My sister recently got married. Her husband, Barry was a thrill seeker. You know the type. White water rafting, mountain climbing, hang gliding, parachuting. You name a dangerous sport and he wanted to try it.
Marie wasn't quite so keen on participating. She tried the white water rafting once and swore never again. She told me it didn't get her adrenaline flowing as such, it was more her bowels and bladder that started flowing.
When Barry suggested they go parachuting together she refused. She'd go with him, but stay on the ground to greet him when he landed. She promised him a hero's reward.
This meant she was in an excellent position to see her nice new husband plummet to the ground when his parachute failed to deploy. Well, it didn't actually fail to deploy so much as failed to open. A quick tug on his emergency shoot resulted in it getting tangled with the main chute. He hit the ground hard and totally failed to bounce owing to the fact that he landed on a large rock.
Newly widowed, Marie invited me to stay with her for a couple of weeks, which I was quite happy to do. We just relaxed, bumming about the house. I let her talk about Barry, helping her get over her loss. She was back to her old self after the first week. Probably because she was only married for a very short time and she hadn't had time to develop really deep feelings for him. That sort of attachment needed time to develop.
Towards the end of the second week I found Marie in the kitchen, putting more into the preparation of a meal than she normally did.
"Why the extra effort?" I asked. "Your boss dropping by?"
"I'm currently unemployed, so that would be a no," she said with a smile. "I was chatting with Mark from next door earlier and he was grumbling that he hasn't had a home cooked meal for ages so I invited him in for one. His wife is in hospital recovering from peritonitis. She ignored stomach pains and her appendix burst. She's been in hospital for two weeks and will probably be there for another one."
"That's rough," I observed and went on my merry way.
So Mark came around and had dinner. After dinner he lingered, playing cards with us and enjoying some wine. I was tired so eventually departed, wanting an early night.
Perhaps I shouldn't have taken that early night as I woke up after a couple of hours. I had a feeling that I'd heard something so I got up to investigate. Yeah, I knew that it was probably Marie but there didn't seem to be any lights so...
Leaving my room I had my head cocked, trying to hear. A muffled sound came from Marie's room so I headed that way. Maybe she was having a nightmare or just a crying fit over Barry. I didn't just barge into her room, I have more sensitivity than that.
Her door was ajar so I stopped and peeped in. Night with no lights and you would normally assume it would be dark and that all I would see was black and some unidentifiable lumps of a deeper black. Tonight wasn't normal.
Marie's curtains and blinds weren't drawn so what moonlight there was shone through the window. Since it was a full moon in a cloudless sky that was quite a lot of light. I could see everything in the room.
There was Marie, naked on her bed, struggling with Mark who was also naked and on her bed. I almost charged in to help her fight off the rotten sod but a couple of things nagged at me.
Marie wasn't screaming. She must have known a hearty scream would have brought me running. Also the way she was fighting was just not Marie's style. A mugger/rapist tried to jump her in the park one day. She kicked, punched, bit, and scratched the poor bastard and he was only to happy to push her off and run for it. The cops picked him up at the hospital getting treatment for scratches on his cheeks. He was claiming a cat attacked him.
Her current fight she was slapping at him with open hands, pushing him, and for variety hitting him with closed hands. Not punching, just hitting.
After watching for a few moments it was blatantly obvious she had no intent of seriously fighting him off. I stayed where I was and watched.
Mark's hands were all over her, touching her everywhere but paying special attention to her breast and groin. It wasn't only his hands, either. He kept moving and one moment his face would be nuzzling her breasts and then his hands would replace while he shifted down to tease her pussy. I could only guess at what he was doing there.
Mind you his head between her legs seemed to change Marie's fighting style. Her hands would tangle in his hair, presumably trying to pull his head away from there. It didn't work. He only shifted his head when he wanted to.
He suddenly reared up and pushed her legs further apart, moving into position between them. Forget Marie screaming. I damn near screamed myself when I saw the length of his erection.
Marie was wriggling about under him, still trying to push him away. His hand was between her legs trying to force her to hold still. I guess he succeeded to some extent as he leaned forward a bit more and I damn well knew his cock had started to enter.
Talk about a candle in the wind. As soon as his cock had a firm connection Marie's struggling vanished. Her legs came up and wrapped around him, helping to pull him into place. He, of course, had no objection to this happening.
Now that he'd achieved his aim he and Marie just seemed to rock gently together, taking things slow and easy. I could hear Marie making little appreciative noises as they moved. It was really time I got the hell out of there and left them to their fun. I stayed and watched, fascinated.
It seems that slow and easy also means extended time on the nest. It seemed ages to me before anything changed. I wasn't sure what the trigger for their changed behaviour was but Mark's bottom started bobbing up and down with greater urgency. Sure, he'd been flashing his bottom this entire time but now he was really into it.
Marie wasn't complaining. True, her little gasps were louder and more energetic but if anything they were cheering him on. When Marie buried her face in Mark's neck and gave a muffled scream I suspected that she was having a climax. The way she kicked her legs into the air was another clue.
I decided the show was over and slipped back to the safety of my own bed.
Next morning I was drinking coffee when Marie came waltzing into the kitchen and grabbed a cup.
"Morning," I said giving her an enigmatic look. "Have a good night."
Marie smiled. "Yes. You should know I did. You stood and watch while it happened."
I blushed.
"Didn't it occur to you that if the moon was bright enough to let you see us it was also bright enough to let us see you?"
I sighed and said nothing. What could I say?
"Anyway, Mark will be here for dinner tonight."
"Again?" I asked startled. "Ah, does this mean you're sleeping with him again tonight?"
"Certainly not. Mark said that a single night with someone while his wife is indisposed is acceptable but multiple nights with the same woman would be cheating and he won't do that to his wife."
"Odd logic," I said, "but if that's the way he thinks. So why is he having dinner here. You'd think he'd be off hunting someone else to spend the night with."
Marie just gave me bland smile and didn't say anything. A creeping suspicion crawled up my back.
"What have you done?" I demanded.