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.
