Lust, Guilt, Entrapment Ch. 06

The two women were wrapped around each other, not quite awake, not quite asleep. It was a beautiful sight. I climbed into the bed and curled up behind my sister. I snaked an arm around her, which trapped it between her breast and Hannah's. It felt wonderful.

Waking up some time later felt even better. I have no idea how it happened, but I was spooning Hannah, and my erection (yeah, still happened sometimes at that age, but rarely after having sex the night before) was slipping between her thighs.

"You want him to fuck you again, don't you baby?"

"Yes Mommy. So fucking bad. We have to leave soon and I need it one more time. At least one more time."

"Sure, but don't worry; this won't end when we get back on the plane."

"Oh fuck, seriously?"

"Did you think I was going to give this to you and then take it away? He's amazing. We'll manage sweetheart. Now get him in there. Here, let me help."

For some reason I pretended to be asleep. I was curious what they'd do. My sister gently held me, and guided me to her daughter's waiting slit. Hannah pushed back, and I was inside her again.

"Oh fuck, that's so -- oh fuck I love his dick. I love Uncle Carl's dick. He is magic, isn't he?"

"He sure is. And he's family, so it's okay."

"I sure hope so. Fuck, I'd hate to have to give this up. Oh fuck, Aunt Melisaa is mmmph!"

Susan had cut her daughter off with a kiss. Dammit. What was she going to say? She sounded excited, which made sense, but was it her body overwhelming her mind? What was she going to say, dammit?"

"I wonder if we can make him cum without waking him up" my sister whispered.

"I want him to know he's cumming inside me!"

"Oh, so you get him all to yourself tonight?" my sister chuckled. "What do you like better, swallowing him or taking him in your pussy?"

"My pussy. I love how he tastes, you're right about how sexy that is, but when he's cumming between my legs I -- it's perfect."

"Let me suck him a bit, okay?"

"Yes Mommy, suck him!" She shifted forward. My cock had been bathed in heat, then the cool air of the hotel room hit me. Only for an instant; the familiar heat of the mouth that craved my cum bathed my manhood. Being sucked by a woman who loves your dick is amazing. And my sister truly loved -- loves -- my dick. Even after years, it's amazing to write that.

Hannah began to squirm. Susan got the hint. My horny sister relinquished the cock they were sharing, and Hannah slid back into position.

"Oh god Mommy, he's pressed against my asshole!"

"Oh! Here, let me help." Susan adjusted me, and my niece began a gentle rocking, taking my dick in and out of her body.

"That -- um, Mommy, wow -- have you ever?"

I made a mental note to get sleep fucked by these two more often. Listening to them whisper was incredibly sexy.

"Well, a couple of times, actually, yes. Everything has to be perfect."

"Is that allowed?"

I wondered what that meant.

"Where is Uncle Carl now baby?"

"In my pussy."

"Yes he is. The Uncle you've wanted for years is in your pussy. Is he wearing a condom?"

"Oooooh, fuck. No he is not. It feels so fucking good to take him bare. I love taking his cum. I love tasting it, drinking it, I love it when you lick it out of me, but god I love feeling it creaming my little pussy."

The feel of her slick grip combined with the whispered conversation was almost too much to take. Hannah sounded like she wanted to try anal, too!

"Oo, Mommy, he just throbbed. Cock is amazing."

"Your Uncle's cock is amazing."

"It sure as fuck is. Thank you Mommy, thank you thank you thank you! Ooooh!" She grabbed my hand and wrapped my arm around her. My palm was filled with my niece's breast. Instinctively I kneaded her beautiful, feminine tit.

"Oh fuck, he's even good in his sleep Mommy! Did you know that?"

"No baby, we've never done this before. I think we have him pretty turned on."

"I bet. Two women, his sister and his niece, both hot for his dick and his cum..."

"You're forgetting something daughter of mine." Hannah made a cute little noise.

"That tongue."

"Oh fuck my fucking ass yes that tongue! Think he can lick in his sleep?"

"Hmm, I don't know -- should we wake him up?"

"I want to make him cum in his sleep. That would be so hot. Just his body using mine. Ohh, fuck Mommy suck my tits! Suck my tits while his body fucks me!"

I felt the bed shift in the darkness. I heard slurps, then sucking. My sister was helping her daughter cum. I decided to 'stay asleep' through my orgasm.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck" she was getting louder.

"Hush baby, unless you want to wake him up!"

"No I want him to fuck me I want him I want his cum oh fuck I want him to take my ass!"

I felt that rush. I had been keeping pretty still, but hearing that my hips rocked forward. Hannah squealed. Susan kissed her to keep her quiet. I wanted to keep her filled. My dick throbbed, Hannah moaned under her mother's kiss, and I shot sperm into my eager niece. Her pussy spasmed around my dick. We were cumming together! She pressed her ass back, taking me as deep as our spooning allowed. My body shook as I gave her what I knew she loved best; a load of my semen in her raw, hungry pussy.

When my balls had given their all, I sighed and rolled onto my back. There was that cold air again. And there was my sister again, eagerly sucking my wet, creamy rod. She hadn't been sucking long when I heard a whispered "Eat me mommy."

Susan gave me a few more strokes with her heavenly mouth, then crawled over and began a search for my cum, and her daughter's pleasure.

"Oh fuck Mommy, yes, oh god Aunt Melissa!"

What? I was too drained to wonder long. Hannah was probably just feeling some fraction of the guilt I was dealing with. That must be.... I was out.

I woke up before the women. I had slept like the dead. I had a great idea. I crawled under the covers and began kissing the first pussy I found. It was Susan's, I knew from -- well, from all the glorious time I'd spent with my mouth on her body. She purred in her sleep. I licked, starting at her opening and moving up toward her clit. It was standing when I found it. I used my lips to push back her folds, giving that little bit of extra access my tongue needed. I lashed at her clit, my lips sealing around it.

"Well good fucking morn- oh! Fuck yes! Right OH!" I slid a couple of fingers into her wet little box and she came. Her clit pulsed, her hips jerked, and she cried out as her orgasm washed over her. I felt a hand on my back, stroking and sliding up toward my head. Hannah was awake.

"Cum for him Mommy, cum for Uncle Carl's tongue. Your brother loves licking your pussy Mommy. I hope he wants to taste me too. Do you want to watch your brother lick your little girl's cunt?"

Her reply wasn't too coherent, but it was eloquent in its own way. She liked the idea. That was my conclusion.

When her hips stopped grinding on my face, Hannah pounced. She rolled me over -- where did my little niece get this strength? -- and I found my head trapped between my sister's thigh and my niece's crotch. I was right between a cunt and a soft place. Well, that's not fair -- a well-toned place.

Watching my sister and I had clearly gotten Hannah very revved up. She was not shy. In fact, I'd say she was demanding. She ground her snatch on me. Her nectar was flooding my face. My sister was still able to produce a lot of lube, but her daughter was positively dripping that morning.

"Oh yes Uncle Carl, you made Mommy cum with that wicked tongue, now it's my pussy's turn! Do you remember fucking me last night Uncle Carl? Your dick filled my snatch so fucking full. I love watching you fuck and I love your tongue and I love your fucking DICK! Lick it lick it lick it oh FUCK! I want feel you in my mouth I want you to fuck my ass I want your tongue I want to watch you fuck Aunt Melissa oh FUCK!"

"Hannah!" said her mother in a stern voice.

"I'm sorry mommy fuck I just fucking love his tongue and fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUCK!" She drenched my face, grinding so hard I hoped my nose wouldn't break. I kept licking though. My niece's pussy tasted too good to even think about stopping.

When she was finished sobbing and grinding, I rolled her off of me. I watched the two women laying naked in my hotel room bed. Knowing how much they loved our sex was amazing. I'd never felt so manly, so powerful. My niece mentioning my wife kind of gnawed at me though. And my sister's reaction -- well, maybe it was just a reaction to how loud she was being? Or something else she'd said?

I was moving into position to take my sister again when she noticed the time. "Fuck Carl, we can't -- we'll have to see you when you get back! You can drive us to the airport, right?"

"Dammit. Sure, but one more suck from each of you!"

"You got it stud!" She curled up and I was in her mouth. A few quick bobs, and she was off to the bathroom. Hannah rolled over and began abusing her throat with my erection. She was making good progress toward a creamy breakfast when her mother called from the bathroom. "Start packing will you baby?"

"Sure Mom!" She moved to obey, but I couldn't resist teaching her a bit about who she had to obey. I gripped my niece's head in my hands and fucked her mouth. Only for a minute, but it was a sweet, sweet minute. Then I let her up. She hopped off the bed, giving my erection a last look, and began packing. I laid back and watched the nude teenager for a few minutes. If I kept watching I was going to take her again, and we didn't have time, so I got up and went into the bathroom. Susan was hidden by the steam of the shower, so there was less temptation.

We all got ready, and soon I was carrying their things down to the car. We chatted as I drove; it was kind of odd how normal the discussion was as I drove my incestuous lovers to the airport. When we pulled up at the drop off, we made a bit of a show. Not many couples kiss like that in public, and I gave two incredibly sensual kisses in turn. Then my sister and my niece took each other's hands and walked into the terminal. It was like a spell broke. One or two guys had huge grins, but there was a woman glaring at me. Furious. Almost a look of hatred. She looked sort of like Melissa.

I tried to get that woman out of my head as I drove. I stopped off for breakfast, and I still felt her eyes on me. I was almost back to the hotel when my phone rang. It was Melissa. Traffic was thick, so I couldn't pick up. I parked, got back to the room, and called her.

She was just checking in. I sat on a bed reeking of my lovers' pussies talking to my wife. I can't describe how I felt that morning. I'd taken a woman's virginity. I hadn't just had a threesome, I'd had a mother-daughter threesome that stretched over three days. And here I was, talking to my wife. I hoped I sounded normal. I hoped she couldn't hear the guilt, the conflict, the distraction. I did my best to participate as Melissa talked on about the little events of the weekend, asking me some trivial questions. She just sounded happy to be on the phone with me. I treasured that. It all sharpened my guilt.

But I wanted those lovers again.

After Melissa said goodbye I went for a run. I had to burn off some anxiety. I enjoy working out, but running isn't usually my thing. Maybe I did it to punish myself. But it let me think as my lungs screamed and my heart thundered in my chest.

I made some decisions. I couldn't resist my sister, or her niece. But I loved my wife, and hated myself for cheating, for letting myself get addicted to other mouths, other breasts, other vaginas. I decided I would never touch them again unless everything was perfect. No quickies, no risk taking, no pushing it. But I couldn't say 'never again.' Tammy was 'never again.' I kind of blamed her. If she hadn't gotten me drunk I still would have been a good husband. I still would have had some self-respect. I wouldn't know how her pussy tasted, how my sister relished swallowing me, how my niece's tight, shaved little snatch felt as I throbbed inside her. Yeah, I can't blame this all on Tammy when my disgusting, selfish lust reveled in those memories so much. I shared a LOT of the blame. But I had to reestablish some control.

It was a long, long run. I don't know how I sounded when Susan called to tell me they were home safe, and unsuspected. We'd gotten away with it, apart from my guilt. I was sore as HELL the next day when Melissa called to thank me for the flowers. She promised me a hell of a homecoming. I had stopped stroking, because all I could think about when I stroked was the incredible teenager I'd deflowered, her sexy mother, my sister. So I was going to be ready when I got home!

I was. So was Melissa. She pounced like a cat on a bacon-wrapped mouse. I didn't last long the first time, filling my wife's mouth with a huge load. She just kept sucking, and I swung her around for some sixty-nine before following up her orgasm with a second helping of my dick. It was almost as hot as the hotel sex. Her praise and adoration afterward kind of stung, but it also made me happy -- my commitment didn't mean giving up great sex, far from it.

I felt even better, even more in control when I passed my first real test, the first real temptation. Susan called that next weekend. She wanted me. Fuck, who am I kidding, I wanted her. The thought of watching my sister work to swallow my load had me hard as a rock. But her pretext was really flimsy. It was too risky. I stuck to my plan. I reassured her, but I stuck to my plan.

And then I went and pounded Melissa so hard she was complaining about it the next day. Granted, she had a big smile on her face. I still felt guilty, but now I had something to be proud of. I had resisted temptation, I had satisfied my wife, I felt good. Did I feel almost as good as before this craziness started? Hell, I felt better. Which was confusing. I came up with a brilliant plan for dealing with the fact that I felt even better. I tried not to think about it.

Then Tammy called.

I didn't pick up. She called back ten minutes later. I didn't pick up. I heard her call Melissa. Oh fucking shit. I tried not to eavesdrop too badly. Sounded innocent. A few minutes later Melissa found me.

"You need to go help Tammy."

"Baby, I'm tired. I went for that long run yesterday, I'm just beat. Can't it wati?"

"You don't even know what it is" she said with a smirk. "Be a good brother in law and go help her out."

"What is it, anyway?"

"Clogged drain, won't take you long."

"I'll call a plumber for her."

"Carl! She's family! Get your ass over there and help her out!"

I thought to myself that if I can resist my little sister's throat, I can resist Tammy. Channel your frustration with her, get the plumbing done, and get back. You'll be so proud of yourself when you've checked another block, proving your resolve. That's what I told myself.

"Please baby, I'll reward you when you get back" my wife purred, interrupting my thoughts.

"Anything for you babe" I said with a smile.

I grabbed a snake, a wrench or two, and an industrial tub of zipperloc. Off I went.

I hadn't been wrong. This was a ploy, pure and simple. Tammy let me in wearing nothing but red high heels. Okay, matching lipstick too.

"Tammy, dammit, I can't keep doing this" I said as she pulled me in. Shoulda held back. Why didn't I stand further from the door?

"Aw, don't I look good enough to fuck? Don't you want to sink that big, married dick into my lonely, hungry, WET pussy?" she said, grinding against my hip.

"I'm serious. I'm totally serious. I can't take the guilt. I love my sist- my wife!"

"Oh, you naughty man. I know you love your little sister. And your niece. Can't wait to watch that, you kinky fucker. But I've got other plans right now. There's a friend upstairs who needs your... plumbing expertise."

"A FRIEND? Goddamit Tammy! I am serious!"

She gave me a twisted grin. "Oh, trying to be a good boy are we, my little perv? Well guess what? It seems you've forgotten I've got photos." Where the hell was she hiding that phone? She had it ready, and some carefully selected examples too. The first one was me buried inside my sister.

"I need dick, and so does Laurie. You're gonna give it to us, or I send these to your wife!"

Did you know that fear is a cold liquid? I didn't know until that moment. I'd heard the expression 'fear washed over me,' but let me tell you, seeing flashing lights behind you while you're eighteen over the limit had nothing on this. Tammy saw it too. Clear as day. She chuckled and grabbed at my dick.

"That's right. Don't worry, Laurie's hot. Really hot. I mean, I'm not gonna get off watching you plow a cow. But if you don't, not only will I tell Melissa, Laurie will be humiliated. Which mean furious. Do you know the kinds of things a humiliated woman does to get revenge? Quit being stupid and fuck us both. She's upstairs with a nice bow tied around her, just for you. Or should I hit send?"

I was fuming, too much to get turned on. But I didn't say a word. Tammy took that as victory, and grabbed my hand. She pulled me to her bedroom, her nude ass strutting in front of me. Her high heels flashed. I maintained my control.

Then the door opened. Tammy had meant it quite literally when she'd said there was a nice bow tied around her friend. Actually, she'd understated. There were four bows, and the black silk ribbon bound her to the bed. A sleep mask covered her eyes. Nothing else covered her body. Despite my intense, complicated emotions, it was one hell of a sexy sight.

Tammy took advantage of the surprise, bending over and yanking down my pants. I was in her mouth before I knew it. Goddammit this woman was evil! And unfortunately that meant she knew how to suck. She was loud, making sure her helpless friend heard what was happening.

"Oh god you're sucking his dick, aren't you, you fucking slut! You said I was gonna get his dick! You made me eat your cunt and now you're getting his dick too!?"

"Oh, you should have felt him throb when you talked about eating my cunt. Bet you wish I'd used weaker ribbon, don't you you slut?"

"Fuck me! I need dick! You said I'd get dick! Fuck my cunt!" The strange woman was pulling against the ribbons, which were clearly stronger than they looked. She begged while my evil sister in law sucked. She gripped my hips as she sucked, pulling me toward the bed. My resolve went the way of my higher brain functions as I felt her throat accept my rod. The desperate symphony coming from the bound woman wasn't exactly taking the edge off of my lust either.

"Time to fuck her stud" Tammy said, sliding me out of her mouth. She gripped my dick and pulled me onto the bed. Laurie practically levitated off the mattress, she wanted my dick so badly. Let's face, it, she probably wanted any dick, but my evil sister-in-law had called me. She'd called me, she'd blackmailed me again, she'd sucked me, and know she rubbed my knob against this horny woman's lips.

I drove into her, hard. Laurie screamed. Tammy stared, licking her lips as I pounded the restrained woman begging for me to use her body. I hammered, venting the frustration I felt from being coerced yet again, the frustration of feeling like I should have dared her to push that button, the frustration of knowing how badly my body needed the adventure, the forbidden thrill.

Laurie was starting to cum when Tammy swung her leg over the helpless woman's face. Her muffled protests soon joined Tammy's moans of pleasure. Both women were crying out in pleasure. I grabbed Tammy and pulled her to me, dragging her off Laurie's face.

I pulled out and spun Tammy around. I bent her over and rammed myself into her, pushing her with my erection. Laurie was back to being furious. I licked my thumb and slipped it into Tammy's ass. Feeling my cock moving so close to that invading thumb was a new experience. Then I rolled Tammy off and climbed up, forcing my dick into Laurie's mouth. I didn't have to add any guilt to my ledger over that. She immediately began sucking, moaning out her gratitude in a way that sent shivers down my cock and up my spine. Clearly she was on board for anything that meant I was inside her. I crouched above her face, using her mouth like another pussy. When she moaned louder, I looked back. Tammy was licking her friend's pussy. I gave Laurie's mouth another couple of pumps, then pulled back and mounted my blackmailing sister-in-law.

I was in no mood for subtlety. She screamed as I pounded into her. Laurie writhed, begging for attention. Tammy wrapped her arms around the woman's thighs and did her best to keep licking while I punished her wanton body.

"Fuck, Melissa is so damn lucky!" she raised her head to say. Laurie let out a cry, and I saw her arm reach down and force Tammy's head back between her legs. To this day I have no idea how she got that arm free.

"Don't you fucking say her NAME!" I said, using my whole body to hold her down as my rod viciously pounded her pussy. Tammy was helpless under my body and Laurie's grip. My hips were out of control, venting all the guilt and tension and lust of the recent months into her body.

Tammy squirmed her head free and screamed "oh yes, fuck me!" I wrapped an arm around her neck and said "don't you say a fucking word, just take it -- one more word and I take your ass!"

Maybe she'd thought it was a game up to that point, but I saw fear in her eyes. Not for long, because Laurie got a handful of hair and pulled her back. She was forced to lick while I used her pussy. I don't know if I'd ever fucked so hard in my life. Laurie began screaming, and then Tammy's body exploded. I held her down with all my strength, all my weight, taking what my dick needed. I grabbed her arms, stretched them out to her side, and violated her pussy. That forced her face against Laurie's gushing snatch. My dick throbbed, and I pumped sperm into my sister-in-law's helpless pussy. I growled "take it slut" as my ejaculation drowned her insides.

When my orgasm let go of me, both of the women under me were silent. Tammy broke the stillness.

"Carl, I --"

"SHUT UP! DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING CALL ME AGAIN!"

I stormed out of the room. This had to end. I couldn't take this any more. One way or another, divorce or reconciliation, I had to get this fixed. I actually bent a wheel on a curb during that insane drive back to my house.

I burst through the door and there was Melissa, looking terrified. "Carl, I -- I'm so sorry, Tammy said --"

"To hell with Tammy! Melissa, I have to tell you something because I can't fucking take this any more. I love you and I'm incredibly sorry, but I've cheated. I'm so fucking sorry but I had to tell you because it's tearing me --"

"Carl, Carl, I know, I thought you understood, this has all been --"

"YOU THOUGHT I UNDERSTOOD? YOU KNOW?" Confusion piled on top of fury. I was so lost I babbled. "What the fuck are you talking about? What the FUCK has been going on?"

"Baby, I thought we were playing a game together, I thought you knew, I -- I've been setting --"

"YOU'VE BEEN SETTNG ME UP? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH?"

I rushed to the bedroom, grabbed a few clothes and my toothbrush, and I was out the door in seconds. I slammed it behind me. I'm surprised the window in the door didn't break. I could hear Melissa sobbing as I started the car and whipped it out of the driveway.

I had a really close call with a bicyclist. Probably scared that poor bastard out of his ridiculous shorts, but honestly it probably saved a life to two. It forced me to get a hold of myself. I drove, losing all track of time, ignoring the calls and text notifications. The low fuel light broke me out of my stupor. I filled my tank and found a hotel. Once in my room, I slammed back a bottle of gin from the minibar, and stopped myself.

I got in the shower, and emerged in a slightly less irrational state of mind. I scanned the phone calls and text messages. The text messages were desperate pleas from Melissa, Tammy, Susan, even Hannah. I picked one almost at random. It turned out to be Susan.

"Give me a couple of days." I hit send and turned off the phone. I went out to the car, got my clothes -- I had to stuff them in a grocery bag, I'd left in such a hurry -- and went back up to my room. I checked, and hadn't brought anything to exercise in. Good. That gave me a mission. Silly and utterly lacking in perspective, sure, but a mission. I got my keys and found the nearest store where I could get jogging shorts, shoes, and socks. I'd randomly grabbed a tshirt, but I got another, and a few more toiletries.

Back in the room, I laid out the toiletries and got dressed for a run. I ran so far I got lost, and had to ask for directions back to the hotel. I must have looked awful, and smelled worse. The guy didn't seem to give a moment's thought to driving me the seven miles back to the hotel.

I showered and fell into bed, exhausted. Weird dreams. Crazy dreams. I tossed and turned. All I remembered besides vague surrealistic images was a childhood dog. He'd died peacefully of old age in reality, but in this dream he bit me and ran away.

The day after I'd checked into the hotel isn't too clear in my memory. The women gave me that day. I got a couple of random texts from friends who had no idea that anything odd was going on. Easy to brush off.

I woke up the next day feeling a bit more rational. A little after lunch I got a simple text from Susan.

"We're all so sorry. Please call one of us when you can. Hopefully Melissa. We all love you."

The last four words burned up at me from the phone's screen. Lots of people -- almost everyone I guess -- would say my sister and I were serious perverts. But I didn't doubt she loved me. I didn't know what to think about anyone else involved, but I was sure my sister loved me. I'd heard the things she said, some of them to her daughter, some while she thought I was sleeping. My world was rocked, I barely knew east from up, but I made a conscious decision to trust my sister.

It still took a while longer before I could dial the phone. It was the next morning.

"Oh thank God Carl. Thank God. When you didn't answer my text yesterday I -- we were all terrified. Please tell me you're okay -- you aren't in the hospital are you?"

"I'm not in the hospital. Susan, what the fuck has been going on?"

"Two thinks big brother. Let me say these two things. We all love you -- all of us. Really. And there has been an in- just a world class misunderstanding. Huge. I'm not going to promise you this will all make sense, but I hope you'll give us a chance to try and explain."

"A misunderstanding?"

"Call it a sex game gone wrong."

"Wrong is an understatement sis."

"I know. I hope you can forgive us. I can promise you this, from everyone involved -- all of us women I mean."

"Yeah?"

"Total honesty. Any questions you have, we'll answer, no matter how awkward or embarrassing or whatever."

"Okay let's start with this -- did Melissa know you and Hannah came to see me that weekend." I wanted to catch her off guard with a shocking questions.

"Yes. She swears it was her idea, I remember it differently. Like I said, we're all going to be honest. That doesn't mean we have perfect memories. I hope you can understand that."

I thought for a while, trying to soak in what she'd just said. I thought about the brief mentions of Melissa that weekend, and how Susan had hushed them up. It still didn't make much sense.

"Carl?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Just trying to -- I don't know."

"I love you big brother -- I really do. I will -- listen, I think you should talk to Melissa. She's so devastated, she just can't function. She loves you big brother, maybe more than I do. Will you talk to her?"

"Okay. Not today. Give me another day."

"Okay. I'll let her know if that's okay. She really is having a -- she misses you Carl, she's scared. She's so sorry."

"Hmm. Yeah, you can tell her. I don't -- don't -I really don't know how this is gonna play out Susan."

"Understood. Thank you."

"Mm-hm. Later."

I hung up and went for yet another run. Powering through the soreness was just what I needed. Another night's sleep with weird, disquieting dreams.

I called Melissa the next day.

"Carl! Oh thank god! I am SO sorry! Baby, I'm sorry. I can't imagine what this has been like. I want to explain. I want to see you."

"Really?"

"Yes. So sorry. Dammit I'm so sorry! Can I see you? Where are you?"

"Couple hours away. What do you want to tell me?"

"It would be so much better in person."

"I don't know."

"Let me ask you this Carl, what do you want? For us?"

"Wow. I don't know yet Melissa."

That earned a deep, pained sigh.

"Fair enough. Too soon. I'm sorry. There's a lot I know that you don't."

"So tell me."

"Please Carl, it will be easier in person."

"For who?"

"Both of us I'd say."

"I'll think about it."

"I can't ask for more than that I guess. I hope I hear from you soon."

"Goodbye." It sounded flat. That may seem cold, but it could have been so much worse if I'd cut loose.

We hung up. I took a bath. Which is odd for me. I didn't have much else to do.

Later that night I got a text from Susan. "Go see her. I think it will be for the best."

"Noted."

By the next morning I had decided. I consciously chose to trust my sister, and I didn't see a reason to change my mind. I called Melissa.

"Hi. Coffee shop in Oakdale. There's only one. Would eleven work?"

"I'll make it work. Thank you."

I hung up and suddenly felt famished. I found a little place near the hotel and ordered breakfast. The waitress asked if the rest of the part was joining me soon. Guess I ordered a lot of food. I didn't eat much before I got a text.

"thanks" was all Susan wrote. It was odd how god that made me feel.

I didn't eat more than a few more bites. Let plenty of money on the table and walked out.

I walked into the coffee shop at 10:59:11. Forty nine seconds early. Melissa was there. There were three cups in front of her on the table. I looked around. My first guess was the third cup was for Susan.

"It's empty. Been here a while."

Wow. Melissa was usually a "ten minutes isn't that late!" kind of woman. I took a deep breath and sat down.

"Thanks for coming. Sincerely, thank you."

"I wasn't planning on literally disappearing."

"Good. Thanks."

We sat there for a minute. It turned into several minutes. Suddenly Melissa took a deep breath.

"I thought you knew. I thought we were -- in my mind this was a game and you knew that I knew and it was -- I set Tammy up to seduce you. Carl, it was a fantasy and I admit it, it turned me on so much it scared me. Every time you were -- out -- I was at home frigging myself out of my mind. You were amazing -- you'd come home and I took our... intimacy as reinforcement. I thought it meant we were great. Carl -- it was great. I'm sorry if that's tough to hear right now, but baby it was incredible. I realize now that you didn't know, the tacit understanding was all in my head. I know it coast you -- dearly. Because you're a wonderful man and I don't deserve you. But baby in my mind this was a sexy, fucking sexy game and we were playing it better than I'd ever dared to hope for. This was all my fault. All. My. Fault. I take full and total responsibility. I hope you can forgive me."

It all burst out of her in a rush. I had trouble keeping up, honestly. I got the key point, though. I needed confirmation though.

"So you're saying you set all this up --" she nodded "- and you were sitting at home rubbing... yourself, while I was out... of the house?"

She nodded again. Shame and anxiety colored her face, with a subtle hint of something else. I barely caught it, but I knew my wife. Even after all this.

"Wow. I -- wow."

"Carl, can --"

"I need time. This is a LOT to -- wow. Need some time."

She nodded. "I understand."

I got up and walked out. I drove a bit, just to get out of sight, and found a place to park. I needed to think.

She'd known. Scratch that -- she'd set it all up! I'd been fucking and stressing and feeling guilty and fucking some more and she'd known about all of it. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Susan.

"I'm sorry. We're all sorry. None of us considered the possibility that you weren't in on this. But now some of the things you said make sense big brother. We're sorry."

"Need some time"

"Sure."

I sat a bit longer, then drove slowly back to the hotel. I was mulling it all over in my mind, the whole history, every 'visit,' every homecoming to a very horny wife. Okay, I should have realized her renewed interest wasn't just a coincidence. I'd explained it to myself because women seem to know when a guy's having sex, and it makes them want him.

Women seem to know. Yeah, especially when they set it all in motion.

I got back to the hotel. Another run, a long shower. Sleep. Even weirder dreams. The dog turned into a pterodactyl instead of biting me.

I want down to the lobby in the morning for some coffee. I still hadn't made any decisions, but I wanted coffee. I caught sight of myself in a mirror -- hotel lobby décor, what are you going to do -- and I thought 'who's that skinny son of a bitch?"

I'd lost weight. My eyes looked hollow. I was staring in the mirror thinking 'boy, this has been rough' when I caught a woman in the reflection. She reminded me of Melissa. I knew I had to give her a chance. I got some coffee and went back up to my phone.

I called her. She was thrilled when she answered.

"Listen, we need to talk."

"Absolutely. Name the time, name the place. I'm ready, but that's not what matters. I hope you're ready."

"I guess I'm ready."

"Can -- where? Where do you want to meet?"

I wasn't sure. I didn't want a coffee shop or restaurant this time. I wanted more privacy, and more time. I realized my hotel room was a sanctuary. I didn't want her there. I was still thinking when she quietly said "Carl, why don't you just come home -- to our house?"

I thought a bit more, and agreed. I could HEAR her smiling.

I got right in the car and started driving. It was a few hours' drive. I set the cruise exactly to the speed limit and tried not to let my mind wander too far. An accident was all I needed. I can't even tell you if time dragged or time flew. I got there.

When I got to the house, I took a deep breath and let myself in. I could tell the key hadn't been necessary; it was unlocked.

"Carl, is that you?"

"It's me."

She came out of the kitchen. I could see that the last few days hadn't been any easier for her than it had been for me. Stress is an effective diet, but I don't recommend it. We stared at each other for a minute. She dropped her robe. She stood there staring at me, naked. Afraid.

"Melissa, put that back on."

Her shoulders rocked, she sobbed. Her body was wracked with sobs. It cut me to the bone. Despite all the guilt, all the anger that guilt had morphed into, this was still the woman I'd shared my life with. I don't know what I'd have done two or three days before, but at that moment, I was her husband. I leaped forward and wrapped my arms around the sobbing woman.

"I'm so sorry Carl, I'm -- I'm just so sorry. This is all my fault! I thought we were all playing a sexy game -- ALL of us together! All of us! I had no idea that -- I'm so sorry! And now you don't even want me!"

She was right. At that moment, sex was not at all on my mind. But I didn't try to explain that. I just held on. Soon she was holding on to me.

"All those fantasies, years -- I thought it was perfect. I'm so sorry."

I let her take some time to calm down.

"Melissa, I want you to talk me through it. Start at the beginning." I led her to the couch. She clutched her robe around her and talked. She'd had the fantasy for years, but when she'd shared it with her sister, Tammy had taken the idea and run with it. Melissa insisted it wasn't all Tammy, and I'm sure that was right, but I also bet she was taking more responsibility than she deserved to protect her sister. As if we can quantify blame.

I sat, and listened quietly. It was shocking. I had never, ever suspected that my wife had fantasized about me being with other women. Not just other women -- family! To this day I kind of suspect that was Tammy a lot more than Melissa.

Finally Melissa talked herself out. I sat, wondering how I'd never known. Wondering how two people so in love could miscommunicate so badly.

"Carl?"

"Hm?"

"I -- I'd really love -- I mean I know I don't deserve it, but 'd really love to know what you're thinking."

For some reason that struck me as funny. I had fucked several other women, repeatedly, for months, and there was my wife, timid, anxious, heartbroken. Granted, it was a really 0weird situation.

"I don't know what you're thinking Carl, and that scares me. I promised -- well, Susan promise for me -- that we'd be totally honest. So I'll tell you I'm scared as hell. But I'll do anything to fix this to fix us."

She reached out toward me. Her robe slipped, and she grabbed at it instead of touching me. She took a deep breath.

"I mean it. I'll do anything."

"I need to think" I said, and got up to leave. Melissa started to say something, but stayed silent.

Hours more thinking. Driving and thinking. I was kind of glad I'd left my clothes back at the hotel -- it forced me to go back, which forced me to be alone and think.

I got into my room, and collapsed on the bed. I was on my third deep, contemplative, how-the-hell-did-all-this-happen breath when someone knocked on the door.

"Sorry, I don't -- no thanks, just go away."

Another knock, a bit firmer.

"Please go away."

"Uncle Carl?"

Holy shit. What the hell was she doing here? I walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

It was Hannah.