The Best of Two Marriages

It was Sunday evening, and Lynn was at the stove, removing heat from the boiling potatoes and green beans. Darryl's flight had landed, and he was expected soon. She found herself singing away while she readied their meal until she heard the front door open. Lynn left the pot of drained potatoes in the sink so she could greet her husband.

"Hi, baby," said Lynn in a confident stride, with arms outstretched. Darryl was a bit surprised at Lynn's welcome, as he knew that his away time is normally time for Lynn to stew about not having sex.

"Hi, Hun. How was your weekend?" Darryl asked in an upbeat tone, hoping to keep things positive.

"It was great. Jen and I did a few things together." She bit her lip so as not to betray her fond recollection of a sexually charged weekend.

"Oh... good." Darryl was just happy that he wasn't coming home to yet another fight about sex, or lack thereof.

Lynn put his carry-on down and led him toward the kitchen. "I've got dinner ready. Just mashing the potatoes." As they entered the kitchen, the table was set, and Lynn carried on with meal prep. "Just sit. So how was your conference?"

Darryl sat down at the table and replied in an excited tone, "Great, actually. We've picked some new clients, and now I'm thinking I may have to make Murray Wallace a partner. Business is getting crazy!" He held his breath, waiting for the happy dam to burst and for Lynn to remind him of his neglect at home.

Lynn set the dishes down, handing him a plate of steaming roast beef. "I'm really glad to hear that, Darryl," said Lynn, with a gentle pat on his shoulder. Lynn busied herself with filling her own plate, while Darryl wondered at his wife's gleeful manner. As he stared at Lynn for non-verbal clues, his stomach grew tense. Was Lynn this happy because she took his advice and found a lover? He already had concerns anout her faithfulness while he was away but he was far to busy to have been worried.

Dinner was filled with small talk, an oddity in their recent relationship. But nothing gave Darryl any negative vibes from Lynn. After supper, Lynn poured two teas and asked if Darryl would like to sit outside on the patio. Again, this was something they never found time for since Darryl began the law firm, and he had to fear that once he sat on the patio, this unusual welcome might fall apart.

"So, what did you get up to while I was away?" asked Darryl innocently, making sure not to sound too curious.

"Well, Jen invited me over for a girls' night in their hot tub. Adam had a poker game, so we had the evening to ourselves. We got really drunk." Darryl caught Lynn's smile as she recalled the event. "We did some shopping, and Adam served barbecue for dinner on Saturday."

Everything sounded pretty mundane, much to Darryl's relief. As Lynn took his empty cup from him, Darryl said, "I think I'll take a walk up to Adam's and catch up a bit. Is that okay, Lynn?"

"Sure. Do what you like," Lynn offered. She disappeared into the house, and Darryl walked down the driveway and over to Jen and Adam's, and Adam happened to be putting the lawnmower back into the garage.

"How's it going?"

Adam turned with a surprised smile at Darryl's presence. "Great! How was your trip?" He hit the button for the garage door to close, and he met Darryl halfway up the driveway. Adam felt a bit of heat in his face, and a pit in his stomach, in fear that he might give away signs of his involvement with Lynn.

"Oh, you know, boring stuff. I'm just working hard to put food on the table."

"Yeah, I get it. Nobody likes those long flights and days of convention speeches."

Darryl was a bit surprised at Adam's statement, because Darryl looks forward to those conferences so he can make his business thrive. But he let the comment slide. Adam is too laid back to understand Darryl's drive to succeed, he thought. "Hey," Darryl asked, "can we take a walk?"

"Sure. Up toward the park?"

"Yeah, great." Darryl relaxed at the thought of being able to talk without being interrupted. He turned in that direction, and the two men walked quietly before Adam broke the silence.

"You okay?" Adam's look of concern was met with no eye contact. Something was heavy on Darryl's mind.

"Yeah, I guess." Darryl was measuring how much information to give Adam. Like, how many guys would tell their wives to go out and have sex with another man? Adam might think Darryl was crazy if he admitted to having said that. "It's just that, uh, Lynn and I had a bit of a blow up last week, and I, uh, wondered how she has been while I was away."

"Oh, Lynn seems fine. She and Jen had a girls night on Friday. I played cards at Kevin's, and they both had way too much to drink. So, Lynn seemed fine to me anyway." Adam was pleased that he could answer Darryl in such a way as to leave out the things that Darryl did not want to hear about, through Darryl's 'don't ask, don't tell' plan.

"Thanks, Adam. I feel better."

Adam decided to add a layer of deflection. "Darryl," he offered solemnly, "you aren't, uh, you know... involved with anyone, are you?"

"No. No way. Not at all, Adam." He chuckled at the thought. "I don't have time for that."

"That's good. If you want, I can talk to Jen and have her get a feel for Lynn, if that makes you feel better." It wasn't a planned double entendre; it just came out that way.

"Thanks, buddy. I'm glad you have my back." The two men walked back from the park and separated at Adam's house.

When Adam came into our living room, I was watching a game show. "Where did you get to?" I inquired. "I heard the lawnmower stop a while ago."

"Adam replied, "Darryl stopped by."

I muted the TV and asked, "Is everything okay?"

Adam told me about Darryl's concerns.

"What did you tell him?"

"I said that you and Lynn had a girls' night and went shopping." I told Adam that I would talk to Lynn in the morning to make sure things were alright with them.

When Darryl got home, Lynn was reading a romantic novel. He then thought to himself that maybe she has been getting herself off with the sultry sex scenes in her novels, and he probably has nothing to worry about. It was not like Jen and Lynn went clubbing or anything, and Jen has always been the older sister who would look after Lynn.

Darryl went to his study and pored over some of the cases and clients on his list. Before he knew it, Darryl checked his watch and saw that it was after eleven o'clock. Shit, he thought. Lynn was probably already asleep, and he missed his opportunity to give her the dick she complains about not getting.

He saw that the lights were off downstairs, but as he made his way upstairs, he noticed the beam of light from Lynn's nightstand lamp penetrating into the hallway. Lynn lay under the covers but was still awake, reading. She is rarely up this late, he thought. Darryl peeled off his clothes and set his watch on his nightstand.

When Darryl slipped beneath the covers, he knew that the next few moments would confirm or deny his need to worry. Lynn never turns down sex. He slipped beside his wife and said in a soft voice, "Did you miss me?" This common approach would normally get Lynn started, but if she rebuked him, Darryl would know that Lynn is still pissed off about their lack of sex.

Lynn turned, set her book down, and rolled toward her husband, face to face. A good sign indeed, thought Darryl. "Did you miss me, Darryl?" She made sure not to answer his question as Lynn definitely hadn't, and did not want to outright lie. Lynn ran her hand up and down Darryl's rib cage--another promising sign.

"Of course," he offered, reassuredly.

His hand went right to Lynn's pussy without thought, as it always does. Even though Lynn's nipples are a guaranteed way to get her motor running, habit called for a few thumbs of Lynn's clit, and then a good missionary mount for Darryl to get his rocks off.

But when his hand touched Lynn's smooth vaginal lips, he moved it about to find that Lynn's dark curls had been completely dipilated. "You shaved?".

As a matter of fact, Lynn answered, "Yeah. Something new." Lynn had waited long past her bedtime in the hope that Darryl would find her like this.

He kissed her cheek. "For me?" For an instant, he had envisioned that Lynn might be trying to spice things up to get Darryl more interested. Inmediately, Lynn dashed that thought.

"Of course, I did it for you. If it were for someone else, I wouldn't tell you, and you wouldn't ask. Right?" Fuck, Darryl hates when Lynn uses his own words against him. He figured that if Lynn were to roll over now, it was a sure sign that she was either still pissed at him or was already fucking someone else.

"It feels awesome," he whispered. His fingers then continued fingering Lynn, and he found that she was as wet as ever. "I think you missed my dick too! You're really wet!" His barely five-inch cock was as taut as a flagpole. He could not know that Lynn was aroused because she knew that Darryl's horny dick was about to slide into a pussy that had been thoroughly fucked by his own well-endowed brother-in-law.

With the customary few diddles to 'get Lynn ready', Darryl used a knee to part Lynn's legs and push Lynn onto her back so he could enter her. She let him do his thing and lay still while he fumbled to find the entrance to her pussy. Lynn reached between her legs and lined up Darryl's dick with her fuck hole. "Fuck! You are sooo wet, sweetie," he announced.

Instantly, Darryl began flexing his hips, driving his cock as far as he could go. It had been a long time for him too, as he hadn't even found time to masturbate while he was away. The first few thrusts proved that Lynn's slick, juicy pussy was going to have him shooting his wad any second.

Darryl was so wound up that he didn't even recognize that Lynn was basically a starfish in bed. She did not pull Darryl in or caress his shoulders or hips, as she had Adam not so long ago. As long as her husband continued the lovemaking skills of a teenager, Lynn was fine with letting him get his rocks off. She would have her turn later.

Only a few more seconds went by before Darryl began short gasps of breath, a sure sign of imminent release. Lynn muttered some encouraging moans to lead Darryl to climax and to get this part over with. Her noises took her husband to the edge, and Darryl let out a long, deep groan as his ejaculate shot inside Lynn. She lay there feeling like a blow-up doll, used and ready to be discarded. A few shortened strokes, and Darryl's cock fell from between Lynn's pussy lips.

Lynn soothed Darryl's head as it fell upon her chest. She wanted to scream out that Darryl hadn't even touched her tiny titties during their encounter; he gave no loving touches or sultry kisses, as Adam had. Instead, she awaited Darryl's usual rolling over so he could fall into his normal post-coital slumber.

As Darryl began his roll, Lynn said, "What about me?"

"Fuck! Sorry." His hand made its way toward her shaven vulva until Lynn took hold of it. There was no way that she was going to let Darryl offer a half-hearted diddle just so Lynn could cum.

"That isn't going to work tonight. I need oral."

It sounded like a command, and Darryl didn't want a scene now that he had gotten what he wanted. "But, I just..." His face scrunched up, thinking about the goo that would be spilling out of Lynn's pussy.

"C'mon, Darryl. I made it nice and smooth for you. No hair to get in the way. You can be careful around, you know, your cum."

Lynn hid any sign of how much she was enjoying what she was putting Darryl through. Despite her good fortune with Jen and Adam, Lynn was still feeling resentment at Darrryl's callousness.

Darryl caught a glimpse of his jizz drooling from Lynn's pussy. He wondered how he got into this situation. When Lynn parted her legs wider for Darryl, her vulva and pussy lips did look really soft and smooth--except for his goo.

As he got closer, Darryl watched as Lynn began to tease her puffy, dark nipples between thumbs and fingers--a sure sign to him that Lynn would easily climax with not very much stimulation on her clit. His thumbs pulled the flaps covering her engorged nubbin, and he wrapped his lips around the bulbous globe.

Lynn quickly began to moan, and in her mind she was replaying the night before, when she lay beneath her sister to gobble up Adam's plentiful load of sweet cum. She recalled how warm and viscous Adam's jizz tasted and how sexy it was when she went down on her sister as well.

Lynn's hips rocked back and forth, rutting into Darryl's suckling lips on her clitty. Her hands wrapped around his skull, and Lynn wanted badly to force her husband lower, where he would taste his own spent jizm. She imagined coming home filled with a wad of her brother-in-law's cum and having Darryl unknowingly rid her of Adam's spent seed. That was all Lynn needed, aside from both clitoral and nipple stimulation, for her to call out, "Ohhhh fuuuucccckkk." Her body shuddered with each contraction of her pulsing clit as Darryl's tongue flicked across it.

Darryl was pleased with himself for getting the job done so quickly. As he moved from between Lynn's legs, he offered smugly, "That was quick. You came faster than I did!" Lynn was still in a climactic ebb and let his comment go without response. Darryl left for the bathroom to rinse his mouth, feeling no need for the post-coital cuddling that women typically desire. As Lynn finally got herself out of bed to clean up, Darryl was just returning. "G'night, Lynn," he said, giving her a peck on the cheek. He climbed into bed and rolled onto his side, gleeful that his return home went so well.

I called Lynn from work the next day and relayed the conversation between Adam and Darryl. I asked her how their first night back together went. "I wish he had stayed away for another week," was her reply, so it was obvious that Lynn was still harboring a lot of resentment.

"Do you want to come by after dinner? I've stocked up on wine!"

"That would be great, Jen. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you there for me." I could sense Lynn trying to hold herself together.

"No problem, Lynn. That is what sisters do. I will see you tonight."

After supper, Adam and I were on the patio enjoying a tea, and at around seven o'clock, Lynn peeked her head over the gate. "C'mon in," said Adam, rising to open the heavy, wooden gate.

Lynn beamed as she greeted Adam, and I smiled at how childlike she looks next to my 6'4" hubby. They had a quick hug, and as Lynn walked to where I was sitting, Adam smiled a bit, admiring Lynn's bottom through the stretchy fabric of her light blue Lulu Lemons. Lynn's puffy nipples made small mounds in her otherwise flat chest.

Adam pulled out a chair for Lynn and then picked up his cup. "I will get the wine," he said, and he headed inside. Lynn checked out Adam's backside as he left but caught herself.

"What a great guy! You two deserve each other, Jen." Lynn didn't say it with a sense of self-pity. It came across as just a nice compliment.

"He is a good man," I answered. "You look great, Lynn!"

"Thanks," replied Lynn, glancing down at her outfit. "I was hoping to get some sort of reaction from Darryl, but I just wasted my time. I got some nice comments from a few guys at work, though." I had no doubt that, with her tights pulled snugly between her smooth labia, heads were turning everywhere.

"That's a good thing! Did you get any phone numbers? I asked jokingly.

Lynn shook her head, chuckling. "No, but the one guy, Rod, is rumored to be in an open relationship." Her eyebrows raised, and Lynn winked.

"Awesome! Is he packing a rod?" We both laughed out loud, just as the sliding door opened. Adam approached and delivered two glasses of wine.

Lynn said, "Thanks, Adam. Where's yours?"

Adam replied, "I'm good. I'll leave you two to talk." When Lynn's eyes wandered to Adam's crotch, I felt warmth all through my vulva. What is it about knowing that your younger sister is visually fucking your man?

Lynn expressed her disappointment mildly and glanced one last time as Adam walked away. I smiled, gave a wave, and said, "Thanks, hun!" which was received with a slight wave back. It was at that point that I was actually happy that Darryl was being such a dick. Adam and I fucked like high schoolers last night, definitely due to the weekend adventures with my sister. Both of us were having too much fun to have Lynn want to end it so soon.

"I've got an idea," I offered. "If you are interested."

Lynn's eyes grew wide, and she moved in close as if to listen to a secret.

"Darryl knows that Adam plays basketball on Wednesdays, right?"

"Yeahhhhh?" Lynn wondered where this was leading.

I met her near the center of the patio table and whispered, "Well, what if you were to come over to visit me on Wednesday night?"

Lynn looked mildly perplexed at my so-called secret. Before I could elaborate, Lynn thought I was referring to just her and me.

"Annnddd," I teased. "What if Adam didn't go play basketball?" It was my turn to raise my eyebrows and wink. My pussy was leaking into my underwear as Lynn's face lit right up. I loved seeing her with Adam; I get off on our own pussy play, and basketball night was the perfect cover for the three of us.

"That is genius! Do you think Adam will go for it?"

The sarcastic look I gave my sister answered her question, and then I added, "Are you kidding? Sex for Adam and I has been on fire since the first time you two and he got together."

"That sounds awesome then," added Lynn with a mischievous smile. "I will let Darryl know that you and I are having wine on Wednesday while Adam is out playing ball." I'm sure that Lynn was feeling as aroused by the idea as I was at the time. With a plan set, I walked Lynn to the street and came inside to make sure hubby was happy with our plan. "Hey, babe, I need you to miss your game on Wednesday."

Adam had an instant look of disappointment on his face. "Why? What's up?"

"I guess I should say that Lynn and I want you to miss basketball on Wednesday."

Adam looked quizzically at first, then was relieved and a bit excited. "Ohhh. Okay. Is Darryl out of town again?"

"Lynn says she can't wait that long." Adam felt a surge of adrenaline; it was one thing to have sex together when Lynn's husband was away. Now, he was exhilarated at the thought of what it would be like to know that Darryl could show up unannounced and find Adam fucking Lynn while she was munching on the pussy of her older sister. Adam did not want to be the one who broke up his sister-in-law's marriage, but the sheer nerve of their having a full-blown threesome with Lynn while her husband was just down the street was melting Adam's brain.

I approached and gently cupped Adam's junk, and I found that he was already becoming erect. I got on my knees and began to unbuckle Adam when he stopped me. "I bet you are wet enough to fuck, Jen!"

Adam was right. Blowjobs have been my go-to for so long, I wasn't thinking straight. I got up on one knee and said, "Fuck, yeah!" Adam helped me up and followed me up the stairs, sweetly grabbing my ass cheeks as we made our way to the bedroom. I was sopping wet by the time Adam helped me out of my clothes. He peeled off my undies and pressed the warm garment to his face.

"God, I love your taste!" He took a lick along the length of the crotch panel and then tossed my panties aside. I was tugging his pants and underwear down and grinned as his more than six-inch pike stood straight up.

"I want to ride you!" I said. Adam bounced onto the bed, and on his back, his flagpole stood straight up and was leaking precum. I clamored over his hips and squatted just above Adam's rigid cock, reaching down to guide the helmet-shaped tip into my fully engorged sheath.