Thank You to Literotica and its audience for indulging me in expressing this fantasy erotica. This is the second chapter in the continuation of the Babydoll series. I have been asked by many to continue with these characters and I decided to do so in a new series, instead of continuing on with the old series.
For any new viewers, you can start here and then read the original story Babydoll later as a prequel.
Any likenesses or similarities of character are purely coincidental.
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I awoke naturally to a bit of a startle. I wasn't in my room, as I peered towards a window. Where was I? It took me a second to grasp a conscious thought. As I rolled to my back and felt the presence, I remembered I was in the guest room. Ashley was curled up to my left. 'Wow,' I thought in silence, 'It wasn't a dream.'
But it also hit me thinking about what my wife was really going to say about all of this. Clearly, the sun had barely broken the horizon. It wasn't much past sunrise. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 7:45am. I normally got up before this and I wasn't comfortable with wrapping my arms back around Ash and having cuddle time. I wasn't going to be able to sleep.
Stealthfully, I stepped over to where my clothes were and retrieved them. I decided that I was going to go downstairs and get my morning coffee. I quietly donned my clothes from the past evening. There was still a hint of the aroma of sex in the air that awoke me further as I looked towards Ashley who hadn't made a move. I turned and left the room as quietly as possible.
As I traveled the upstairs hallway, I passed the master bedroom. Gently, I opened the door and peered in. The blinds were completely closed and it was very dark inside with only the light from the behind me slightly illuminating the room. My wife still appeared to be sound asleep. Apparently, she really did need the rest.
My mind bounced around. Would all of this give me plausible deniability? Would we have a 'Don't ask don't tell' scenario at hand? Could I deny sleeping with Ashley? My mind was going a million miles an hour with the implications of the preceding night.
Once downstairs, I was pleasantly satisfied to see that the morning coffee was already awaiting me. We had one of those coffee machines with a timer. I fixed a cup the way I like it and then walked outside to retrieve the morning paper. It was a chilly sub-freezing morning on the first day of the New Year. I headed back inside and decided I would fix some bacon and eggs. Looking in the fridge, I decided to do it all the easy way and started up 6 eggs to boil and placed a slab on bacon on a pan with parchment paper in the oven.
I knew that the girls would eventually make their way downstairs and they might want something to eat. This food would be waiting for them. My mind was anxious for those moments. With breakfast cooking, I headed downstairs to the den, to the fireplace, and went about building a fire. It was something that I usually did on New Year's Day. We had everything needed to build a fire in place. During Christmas season, I kept a small stack of wood on the rack on the hearth and there were always starter logs, paper, and kindling to get a fire started.
Carefully, I placed a starter log on top of a pile of kindling and crumpled balls of newspaper. Then once it was started, I placed a big log on top. My family would always kid me calling me the fire starter. It had been my job since I was a teen to do this.
I hearkened back to a time in the past when the electricity had gone out. Ashley and I were home alone. Our passion had overcome us and we made love right here at this spot. The fire was just starting to blaze when I was startled by a presence. I turned to see Jill enter the room.
She was wrapped in a quilt as if it were a shawl. She sat down and bundled herself up on the sofa. asking in a matter of fact manner, "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
How could I answer that question? I stood there with a blank expression.
She gave me a twisted half-grin with her neck contorted, "Did You?"
In that moment, I knew I wasn't going to be able to lie. I was going to have to tell the truth if I said anything. "How can I give you an answer to that question?" I expressly wondered aloud. I didn't want to say anything that would hurt her.
"With honesty," she blurted out.
I remained expressionless in my shock at the surreal one-sided conversation.
Jill continued, "When I went with her to San Diego we got very close. We talked a lot. We had some wine and let our hair down. I asked questions and she trusted me enough to give me the answers that I needed."
I remained perplexed about the manner of the situation.
She continued, "I don't know that I really liked those answers, but I accepted them because I knew they were from the heart. Your sister is an irresistibly lovely woman."
I stared at her intently, "... and so are you."
A smile welled up from her core, "Thank You, Jim. You've never really ever said that before."
"Yeah I have and you are." I insisted.
"I know I love you more than you love me, but I know you do love me. You've always gotten to have your cake and eat it too. I thought we were past all of this a long time ago, but I have chosen to face the reality of the situation."
"I think about how sorry I am that I brought you into my mess of a life,"
"We spent nearly half our lives together and I've never regretted that." she involuntarily nodded affirmatively.
"Are you going to leave me?" I questioned as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Are you going to leave me?" she returned with a frown.
"Hell no, I don't want to leave you. I honestly love you," my response couldn't be construed as anything other than sincere as I went to the sofa and sat next to her. She was special and she held my heart in a way that no other woman could. I reached out and pulled her to me and hugged her tight. "I always want to take care of you."
"What about Ashley?" she whimpered.
"I can't help it. I can't help myself, but that doesn't mean that I don't love you."
"So you expect to continue having your cake and eating it too?" she meekly questioned.
I pulled back leaning back into the back of the sofa, "I dunno, I dunno. I don't know Jill... It's not like that. I really don't know. If this was your test, then you had to know I'd fail it."
She surprisingly leaned forward into me and caressed and kissed my jaw, "I do love you Jim. I don't know what I'd do if you left me," she professed with true sincerity. She wanted a kiss and I returned it.
"You set this up. She told me. You gave permission," I stepped out on the plank knowing I might get rebuked.
Instead, she hugged me tighter, "I did Jim. You were going to do it anyway, so I gave it my blessing because I love you... And I love Ashley... And I love this family... I need you... Don't leave me." I could hear the desperation in her voice.
"I never planned to. I've always wanted you. I know I've been terrible... greedy," There it was out in the open. I let it all out as we both spilled our guts to one another. The confessions only made us feel more for one another.
After the revelation, we sat in silence and sipped our coffee. It was a time for reflection and meditation. There was no noise. You could say the silence was deafening. Jill curled up on the sofa, while I sat on the floor finishing the newspaper. I wasn't getting much out of the paper. I was more just looking through it than reading it.
I heard padding footsteps coming towards us as Ashley entered the scene in her flannel pajamas. I looked towards Jill to read her facial expression and didn't notice any hostility. I couldn't exactly get a read on the situation as my wife sat up, "Good morning Jill. There is coffee in the kitchen. Let's go get some."
Ash gave me a look, but at that moment, her posture didn't give signs of euphoria or depression. She and Jill left the room and headed out to the kitchen where I heard their murmuring voices, but couldn't make out the words. The one thing that I took note of was that there wasn't any perceptible hostility associated with their interaction.
The girls hung out in the kitchen as I continued to pretend I was reading the paper, which was a joke because my mind was all over the place, not with the words on this printed newspaper. I heard the microwave and assumed that they were eating some food and eventually I heard the movement of chairs at the dinette table, then I heard some giggling. As you can tell, I was curious about what was going on and nervous about being left out.
I decided to go upstairs and take a shower. Like I told you previously, as a married couple leading very busy lives, our sex life had become infrequent and mundane. Of course, all of this was going to inevitably happen. God, the thoughts of all of this made me feel guilty. It made me feel like I was using just using these girls, but I did love them so. I didn't know what I'd do without them.
In the Deja vu scenario playing out before me, I thought of all the similar situations that had happened in this house. This house was like a living being with the stories that could be told. There were reminders everywhere. As I took my shower, my mind bounced between these female subjects like a yo-yo... Ashley... Jill... even Mama. The steamy water flowed over my head and settled my reality.
Ten minutes later, I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the bathroom door and I headed back to the chest of drawers and put on my lounge pants and t-shirt. I headed back downstairs to deal with my funky situation. standing at the upstairs.