Thank you again for the positive feedback to No Sacrifice. As much as I adored the characters in "Lucky," writing about Ted, John and Heather has been a whole lot of fun.
Reading the previous two parts is pretty much essential at this point. But for the truly intrepid, I'll sum up the plot for you. John is married to Heather. They have been trying to have a baby for over a year with no luck. John learns he is sterile and becomes fearful he will lose the wife he adores. Fortunately, he has an identical twin, Ted. After talking it over, Ted agrees to switch places and get John's wife pregnant.
Ted and Heather spend a fabulous week together in which he winds up exploring some fairly kinky things with his twin's wife. He's also finding himself falling for her, to his distress. While he's torn, he does the honorable thing and gives her back to John. His brother insists that Ted tell him everything, but there might have been one or two things he forgot to mention.
John has just returned home to his wife.
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Heather smiled, then pulled her husband down for a longer kiss. Her tongue tangled with his and she moaned a little at his taste. Then she pulled back and returned to her sauce. She said to him over your shoulder, "Dinner should be ready in about 20 minutes. Why don't you shower and change?"
John nodded. "I could use one. I know I shouldn't complain, because it's not tax time, but work has been hectic lately." He set his briefcase down on the kitchen island, then jogged upstairs. He entered his bedroom for the first time in over a week. Thankfully, the bed was made. He would have hated to find mussed up, cum stained sheets. It was simply his room, the one he shared with his wife. If he didn't know better, he would swear it was just another day.
"And that's exactly what it is, buddy!" he reminded himself firmly. He stripped, hung up his suit in his closet, threw the rest of his clothing in the hamper and stepped into the shower. He immediately groaned. John had this insane love of showers. He did all his best thinking in the shower. John also found it helpful to jack off in there after work. It mellowed him out and enabled him to relax. However, he knew for a fact he was going to have to perform this evening, so he decided to forego his ritual. He washed off quickly, rinsed and turned off the hot water. The only thing on his mind was taking his wife to bed and reclaiming her as his own.
He returned to the kitchen. Heather didn't seem remotely surprised to see him back so quickly. She beamed, then handed him the wine to open. The pasta and sauce were ready and they had a great meal. He told her about a couple of things from the office. She updated him on a patient she had talked about the previous day and he nodded a lot until he got the gist of what she was talking about.
Once dinner was over, they cleaned up together. She just automatically started handing him their dirty plates. John took them smoothly and loaded up the dishwasher while Heather put the leftovers away. He decided to take control of the situation, keep her slightly off balance. He went to the living room, found one of his favorite CDs and slid it in, then lit a few candles. Then he went back to the kitchen and took his beautiful wife by the hand. He walked her into the living room and held her close as they swayed back and forth to the music.
She hummed in his ear. They were both relaxed and a little buzzed from the wine. John ran his hands down his wife's back and slid them up under her shirt. His hands had ached to touch her warm skin for days and he closed his eyes at the feeling of her now.
Two more songs played, then John scooped his wife up into his arms, kissing her deeply. He carried her easily up the steps as if she were his bride all over again, across the threshold into their bed. He laid her down, then peeled off his shirt. John joined her on the bed. He crawled up her body, found her lips and fused their mouths together.
They undressed each other, impatient and eager. She gasped when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He loved his wife's breasts. They were the perfect size, not too big, not too small. Her 34C breasts filled his hands just the right away. Her pale pink nipples aroused him every time he saw them. He loved it when they grew erect in his mouth. John teased them, suckled her, moaned and showed her with every caress how much they meant to him.
Heather was loving the attention. Her nude body writhed under his, her toes traveling up and down his calves. Finally, she needed more. "Taste me, Daddy."
John's mouth stopped in mid-suck. He pulled away from her breast. He thanked god they had kept the lights off, because he never would have been able to hide the look of utter astonishment on his face. "DADDY," he thought incredulously. He mentally shrugged, then kissed his way down her body. He had bigger problems.
During his formative years in college, John had scored with this one girl. She had been so attractive and he had pined for her endlessly. He finally took her out and got her into bed. Things were going well until he tried oral sex for the first time. She had an excessive amount of pubic hair. Just finding her sex had been a challenge. The smell had been off-putting. He still gave it his best shot, but she turned out to be a squirter. A full blast of her extremely unpleasant taste, way too close to pee for his comfort, had turned him off so badly that he wound up throwing up.
On her.
During oral sex.
Needless to say, that was a very brief relationship. He never got another chance with her, and frankly he didn't really want one. From that day on, even the thought of tasting a woman's sex made his stomach churn.
Now, he was kissing his way down his wife's body. It had never seemed to bother her that he wasn't into oral sex. He never expected her to perform it, so he wasn't exactly selfish about it. They knew how to please each other, that had always been the important thing.
However, thanks to his stupid ass and bright ideas, his wife was expecting him to go down like a champ. And fuck it, he was going to do it if it killed him.
John parted his wife's thighs. Her cute little landing strip pointed the way as he kissed it, until he was a hair's breath away from her pussy. He couldn't remember if he had ever been that close to it before. From the light in the hall, he could make out the shape of it. He inhaled gently and to his surprise, he found her scent to be not unpleasant. She was musky, tangy and smelled of ... sex. And it was rather arousing, knowing she was wet and he had made her that way.
He parted her lips with his fingers and thanked god for the extensive amount of porn he had watched in his lifetime. He may not have a lot of experience with this. Okay, if he was being honest, other than throwing up on a woman's crotch, he had no experience with this! But he had read somewhere that if a woman started moaning, to keep doing what he was doing until she came. Seemed simple enough.
His breath danced along her slit. Heather groaned, loving the tease. When his tongue stroked her lightly, she sighed, her back arching off the bed. He licked her like that, slowly, each stroke deliberate, slow and enticing. His fingers found her hole and he entered her confidently. Finger fucking her was not new. Her increased vocalizations sent his confidence soaring. He lapped at her slit, then found her aroused clit. He flicked it, listening to her moans, figuring out on the fly what she liked.
His beautiful wife moaned, her hands digging into his hair. She exhaled his name and then he felt her thighs squeezing his head as she began to spasm under his tongue. He pulled away slightly, keeping just enough pressure on her to keep the feeling going, but not enough to make her too sensitive. She cried out for the longest time and he looked up her body, awed by the way the dim light played over her intense face.
Why had he waited this long to try this? Having tasted her once, he would never get enough of her. He played there for some time, taking his wife to the brink repeatedly. Was this how Ted had felt? John knew he should be pissed that Ted had experienced this first, but he found himself grateful instead. Ted had given him this gift and that's all that mattered.
He rolled over and put his wife on top. She rode his dick and the wetness of her cunt after all that oral play was something to behold. John's eyes rolled back into his head as her soaked sex squeezed him, riding him languorously. He hadn't cum in over a week, he didn't even have it in him to jerk off. He was packing a full load of ... well, stuff. And he needed to unload it.
John reached down and fingered her clit, still so erect from the oral play. Heather's head fell back again and she let out the most amazing wail. She ground down on him hard, her cunt spasming on his dick and that was all it took. John erupted into his wife, shouting her name. He filled her with his cum and more importantly, he felt like he had reclaimed his woman at last.
Heather fell forward, breathing heavy and she basked in their afterglow. She kissed his shoulder lazily, her tongue flicking his mole. They both gasped for breath, then kissed each other deeply. Heather pulled herself off him, then laid down on the bed beside John, taking his hand in hers.
"I love being in you, Heather. You are the saving of me, you know that? What would my life be like without you in it?" He squeezed her fingers tightly, for a second.
Heather snuggled close to him, holding his cum inside her body. "You'll never have to find out, John darling. We're the luckiest people alive and I will never take you for granted."
John wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her, loving her. He kissed her head and they fell asleep, content.
