PRESENT DAY:
As he pulled his rental car off Interstate 476 and headed toward Brian and Amy's house, Chris was filled with his usual mix of dread and excitement. Dread at knocking on the door to see the smiling face of his friend Brian, who he had been betraying for nearly 20 years. Dread at having to sit through dinner without revealing how much he wanted to grab Amy and take her right there on the dining room table. But there was also excitement thinking of that moment after dinner, as Amy figured out a way to excuse herself at the end. That was always his cue to make his own excuse and meet her in the basement, as he had so many times in this house before.
There was also the matter of the Harris children. He always loved seeing them, and they enjoyed when "Uncle Chris" came to visit bearing gifts, but it was always a little difficult seeing little Johnny, knowing what he knew...or at least what he thought he knew. He didn't have it in him to ask Amy for a DNA test, and she steadfastly claimed that he was almost certainly Brian's biological child and definitely his child in every other matter.
Chris didn't disagree with the second part, but every time he thought of the first part his mind began to wander to a summer night on the Jersey shore, a little over 7 years ago, when two hurt and confused people had possibly made a grave mistake. But just as he began to think about it he realized he had pulled up in front of their home.
He knocked on the door, as always carrying gifts for the kids from his wife and a bottle of wine for the parents. As always, Brian answered the door with his usual heartfelt hug (that made Chris' stomach turn more than a little bit), and was quickly followed by an eager greeting from the kids (to be fair, they were more interested in the presents, but Chris didn't begrudge their enthusiasm).
Amy was hiding in the kitchen at first as always, under the guise of finishing dinner but likely as much to gather her emotions. Here she was in her home with her loving husband and kids, and the only thing on her mind was how to fuck her husband's best friend tonight.
The relationship between Amy and Chris certainly had its ebbs and flows...often times there were long breaks without seeing each other. They had designed it this way, to prevent either of them from falling in too deep. But several times over the years they still fell into periods where all they could think about was being together. This was one of those times. They often became like teenagers, unable to keep their hands off each other. At these points, they had the hardest time keeping their dark secret. But in many ways it was also the most exciting and exhilarating time for them.
Amy finally emerged from the kitchen, dressed in a simple floral dress and knee high boots. It may have been simple, but it was driving Chris wild inside. Easy access, he thought inwardly. And so began his struggle to stay focused through dinner. Brian was doing well, but Chris could see he was tired, long hours in surgery will do that to the best of people. The kids were in their own little world as always, especially little Johnny, who was oblivious to the extra-long glances by Uncle Chris.
Amy noticed them, and sighed to herself. She loved Johnny with all her heart, but she also knew deep down his parentage represented a potential bomb that could destroy two families. For a while, it caused her to pull away from Chris, but recently they fell back into the same unbreakable patterns. In many ways, their lust returned stronger than ever after these breaks.
As dinner ended and the kids got ready for their school work and baths, Brian offered to take care of them for a while...really this was the only quality time he had with his kids and he needed to make the most of it. Amy mentioned she had to finish laundry downstairs, which was Chris' cue to go outside to make some follow up "business calls." In reality, he was heading right to the ground level entry to the Harris' basement, where Amy was waiting for him.
"We don't have much time, hurry up and put it in," breathed an incredibly hot Amy. "What's wrong, aren't you ready?"
"You have to be patient, I'm getting older it takes me a second, especially since I nearly bit my lip not getting aroused at dinner," joked Chris.
"Here let me help," said Amy as she kneeled down and fished Chris' cock out of his pants. Slowly she began licking and sucking him, taking time to hit the spots she had grown to know he liked. Within moments, Chris was hard.
As tempting as it was to continue the blowjob, Chris knew they didn't have much time and both needed something else. So he carefully pulled Amy up and lifted her on to the counter where she folded clothes. Amy had already taken off her panties, and she was incredibly wet, so Chris had no trouble sinking balls deep in one stroke.
Both groaned softly as they savored the penetration of his cock into her folds. In times like these, they had come to learn that all their senses were heightened when they had to remain as quiet as possible. Not being able to vocalize their pleasure only seemed to increase it.
Mostly, they kept quiet by keeping their mouths on each other, passionately kissing as Chris increased his tempo. Amy turned the washing machine on to drown out the noise they were making against the wall as they copulated. Sure, it increased the risk of not hearing someone come downstairs, but she knew her family well enough that it was unlikely.
"OH...OH...OH", grunted Chris.
"MMM-MMM-MMM," replied Amy.
Soon Chris picked up to the pace they both needed as they began the inexorable climb to their release. Amy's hands moved to Chris' butt to encourage him...as great and exciting as this was, they needed to cum before suspicions could be aroused. With the delicious feelings around her pussy, it wasn't going to be long for her.
Or for Chris. He grunted through several long strokes, then closed in eyes in ecstasy and thrust as far as humanly possible to eject his cargo into Amy's welcoming womb. As he came he buried his head in her soft cleavage...Amy gently kissing the top of his head as she came. Both remained as silent as possible, but could easily hear their hearts beating out of their chest as they reclaimed a measure of sanity.
After a few minutes of deep kissing, they realized they had to get back upstairs. It had been almost 30 minutes, so Brian would come looking for them shortly otherwise. Before she headed back upstairs, Amy looked at Chris and asked,
"Are we ever going to be able to end this?"
"How many times have we tried, Amy," replied Chris. "It only seems to work for a time. If we're not hurting anyone what's the harm?" He knew he was being selfish, but he was deep into Amy yet again and couldn't imagine giving her up right now.
"It's getting more risky, look at what we're doing...Brian or the kids could have come down at any second. I get there's a thrill in that for you, but so many bad things can happen. I can't keep risking my family because I can't resist your dick," said Amy sadly.
"Let's talk about this tomorrow," said Chris, somewhat dismissively. He knew it was right after the act when the guilt was greatest. "If you still want to stop then OK, but I think you know what will happen. Do I have to go through the history with you?"
