The evening after our marvelous trip to the mountains, I was tossing in the middle of the night when my mobile chimed. "I miss you."
"OMG, I'm lying here wide awake and wanting you in my arms."
"If you are found in my bed, or my bed is found empty, there will be big trouble."
"I'm not waiting until Wednesday."
"I'm going to make up something about the car needing more work. Meet you at your house at noon?"
"Ok, yes, that will be fine..." I was babbling. She clicked off.
The shop was really busy in the morning and I had to tell Tony a story about meeting someone to talk about work on my house in order to get away.
She was relaxing in the porch rocker. I took the steps in one giant leap and picked her up. Her legs went around my waist and she said, "Better get me inside in a hurry. This is pretty compromising."
I plopped us on the sofa and discovered her bottom was bare as a baby under the flowered dress. She unzipped me as I unhooked her bra. She was hot and ready and jammed all the way down on me in seconds. We played kissyface and she said, "This is truly slutty. Nice girls do not sit this way. They don't stick their tits in your face like this. They don't feel like they are about to explode."
I buried my face in the valley between her breasts and just hugged as hard as I could. She squeezed me and I thrust up in her. She shouted and came, hard. A fresh new load of my juice surged into her quivering cunt.
Our heads together, we panted in relief.
"If I marry you, can we still have forbidden sex at noon?"
I walked us to the bathroom and soaped up a towel. She held her dress up as I worked between her incredible muscular thighs. She grabbed the towel and wiped my floppy dick.
"How come you are beautiful, smart, athletic and like sex? I'm head over heels in love with you."
"And you like my son, too?"
"Yes. Of course. And your sister. And her kids. I want the whole package."
She looked at me, a little teary. "I was wondering how you would feel, down out of the altitude, about being submerged in my family problems."
"I already carried you across the threshold. Do you need more commitment?"
She laid her head on my shoulder and cried. "Eric," she whispered, "you've captured me, and Melanie too. God, I hope this works. If it doesn't, it will destroy us."
Pretty heavy for a noontime quickie, I thought. My grip on her was tight.
"Hey, sometimes you do what feels right. Like letting it all out on the second run when you are one second out of first."
She pulled my head down for a searing kiss. She smiled. "So marrying you is my second run? My let it all hang out run?"
"I hope so. I like the way they hang."
She swatted at me and we went back to work.
My phone rang at five. "What did you do to my sister at noon? She came over here and cried for an hour. Kept telling me they were happy tears."
"We had a tender moment."
"I'll say. What about coming here for dinner? Ray's gone again and the kids would love to see you."
"I'll come and bring wine, but you have to tell Kate."
"Fine. Maybe she can get loose."
The Volvo and my truck arrived together. Kate and Robbie and I walked into instant pandemonium. "Eric, Eric," Kevin shouted, "did you bring a game for us?"
In my plastic sack were three game consoles. I spent a few minutes on the floor, and had three gamers going.
Melanie handed me a glass of the wine I brought. "My god, Eric, fancy chardonnay for us and consoles for the kids. Give me a kiss."
We put our glasses down and she gave me the full body treatment. Kate moved into our arms and whispered, "I'm supposed to say 'get a room.' "
I pinched their hard behinds and we went to finish fixing dinner. Kate said in a low voice that her sister could hear, "She wants the same treatment I got at noon."
Mely looked at us from under her eyelashes and nodded. I noticed she had makeup on, and a too nice dress for dinner at home.
Kate continued, "After dinner, I'm going to watch the kids and the two of you are going to your house for exactly forty-three minutes. That's how much time we had at noon. She gets equal treatment."
Another sidelong look and a wiggle of her ass. She had stockings and low heels on too. My god.
The beef stroganoff was super. Karen said, "Mom, why ruin good meat by putting sour cream on it? I thought that was just for berries?"
I pulled her braids and she screeched. "Karen, sometime, not at the dinner table, I will tell you a story about spicy sauces on meat."
Melanie was riding in the pickup for the first time. "This is nice. Do all your women friends like riding up here like this?"
She had always been a big tease and still was. "I torture women who tease. Tie them up and put little red lines on all their private places."
"Ohh, I don't like the sound of that. You're not in high school now. You might be serious." She reached out for my hand. "Have you ever tied a woman up and beat her?"
"No. Beating up women is sick. But sometimes a woman lets her rape fantasy get loose and wants rough sex. Do you have a rape fantasy?"
We walked up to my front door and I pulled her in tight for a tender kiss. She took my hand and led us upstairs to my bedroom in the old house. She turned the night light on and disrobed in semi-darkness. She wasn't talking but her body was sending messages. She got down to her bra and panties and started working on me. I unhooked the bra and ran my fingers from back to front. Her breasts were stiff and the nipples hard. I guessed I had an aroused woman in my hands, probably for more than one reason. I trailed a hand down her belly and located a warm wet place.
I whispered in her ear. "We could doublecross Kate. You could call and say you are tied down and I'm not letting you loose until morning."
She moved her hips forward to get my finger farther into her.
"You mean this is domination sex and I'm the sub?"
"Take it or leave it."
She growled and pushed me onto the bed. She stepped back, hissed, and took a running leap into my arms. We rolled over and over, cussing and swearing. She had a lousy cheating husband in her brain, and it was my job to suck some of that poison out.
"Useless fucker, you're not even going to take me, are you?"
We wrestled around, with Melanie pounding and scratching. Finally, as she was tiring, I maneuvered us into missionary and plunged hard, letting my full weight fall on her.
In my lowest, huskiest voice, I said, "You're mine, Melanie, God damn it, and I'm not letting you go." Two more strokes and she was coming violently. I flipped us over and she put her head down on my chest, crying and pounding on me at the same time. My big hands were holding her ass firmly on my cock. She was still shaking and spasming on me. I covered us with a blanket.
Her breathing slowed and she said, in a normal voice, "I would so like to stay here in your arms tonight." I was still hard and she wiggled on me. I did a gentle drumbeat on her tough globes.
"But," I said for her, "my sister is an angel and I wouldn't pull a dumb trick like that on her."
She licked my nose and said, very quietly, "Yes, my sister is an angel."
