KATE AND EDITH TOO
Part FIVE of FIVE
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MARRIAGE AND DIVORCE
I. OUT, DAMN POT!
I'd like to say we smoked some more pot, I mellowed out, didn't get horny, and that I didn't give in to my desire to bed my sister-in-law; that I am not that weak, and that I didn't use getting high as an excuse to do what I felt was wrong.
I'd also like to say that, unlike Lady Macbeth, whom I intentionally misquoted in the chapter title, I didn't struggle with guilt afterwards.
I 'can' honestly say, at the time, I really only wanted to smoke again to chill out, not to have an excuse.
That said:
Liz sat and lit up a joint. She passed it to me, and I took a long, slow drag, held it in and let the effect sweep through me. I lazily passed it to Jen and watched her take it in her long, slender fingers, put it to her perfect lips, and draw on the joint, her cheeks slightly hollowing in the process. She held it several seconds, then slowly expelled the smoke through her nose and pursed lips in one long breath. It struck me as very sensual.
I looked into her lovely, dark eyes, and she unflinchingly met my gaze. "Damn, you are beautiful," I thought.
"Thank you, Jack. You saying that to me, means more than you know," she replied, as she passed the joint to my wife.
I started to ask how she could read my thoughts, but realized I must have said it out loud.
I followed the joint as Liz reached for it and put it to her lips. Before taking a hit, she gave me a brief, sweet smile.
When we finished the joint, we all sat silently, drinking ice water, looking at each other. Casually, Liz held up another joint, gesturing, "Yes or no?"
I nodded and she lit it.
Hey, who can smoke just one?
When we finished smoking that one, Liz scooted her chair out, took my hand, nodded at the pool, and we walked down the steps into the water.
When we were chest high, she wrapped me up and kissed me, slowly, deeply, passionately. I was intensely aware of her warm body pressed against mine, of the still, hot air around our heads and shoulders, and the cool water caressing our submerged bodies. I felt Jen's warm body press against my back; felt her wrap her arms around my chest, slip her hands between me and Liz, wrap her arms around my stomach. I felt my erection begin to grow and Liz respond, reaching for it and caressing it. Then she took one of Jen's hands and placed it next to hers, and they began slowly, gently stroking me.
"Shall we?" Liz questioned, ever so softly.
In a kind of dream state, I nodded.
We didn't stop at the shower. Liz, holding my hand, led me in the house. Jen had my other hand and followed. My wife led us to our bathroom, to our large, walk-in shower. She released my hand, stepped in, turned on the rain head and one of the wands, then began adjusting the temp. Jen turned me to face her and pulled me close, engaging me in a deep, sensuous, liquid kiss. My cock throbbed and swelled. She grasped it and pulled it up between us, stroking it. I filled my hands with her firm buttocks, squeezing them, roughly. She moaned into my mouth.
When Liz had the water ready, she pulled us in with her, and we took a long, languid shower together. Then Liz turned off the water and we stepped out and dried off.
When we got to the bedroom, it hit me that I was now going to have sex with Jen. I heard myself ask, "Um, how are we..."
Liz, who was turning on the two bedside lamps, turned to me, "Together," she simply answered before I could finish my question. "Turn off the room light, honey," she added.
I flipped the switch, and the room dimmed to a warmer glow. I was looking at my wife's nude, golden-tanned body in the soft light, and I felt a hot rush of desire for her. But I was very aware of Jen beside me, holding my hand. I turned and looked at her slender, dark tawny body, her dark eyes staring back at me, and my lust was enflamed. I barely heard Liz over the throbbing pulse in my ears.
"Get on the bed, honey."
I felt Jen pulling me towards the bed...and the inevitable. And in my present state, I was a completely willing participant. I couldn't for the life of me think of why I had been resisting this moment, fighting against. I thought, "Could I really be that stupid?"
Jen crawled on the bed first, apparently following some subtle direction from Liz, and moved to my side of the bed. I followed her, ending up in the middle as Liz crawled on next to me.
"Jen, honey," Liz asked, "what about, um, precautions?"
"I'm on the pill for my periods, and Charles didn't want children, yet. Jack can cum in me. I want him to."
"Jack, baby, you hear that? My sister wants you to fill her with your semen. Think you can do that?" she asked in a saucy voice.
"You're kidding, right?" I croaked.
"Just making sure you're with us. You seemed a little distracted." she smiled.
"I'm fucking stoned," I groused.
Jen giggled, "For a big guy, you're kind of a lightweight when it comes to grass."
In a low, guttural voice, I countered, "You won't be laughing in a minute, little girl."
"Oooh, I'm scared," she playfully replied.
Liz remarked, "You oughta be. Get 'er, Papa Bear."
I was in the sitting position that I had assumed when I crawled on the bed, and was facing the headboard. I went to lean down, take Jen in my arms and kiss her. Before I barely moved, she reached up, grabbed me, and mashed herself against me in a hot, wanton kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and returned her crushing hold, her slim body practically disappearing in my grasp. As I kissed her, I felt Liz's hand on my neck, in my hair and traveling over my shoulders and back.
"You'll need to warm her up, honey. I don't care how turned on she is, I don't think she's ready for Big Jack without a little prep."
Jen immediately broke the kiss, released me, flopped back on the bed, and spread her legs in response to Liz's suggestion. I moved between her long legs and roughly grabbed her buttocks. I had my legs folded under me, and instead of stretching out prone, I flattened my body over my legs and hiked Jen's pelvis up towards me, tilting her body up, and burying my face in her sex. She immediately scissored her legs behind my head, mashing her furry muff against my mouth. I began aggressively working her vaginal slit and pucker, and she responded with like passion, wrapping her fingers in my hair, groaning, gasping, and twitching.
After only a minute, she croaked out, "Nngh, mm hmm, oh, I'm ready, Jack. I need your cock in me...Now, baby," she growled as she unwrapped her legs and splayed them on the bed. As I released her buttocks and let her get in position, I felt Liz move on the bed. She moved up and grabbed pillows, propping up Jen's head and upper body.
I scooted my knees around Jen's hips and aimed my engorged, rigid cock at her vagina with one hand, and placed the other on her pubic mound. She immediately moved that hand out of the way.
"I want to watch," she said, haughtily, "I want to watch your cock fill my pussy."
Over my shoulder, I heard, "Me too!" and felt Liz' put her hand on my neck.
I immediately pressed my fat head against her slit and rubbed up and down, keeping firm pressure, then centered it and pushed.
"Oh, oh, ungh, mm hmm, yes, come on..." she urged, and I shoved more forcefully, suddenly spearing her as my head slipped passed the restriction of her vaginal opening.
"OH SHIT! STOP!" she yelped, and her hand shot forward and hit my stomach, halting me.
"Sorry..." I started.
"No, no. Um, holy crap. Just give me a second," she laughed lightly, "it's been a while, and that was...damn, you're big...Okay, keep going, keep going."
She removed her hand, and I slowly pushed forward, expecting to bottom out at any second, and though, at the moment at least, she felt tighter than Liz, her vaginal tunnel was definitely deeper. Finally, I felt pressure on my cockhead and pushed a little harder, almost bringing our groins together, but Jen winced, so I stopped. Again, her hand momentarily pressed against my stomach. I stayed still and she began to relax as her vaginal tunnel began to accommodate my girth. I started to stroke out, but she quickly grasped my buttocks, digging her long fingernails into the flesh, and clenched me tight against her.
"Huh un, don't move," she groaned, "Oh my...oh, mmm...oh damn..."
She had her head forward, eyes glued to our coupling, murmuring and moaning, as her hips jinked, and her vagina spasmodically squeezed my cock.
"Oh, um, gosh, I think I'm...going, unghh, gonna cum...don't move!"
Her hips, stomach, and legs all lurched and spasmed in concert with the contractions in her vagina.
"Ahh-ahh-aghh...yes, yes...aghh...OH-OH-OH-YE-E-SSSS!" she exclaimed and shuddered uncontrollably for several seconds, then dropped her head, relaxed, and released her death grip on my ass. Sporadically, she would lightly convulse in post-orgasmic tremors.
She laughed, "That's a first! I've never cum like that from just...wow...unbelievable."
"First for me, too," I replied, and leaned down to kiss her.
She moved her arms up and wrapped them around my back, lifting up to meet me, pressing her body against mine. We kissed and as we did, I gently moved my hips, pulling back and moving forward, slightly. Jen moaned in my mouth but stayed latched onto me. I sat up and she sat up with me, and started rocking her hips, working her vagina back and forth against my shaft. She broke the kiss and placed her head on my shoulder and began rocking her hips faster and making longer strokes, taking over the coupling. But after only a couple minutes, she released my back and grabbed my neck, pulling me down to the bed with her.
"Take over, take over. Fuck me now!" she gasped, as she settled back, simultaneously bringing her long legs up and wrapping them around my back.
I grabbed her shoulders and started lightly thrusting with slow, long, but firm strokes.
