My daughter Julie was eight when my wife was killed. For two years we struggled on together until I transferred to a smaller city down south.
Things were easier for my Julie without the daily reminders of her mother. She no longer felt she had to take care of me. That's no life for a child. There were new people to meet, a warmer climate, a slower paced life.
The woman next door was exactly my age, and had a son Julie's age. Vicki was a widow whose husband was killed before Dustin was born. She never wanted to talk about him, so I knew little about what happened.
Julie and Dustin became best friends the day they met. They remained so through their high school years.
Vicki and I also became friends. Unlike me she never dated. She had light blond hair she wore in a dutch boy sort of cut, and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. She had a reasonably good body, with medium breasts, and wide hips.
She was sensitive about her hips, but I thought they were one of her most attractive features. She worked as an emergency room nurse at the local hospital, was active with a small church, and was a good mother.
As the years went by I began to notice something. Whenever Vicki saw me with one of my dates, she was always polite, but cool. Whenever I broke up with one of those women, and Vicki learned of it through my daughter, she was always there to cheer me up.
One day when our kids were in middle school, I went through a particularly bad break up. Vicki invited me over on a weekday, and cheered me up right to her bedroom.
That first time, when I was on top of her and had just entered her soft body, she stiffened and got very serious.
"Promise me," she whispered,"nobody will ever find out about this. Promise it will always be oursecret."
I would have said anything at that moment, but I promised. She then proceeded to fuck my brains out. At first I thought it was because she'd gone without sex for so long, but she fucked like that all the time.
Vicki was a true wild child in bed. She liked every position, different ways of giving pleasure, and loud or quiet sex depending on her mood. She liked to kiss, and suck, and stroke, and be stroked. She liked to be held.
There were only two things she wouldn't do. No matter what the circumstances, she would never fall asleep with me. No matter how passionate the sex, she would never use the word love. She might look up at me exhausted and smile. Then she would say: "You're my very best friend."
Most men would have been satisfied with that, but I hated the secret life. It was much too much work. From the very start not even our children suspected. I wanted to get married again, to make a real life for my Julie, but Vicki would never hear of it.
She called me her best friend, but wouldn't take our relationship to the next level. Nor would she explain why it had to be kept secret.
She taught abstinence to her Sunday School Class, and urged Dustin to marry before having sex, but why wouldn't she marry me? I finally broke it off. Vicki just shrugged and stopped calling.
Unfortunately she lived next door. Worse still, the two of us had some sort of strange chemistry. I don't mean mentally, but physically.
Vicki was the only woman I could screw three or four times in a row. We would no sooner be finished when our bodies screamed for more. It was like a constant hunger. We couldn't get enough of one another. We learned early on not to get dressed too quickly.
Vicki was in all ways opposite my dead wife. Julie's mom had been a tall, raven haired beauty. Men and women both stared when she walked by.
Vicki was much shorter and could get lost in a crowd. Most people would say she was cute.
Julie's mom had an IQ of 154. She finished first in business school.
Vicki struggled to become a registered nurse. She failed the state boards twice, but had plenty of common sense.
Julie's mom came from a wealthy family. She was distant, but the people close to her always knew that she loved them.
Vicki had grown up poor. She could be warm and affectionate, but had never told her own son that she loved him.
Vicki was always good to my Julie. Even when I was dating other women. Even after our secret break up.
Julie would go over for Sunday barbeque and Vicki would send me a plate of food. What chance did I have? She was the only woman besides my daughter who was always on my mind.
So we secretly got back together, and I was her very best friend again. I knew after our kids went to college that I would break it off for good. I would take a job out west and sell the house.
Julie would be starting her own life, and Vicki would wish me well. Hell, she would probably help me pack. I was still only 36. There was enough time for me to start over.
The first turning point of my relationship with Vicki came two weeks after Julie's 18th birthday. It was a hot July day, early on a Friday afternoon. I decided to cut my day short and jump start my weekend.
To my surprise, Vicki was in her backyard trying to cool off. They had been overstaffed at the hospital and she was home early too.
Both our kids were working their jobs at the mall, saving up for their first year of college. Vicki and I decided to celebrate our good fortune by drinking out on my patio.
Because of the heat we drank more than we should have. Soon we were up in my bedroom engaging in wild, drunken sex.
On about our third go around, I was standing at the foot of the bed and she was on the mattress. She was making love to me with her liquid mouth.
Vicki liked to make us cum at the same time and was skilled at making that happen. She would work us up like volcanoes, then let us both explode.
Because we were drunk, we were being more aggressive than usual. Not only was she massaging her inflamed clit, but she had a finger up inside herself.
I was pushing myself into her mouth, and grasping her shoulders tightly as I tried to watch her finger fuck herself.
The anticipation came as she approached her own climax. Her skin took on a certain glow, a special look came into her eyes, and she made the sounds of a starving woman as she prepared to swallow my load. She loved to look up at me, but her eyes always fluttered shut as she started to cum.
Just as it all happened, I heard my bedroom door open. I turned towards the sound with dull interest, slow to understand what was going on. There in the doorway stood my Julie and Dustin, both barely clad.
My daughter was barefoot, and as close to nude as possible. She was wearing that skimpy bikini I'd forbidden her to leave the house in when she was underage. Vicki's son was clad only in a towel.
What were they doing home? And why were they entering my bedroom? There was a look of utter shock on my daughter's face. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth gaped open. It looked like she was trying to spesk.
I wasn't attracted to teenage women, and certainly had no desire for my daughter. As we made eye contact, though, I felt a bizarre urge I couldn't explain.
