With our family grown, Kim and I started redefining 'us' as a couple. We tried several new hobbies and did some traveling. We were looking for the pattern our lives would take in this new definition. That was two years ago and it lasted six months. My younger brother was killed in a climbing accident leaving a grieving young widow and an adopted daughter; my family tradition requires that the next eligible male in the family marry the widow. There weren't any; my son was already married; so Kay, my sister-in-law, and her daughter, Terri moved in with us. They were devastated with their loss and for a year and half went through the motions of life.
Terri, my adopted niece, started working in my office about the end of this time. I have always enjoyed her company and found her an attractive and enjoyable workmate. Watching her at the counter talking to a client, her short skirt molding to a most pleasing rear I began thinking again of things I would like to do with that rear. I enjoy watching women and never planned on acting out my thoughts. My wife tolerates my hobby but doesn't appreciate me coming to her feeling amorous. Sex with Kim is good not great and by my measure very seldom. She just won't enjoy it.
Lunchtime creeps up slowly and finally Terri and I abandon the office to walk home for lunch. The first few blocks we walk quickly with no contact and talk of many things. The warm spring air and the young beauty beside me raise my spirits. We hold hands the last block. "Why aren't you dating these days?" I ask.
"You asking?" is her impish reply.
That seems to be a challenge. "Yes, Dinner and a movie, Friday! Kim and Kay are doing that charity thing." I race through the words afraid I won't have the courage to finish.
"I'll be dressed and waiting" is her response as we climb the steps to our door.
I am definitely in the mood as we get home. Entering to the warm smells of lunch, I step behind my wife, giving her a hug as I stroke her small firm breasts. Knowing how long it takes to warm her up I start at noon and maybe by bedtime I'll get some. She accepts the caress without comment and turns from my kiss to put the food on the table. "You have little enough time, don't spend it fooling around." is her invitation to eat. Silence reigns as we eat and in moments, it seems, Terri and I are returning to work.
We aren't out of the yard when Terri's question hits me, "Why does Aunt Kim dislike being touched so much?"
"I don't know and I wish she were different" is all I can say! We walk in silence. I feel Terri's hand take mine, squeeze it gently between both of hers and continue to hold it warmly in front of her as we make our way through the streets of our small town.
Evening comes and our routine continues; dinner, an evening of writing letters and reading interspersed by easy conversation with the three women in my life. Soon it is time for bed and I haven't come close to my wife let alone been affectionate. As we climb into bed I slide over to her side to cuddle and hold her but she is cold. "I'm not in the mood. If you want to keep Kay in the family why don't you ask her, maybe she's in the mood?" These words are spoken quietly, calmly and in a way that suggests she has thought this over before hand. In three seconds I know my response.
Rolling over slowly under the covers, aware of each movement, I slide my legs over the side and sit up; picking up my robe I leave for another shower. I need time to think. The water beats down on my shoulders and back as the steam fills the tiny compartment. I am envisioning Kay's slim dancer's build, full hips and lips that could do so much more than smile and I'm wondering at my wife's response in the morning.
When the water turns cold I step from the shower and towel off. Taking my robe I walk through the house slipping my arms through the sleeves and tying the belt as I make my way to the wing Kay and Terri occupy. I stop opposite Terri's door, it's ajar and I can see her preparing for bed. The teddy she wears is shear and way too small for her. The top doesn't reach her navel and has given up any effort at controlling her breasts. The panties fail in a valiant effort to cover her developing womanly hips and the thought crosses my mind that she would be more comfortable naked than trying to accommodate outdated morals. I love her olive complexion, high cheekbones and that fantastic rear. I will find the courage to talk to her about this, I promise myself and with regret I move on.
A few steps further I reach for a door handle, I don't knock or call out; I just enter as though I belong. Kay is startled; sitting at her dresser, her back straight, her left hand covering her mouth to stop a gasp, her right holding a brush half way down her long auburn tresses. Frozen for an instant, her hands, her long luscious hair, the gauze of a nightgown covering her reflection in the mirror and her eyes. I will remember that pose and those eyes for a long time.
Without a word I step across the room, taking the brush from her hand I continue with her hair. My eyes trace her reflection in the mirror; my mind consumes her beauty my hand deals with the brush. I am a patient man; willing to let this unfold, as it will. Only once do her hands rise to close her robe, she is aware of her reflection in the mirror. I frown and her hands stop. She sits allowing me to gaze at her and brush her hair.
When our eyes meet in the mirror and I sense her heart beating faster I place the brush quietly on the dresser and allow my hand to brush her right breast as I straighten. She gasps at the touch but holds contact with my eyes. Taking her shoulders I lift her from the chair and turn her to face me. Without a mirror between us I bend to her lips and sense her robe falling to the floor as her arms reach around my neck and her lips open to meet mine. We learn quickly and our kisses become more impassioned and soon my tongue is exploring her mouth and she is trying to reach mine. Her body is pressed against me with an urgency I feel in myself. I know I have the freedom to allow my hands to start their first exploration of her warm body. In that instant my life changed.
As my hands warm to the firm flesh under them I feel Kay's hands push the robe from my shoulders. I stand naked in the embrace of the vision of many of my fantasies. Her smile sends shivers through me as her hands stroke my back and she holds herself open to my exploration.
My hands are slow. I listen to her heartbeat and breathing and move to their rhythm. Her breasts are smooth and firm; I adore them, stroke them and kiss them. The nipples stand proud and I listen again to her heart. Slowing, I kiss her breasts again, sucking each nipple listening for her response. Somewhere in the haze of feeling we find the bed and I trace a path from breast to breast to navel. Then listening to whimpers and moans I explore Kay's legs starting at her feet. Caressing the soles and tickling between her toes I move upward along her claves to the backs of her knees kissing each in turn. Her thighs are my next targets; exploring and touching with my hands and my tongue I elicit more moans of pleasure and slowly travel on. The junction between her thighs is my real target. My lips find hers and carefully I separate them to find her bud standing tall awaiting me. Her sighs and moans as I reach her center fire my lust. Pacing myself, I explore her moist center and that sensitive nub at the top of her sex.
"Take me, please! I want you in me." Kay is getting frantic with the feelings and I'm doing everything I can to last long enough to bring her to the finish I want. Her hands grasp my hair to pull me up and I grasp her wrists and holding her hands to the side I continue with my mouth, I can feel her climb the last steps and fall into a climax. Gently I attend to her while she comes down and then I enter her for the first time.
Our lovemaking takes hours and each moment is heaven. Long into the darkness we succumb to sleep.
In the early light of morning my eyes open and I recall the nights events. Kay is sleeping soundly so I quietly lift her arm from my chest and slip again from another bed. Is this to be my lot in life? I know Kim likes to cuddle in the morning and this morning I want to be there. With the first warmth of morning I crawl under the covers and warm my hands before embracing my wife in her sleep. With a murmur of contentment Kim snuggles closer and I cup her familiar breasts. We dose and cuddle, my arm going to sleep. I can feel a stir in my crotch that belies the entertainment in another part of the house and Kim awakes slowly turning into my embrace. Her smile is welcome and by her motions she is well aware of the erection between my legs. I can't help but compare the two women and respond to this one as I have the other. This is building into quite a day. With the practice of years we join and dance the slow dance of love. With ease we can touch the right spots and tickle the right places and in only a little while climb the long stair to the peak of our release. I hold Kim close as we both return to earth after our morning encounter and slowly we both raise our eyes to look at each other. The joy and welcome I see in my partner is the greatest gift I could have asked for.
