This is the sixth chapter in the saga of Chris and Chloe Weber. While the story can be read separately, I suggest you read the earlier chapters to understand the full context of what is happening here. For those not familiar with the earlier stories, the two main characters often refer to each other as "brother" and "sister," but there is no incest as the two are not related.
This is a radical departure from most of my offerings and contains no cheating, scheming, plotting or revenge. No one is beaten, shot, blown up, nuked, consumed by flesh-eating fish or sent to an alternate universe. I hope you enjoy this little tale. If so, great. If not, that's fine too.
As always, constructive comments are welcome and please remember, this is a work of fiction...
September 20, 2092:
Chris Weber sat in front of his office computer, looking over the massive collection of photos and videos he and his wife, Chloe, had collected over the years. Most of the images and videos depicted his wife in various stages of undress, but quite a few were of him as well -- pictures she insisted needed to be part of their collection. They were only going to be for them to view when they got older, she said.
He came across one group of photos that showed Chloe naked in the middle of a road. He smiled as he looked at the photos of his lovely wife spreading her legs on the asphalt, illuminated only by the headlights of his car. She had always been something of an exhibitionist, and he had to admit, he liked to watch. I guess that makes me something of a voyeur, he thought to himself. They were lucky no one used that road late in the evening, especially the police. Not even his father's influence in the community would have gotten them out that mess.
Sipping his coffee, his mind wandered back to that day so long ago...
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Friday, June 10, 2011:
Chris came home, placing his briefcase on the wooden desk in his office. He had a long week, as things were busy at the paper. On top of that, his publisher was going over the final edits of his second book, a historic novel set during the Vietnam War. His first book, a science fiction novel about a man who faced the death penalty after being falsely accused of adultery, had done rather well and the publisher was hoping to get even better results with this novel.
Additionally, Mike, their young son, was almost two years old and seemed to have started his "terrible twos" a few months early.
Chloe's schedule at the hospital had also been grueling these last few weeks and it was beginning to show. He enjoyed massaging her feet when she got home and often followed that up with some quality time in the pool or in the bedroom. But he was sensing they needed something more.
In earlier days, they would either go out back, get naked and make mad passionate love, head out to the lake house for one-on-one time or go skinny-dipping. But with a young child, that wasn't always an option and he didn't feel right handing the young boy to them every weekend, no matter how much they loved and enjoyed taking care of the toddler.
Chloe had beat him home that day, bringing their son back from the hospital's day care. She looked just as beat as he did.
"Hi, honey," she said, handing him an ice-cold Coke. "How was your day?" He took the Coke and kissed her pretty face.
"Busy as ever. Paper keeps me going, plus the publisher keeps emailing me with edits for the new book. How about you?" he asked.
"Pretty normal," she said. "I did hear from Amy, though."
"Oh?" Chris asked. "How is she doing?" They hadn't seen Amy since that Mardi Gras in 2009, but had kept in touch through phone calls and email.
"Pretty good. She's still working in New Orleans, but but was up in St. Louis for training on a new piece of equipment their hospital is putting in. She finished up earlier today so I invited her to swing by and maybe spend a night or two here with us. I know it's last minute and all, but I hope you don't mind," she said. Chris shook his head.
"No, not at all," he said. "We'll just have to get one of the other rooms ready for her. When is she going to be here?"
"Tonight, probably after dinner," she said.
"Tonight?" he asked. "Well, we'd better get moving." They grabbed some leftover pizza, warmed it up and ate quickly before heading upstairs. They got one of the other two bedrooms cleared and put fresh sheets on the bed when they saw headlights at the security gate.
"I'd better get that," Chloe said, going back downstairs. She opened the gate and let Amy in, and waited at the door as the other woman got out of her car. Chris went out and greeted her with a hug and grabbed her suitcases before escorting her inside.
Amy and Chloe hugged each other like long-lost friends as Chris carted the luggage to the room where she would spend the next two nights. Soon, all three were sitting in the living room, sipping on a glass of wine while catching up.
"So, where's my nephew?" Amy asked.
"Nephew?" Chris asked, confused.
"Yes. You know, your son, Mike. I was there when he was conceived, remember?" she asked. He never forgot that Mardi Gras balcony party in 2009. "I know I'm not technically related, but since I was there, I figured that makes me kind of an unofficial 'aunt.'"
"Well, 'Aunt' Amy," Chris said, smiling, "he's upstairs sleeping right now. But you'll probably see him in the morning."
"Oh good, I can't wait," she said. Chloe handed him their glasses and asked for a refill. Chris took the glasses and headed into the kitchen. He refilled the glasses and headed back into the front room, when he saw the two women giggling and smiling. They obviously had planned something, judging from the mischievous look on Chloe's face.
"Here you go, ladies," he said, handing them their wine. They smiled as they looked at him and he knew something was up.
"Okay, I know that look," he told Chloe. "What have you two got up your sleeve?" They both giggled and looked at each other.
"How would you like to go on a road trip tomorrow?" Chloe asked.
"Anyplace in particular?" Chris asked.
"Not really," she said. "Maybe up to the river a bit, just fool around a bit. You know."
"Um, okay," Chris said, not really understanding what she had in mind. Whatever it was, he thought, it promised to be good and would probably involve her getting naked somewhere along the way. "We'll have to see if my parents can look after Mike, though."
"No problem, sweetie," Chloe said. "I called your mom earlier today and she said she'd love to look after him." That nailed it, he thought. He KNEW they had something cooked up. But what?
"Make sure you have plenty of space for pictures and video on your cameras, okay?" Chloe asked. This was getting better and better, he thought.
"Okay," he said. After a few more glasses of wine, they began to get a bit tired and headed up to bed. Amy went into her room and Chris and Chloe retreated into the master bedroom.
"What have you two cooked up?" he asked his giggly wife as she stripped naked.
"You'll just have to wait and see," she said. "But I promise you'll like it." She kissed him as she began taking his clothes off, teasing him with her body. Soon, the two were naked in bed, her legs wrapped around his as they made love.
The next morning, Amy and Chloe were in the kitchen making breakfast. Mike was already awake and Amy had her first experience feeding her "nephew."
"He's such a sweet baby," Amy said. "I can't get over how much he looks like you two." Mike smiled and cooed as Amy held him in her arms, making baby noises at him. Chris smiled as he looked at her. She would make a great mother one day, he thought.
After they finished breakfast, the girls headed upstairs to change. Chloe gave Chris a list of things to pack in the car for the day's trip. Ice chest? Check. Loaded picnic basket? Check. Lawn chairs? Check. Cameras? Check. It took a bit but he finally got everything in the trunk of his car. By then, the girls had changed, dressed Mike and were in the living room with his bag and a couple other bags carrying God-only-knows what.
He looked at the girls and smiled. Chloe wore a small pair of low-rise short-shorts and a tube top while Amy wore a slightly longer pair of cutoffs and a short, cropped t-shirt. He could see she wore no bra underneath. Both wore a pair of sandals, showing off their feet. He felt a stirring in his groin. This promised to be good, he thought.
"Would you mind if Amy used your camera?" Chloe asked. "That way you can focus on driving and Amy can take pictures and video."
"Sounds like a plan," he said. He handed the camera to Amy and showed her how to use the main features along with some of the more advanced features. She seemed to understand and put the camera around her neck.
