of them they had him incredibly turned on by the time they got to their destination. He prayed Misty wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants as they pulled up to the restaurant where a throng of people waited outside of the building.
"This is going to take forever." he sighed, surveying the group waiting for tables. He tossed his keys to the valet as he exited the car.
"It won't." Misty dismissed. "I've had reservations for a week."
"Yeah, don't you pay attention?" Kristen scolded. The look in her eyes betrayed the sarcastic tone of her comment however. That look said he was in for a long night.
The scene inside of Mandarin Gardens definitely lived up to its name: the interior of the building was a lush Asian jungle. Each seating area was tucked away in its own little stone grotto separated from the adjoining areas by thick sub-tropical plants and rock formations. This gave the illusion of being totally isolated, even though the other areas were still visible through the foliage. The entire far wall was a waterfall, which spilled into a slow moving stream that meandered throughout the space. Ambient light was provided by candles and Chinese lanterns.
The host, an attractive young Asian girl that introduced herself as Mei Lin, led them through a maze of paths to an area near the far corner, not far from the waterfall. The area consisted of a circular table of dark, heavy wood surrounded by a curving bench seat backed by low stone walls and greenery. Kristen slid in first, scooting her way around the table. Kevin looked at Misty and she motioned for him to follow her sister. As he slid in next to Kristen, Misty followed right behind, pinning him between the two beauties.
"So what do they have here that's good?" Kristen asked, staring at the menu. "And what are these little numbers beside everything?" She was pointing to the small forty next to the roast duck.
"Well," Misty explained, "food here is served in a community style, like you would at home. And everybody has some of everything. And the numbers are the prices." She then began to ramble through the menu items for her sister, pointing out her favorite selections. Finally they decided on a bevy of dishes including Orange Peel Beef, Cantonese Chicken Noodles and Honey Chicken. They ordered their meal, along with some drinks from the bar for Misty and Kevin, and fell into subdued conversation about their various days. As they sat talking and drinking Kristen hooked her leg around his under the table and started massaging his calf with her foot. She kept stealing quick little glances at him as she did this.
At the same time, oblivious to her sisters' actions, Misty's hand crept into her husband's lap and grabbed his crotch. He almost choked on his drink. Kristen eyed her sister's missing hand, and the dopey look on his face, and smiled. The girls continued their various massaging until the waiter arrived with an enormous tray of food.
"Holy shit!" Kristen exclaimed when she saw how much there was.
