Chapter 6

Bob got the license that same day and made all the necessary arrangements for the wedding. While he was on the phone to the people who handle these matters, his sons started to arrive home. He motioned for them to sit down and wait for him to finish. They were quiet while he talked, and I observed them carefully during that interval. So these were to be my stepsons. They were older than I had imagined Bob's boys to be, all three between fifteen and eighteen I guessed. They were handsome, sturdy boys, and all of them looked a lot like their father. When he introduced me they were very polite and soft spoken, and when he told them I was to be their new mother they gave me a look that least gave me the benefit of the doubt.

Tony was the youngest, fifteen, and I could tell he'd be my favorite right away. Although he had a strong, lean body there was something feminine about him, at least in my eyes. He had long lashes and brown hair that fell to his shoulders, and I sensed that he was a virgin. The middle son was called Mel, seventeen, handsome, bulging muscles in his arms and chest, and a sparse brown beard covering the lower half of his face. The oldest was Gene, tall and rangy, a serious boy. They were all deeply tanned, dressed in jeans and T-shirts, and to judge by the dirt on them they'd been working in the fields. I was going to like being a part of this family.

But that reminded me of my own family. What would James think about this marriage? As soon as I could I left Bob's house and took a cab to Julie's apartment to tell him the news. They were watching TV together when I arrived, and I could tell they didn't really want to be disturbed. Julie had on a fetching little nightie and my son wore only a pair of shorts. The bed hadn't been made in days by the looks of it and there were take-out food cartons stacked in and around the garbage bin. Was this the kind of environment in which my son ought to be raised?

I told them both the news because Julie refused to leave me alone with him. James didn't say a word after he'd heard me out and I was pleased he took it so calmly. Since there was nothing more to be said I got up to leave. James said he'd walk me down the stairs. "You're not serious about this, are you?" he whispered tensely as soon as the door had shut behind us.

"Of course I am. Well be married in a week's time, how could I not be serious?"

"But you don't really love him, you're only marrying him for security, isn't that right? You couldn't love him, I know you couldn't" To my surprise I noticed he was on the verge of crying! "Why not?" I asked. "He's a wonderful man and I'm sure you'll like him a lot when you get to know him. Besides, he's got three sons, kids you could be friends with."

"I don't want to know them and I don't want to know this guy you're marrying. You don't love him because if you do you can't love me!"

"But I do love you!"

"Prove it then," he said defiantly. And when I asked how I could prove such a thing, he said: "Sleep with me the night before you marry him and I'll be convinced."

"Oh, will you," I said. "Boy, have you got a nerve." We were standing in the lobby of the apartment building, staring each other down. I wasn't going to give in to him, not for anything! That boy had to learn his place! Suddenly he embraced me and pressed me into a dimly lit corner of the lobby, and his lips were on mine, crushing and fierce, and his hips pressed into mine with passion. He had caught me off guard and while I tried to work out what was happening he began to fondle me all over. "No, don't!" I cried, pushing him away. But he was stronger than me and pushed me right back into the corner. The pulsing of his loins grew more violent, he was dry humping me right there, and I was defenseless!

It horrified me when he pulled my dress up about my waist and tugged my panties down to my knees. My own son was raping me! "No, baby, don't!" I pleaded. "Let's talk about this. Sure I'll sleep with you the night before the wedding, only ... James, take your hand away from there! What's come over you!" His hand was on my cunt and his fingers were probing me obscenely. I was desperate to escape from this molesting but he leaned into me so I couldn't move. He breathed rapidly and angrily, and his fingers dug into my cunt so hard that my flesh parted and admitted two or three of them. Juices poured down the inner walls, much to my shame. I couldn't face this! "Let me go now before it's too late!" I whispered. "Please James, don't make me scream for help!"

"Don't try it," he said menacingly. His other hand was way up my dress and fumbled with my tits. I was ashamed and mortified, especially when his fingers moved in and out of my cunt and it made sloppy sounds. How could this excite me! James had managed to take his shorts down and now his cock bumped into my cunt with insistent pushiness. I kept looking around the lobby. Blank apartment doors stared back at me. What if someone came out and recognized us? We'd be thrown out of town and Bob would never look at me again! I started to sob silently. He had a hold on my ass with both hands and leaned into me while his cock battered its way into my cunt. He was inside me now, inextricably, fucking for dear life. There was something vicious about the way he shoved his cock up me, banging me with a fury that could only be Oedipal. I was crying and desperate, yet the lower half of my body was on fire with his lovemaking, responding by getting more juicy by the second and hotter, too. He was good, there was no denying that. His smooth cock touched down on all those secret little places inside me that could bring me undone. And he did it, too, providing me with stealthy climaxes there in the lobby.

When he came he lost his edge on me and I pushed him away at once, hitched up my panties, and stormed out of the building. I was determined never to see him again. If he treated his mother like that he wasn't worth knowing! What I was really escaping from was the pleasure he had brought me, though, I knew that even as I seethed with indignation. Bob deserved better than me. When we married I would always be faithful to him, and if my son was going to present me with temptations, then I would just have to turn my back on him.

The week passed slowly. Bob had made me stop working, a move to which I agreed very readily. For the sake of his sons, though, I stayed in the motel for the duration, and he spent most of his time with me. But on the night before the wedding he stayed home and I was left to my own devices at a critical time. It was a hot night and I was restless and horny. Perhaps the temperature affected me that way, or perhaps it was a chronic condition. In any case, I lay on my bed naked and watched TV with disdainful inattention, thinking about Bob, his sons, our wedding night, and other sexual matters, one hand idly caressing the outline of my pussy, the other on my breasts, and every now and then I'd look at the clock to see how near the wedding had drawn. At this point time almost came to a stop. Bob called and that made the time pass, but then it was back to dragging its feet. I didn't have the incentive to masturbate so I left it at titillating myself, just keeping the temperature of my body up at an erotic level.

"Ma! Open up, it's me, James!"

I almost hit the ceiling with shock at the sound of my son's voice. He was at the window and he had stuck his hand through to open the Venetian blinds. I could see him peering through, right at my nakedness, but instead of covering myself I lazily told him to go away. He insisted that I should let him in. A strange feeling of power overcame me. He could look but not touch, and that was just the kind of revenge I'd been looking for. I would teach him to rape his mother! So while he entreated me to open up I wallowed about on the bed and punished him. But suddenly he wasn't there anymore, the Venetian blinds were locked in place again, and my exhibitionism was going to waste. I was disappointed that he had given up so easily.

I lapsed back into that faint euphoria again and forgot about him, only to be disturbed by the sound of a key fitting into the lock. I tried to rush for the door to hold it fast but he was too quick for me. The cunning devil had asked for the duplicate key at the desk and now he was inside. He kicked the door shut and faced me, glowering, ready to rape me again. It occurred to me that he might be stronger but I was older and wiser. So, to throw him off, I pretended to go faint and I toppled back onto the bed. He took his clothes off and came toward me with his cock in hand, rubbing it slowly to get it good and hard. I waited until the last minute and then, just as he was about to mount my prostrate body, I slugged him good and hard right in the stomach.

He was totally unprepared for this. With a gasp and a look of shock he folded double and fell on the bed to roll about in pain. I got up and stood over him with my arms akimbo. "Who the fuck do you think you are!" I said angrily. "You think you can take what you want when you want it? You'd better grow up, James, or you'll always be a child." I wanted to go further in the lesson by throwing him out but it was hard to face a whole night alone. He could divert me until the wedding, Bob need never know. "Now then, I promised you could stay with me on the last night and I'm going to honor that promise-but on my terms only." He nodded weakly, still holding his stomach. There was none of that macho bravado left in him now, he was my little boy again. His erection had disappeared in an instant. My first task was to restore that.

"Relax now and let your mother make you all better," I said soothingly. "Remember how nice it used to be between us? That's how it's going to be tonight." He groaned and made himself comfortable on the bed. I lay with my torso on the bed, my knees on the floor, resting between his legs so that my face was directly over his limp dick. Once again I was struck by its smooth pinkness, its relative innocence. A week or so with Julie had more than likely kept it busy but it was still a boyish cock, and when I closed my lips about his smooth glans I could really tell the difference between his and Bob's. Bob had a thick, gnarled cock, tan and battle-hardened. James would have one just like it one day, but until then I could suckle him and feel a maternal and an erotic thrill simultaneously.

As I sucked him off I played with my pussy, and after a while it was hard for me to tell which excited me more. My fingers toyed with the clitoris and the pudgy lips down there, hidden from James's view and mine, but very much present in both our minds. That pussy was rapidly becoming the center of attention. It was responsive to every kind of manipulation. One hand held the lips apart, the other probed it with long fingers, until I needed to get more depth. Then that hand came in from behind and my ass cocked up higher and the whole of my index finger slipped up my cunt. It felt so nice that I started to ignore his cock, hard as it was, and James soon became impatient with me. "Bring it over here, Ma," he said, "and I'll do that for you."

"Okay." I got on the bed with him and presented my pussy to him happily. At once he shoved two fingers into it and began to finger-fuck me with gusto. In his position he was able to add a hitch to that by licking my clitoris at the same time, which provided me with new thrills and new difficulties. How could I concentrate on his cock when my whole body was humming and buzzing with pleasure? I just wanted to lie back and enjoy it. But James deserved more than that. With an exertion of will I bent over his cock and took his glans between my lips to run my tongue along and into the tiny slit at the tip of the knob. James liked that a lot. He shuffled over to thrust the rest of his cock down my throat but soon brought it back for more. I regaled him with the best I had to offer. All the love I bore for my son came to the fore that evening and he reciprocated in full. We tongued each other, kissed, sucked, licked, fingered, explored and loved the other until our genitals were red, full of blood and passion, and by the time we started fucking an hour had passed.

James was on top of me, softly undulating, his cock deep inside me and jabbing forward. I had my arms about him and I kissed his face while he fucked me. Thoughts of tomorrow's wedding occurred now and then, and at such times I felt myself blush with guilt. What would Bob think of me if he saw me under my son? But then James would do something particularly delightful and everything but our intimacy would be forgotten.

We spent that whole night going at it. I couldn't figure out where my son got the energy. Julie had to be taxing him to some extent. But he kept going and going, five times in all, until his cock refused to stand up anymore, no matter how nicely I treated it. Early in the morning he left my motel room and I began to prepare for the wedding. We hadn't made any arrangements about visiting each other and for all I knew James would not want to see me again. But that seemed unlikely. We were too close to part for any length of time. The only problem we had was that we might be too close.

The wedding went by smoothly and the reception was a small family affair. Bob asked me why James didn't attend and I made up a story for his benefit Sooner or later he would want to know why James didn't move in with us but I would deal with that when it happened. At the reception I met Bob's younger sister, Elaine. She was by far the most interesting person there and the two of us took an instant liking to each other. With drinks in our' hands we stood in a far corner and talked while the men carried on and told Bob wedding jokes.

"You're a brave woman, marrying my brother," she said after a few drinks. "But since you have, remember to keep him on a short leash. He can't be trusted with other women, not for a moment."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, slightly put out. Was she jealous of me for marrying her brother? But that was silly, just because I fucked with my son didn't mean all families were so close.

"For your own good. Bob's good in many ways but he can't resist a stray piece of ass. Of course if you don't mind that sort of thing, you have nothing to worry about. If you do, keep him under your thumb."

"He's his own man," I replied testily. She nodded and took the conversation to another subject to get away from the friction. I found her an unusually attractive woman. She was in her middle twenties and she had almond-shaped eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Long brown hair hung down her shoulders and framed her pretty face in such a way as to bring out her lovely features. She was tall and slender with small, upturned breasts, the nipples of which pushed into her blouse so as to cause little eye-catching impressions. Her husband was at the party also, but they never got closer than twenty feet to each other throughout the reception.

After the reception Bob took me home. His sons had been billeted with friends for the occasion and he made love to me all over the place. The way he loved me gave me no indication of what was to come. No better lover could have been imagined. He fucked me in the kitchen, in the living room, each of the boys' bedrooms, and wherever else it pleased us, he fucked me back and front, sideways, up and down, he ate me out, he sucked my tits, rimmed me, licked my toes, and ran through the entire catalogue of kinkiness. Much, much later, just before dawn, he lay sprawled on the bed, naked and spent, and I lay beside him propped up on an elbow so as to gaze at his face. I couldn't take Elaine's advice to heart right then. He had loved me too well. I had found my man and he had found me.

But Elaine was right. Since Bob was a farmer we couldn't take a honeymoon. What we did have was a full week of fucking in between his fairly genteel work schedule. With three sons to help him and all the modern equipment Bob was more of a gentleman farmer than anything else. That should have left him plenty of energy with which to please me ... but for one reason or another, after that first week very little of it was directed at me!

Three weeks went by. I sat by the side of the pool behind the big house and sunned myself listlessly. Bob hadn't touched me in over a week, although outside the bedroom he had been an attentive, affectionate husband. There was nothing to complain about except for this aching sense of emptiness in my pussy. So I sat there and wondered what had happened, and in the thick of my rumination Elaine dropped by.

"Hello, honey," she said, kissing me on the cheek and pulling up a chair near mine. "You're looking very pensive today, what's the matter?" When I told her she nodded knowingly. Elaine and I had become very close over the past few weeks but nothing more had been said about Bob's habits. Now that I brought it up she could only say that she'd told me so. "He can't sit still," she shrugged. "It's like a character defect" "What, you think he's cheating on me?" I asked.

"I don't think, I know. Right now he's with a woman. That doesn't mean he doesn't love you, far from it, I happen to know that he loves you a great deal. His flesh is just weaker than most everyone's."

She said it coolly, objectively, but I couldn't believe it. Bob vowed his fidelity to me over and over, he loved me too much to cheat on me, so there had to be another explanation for his conduct, or lack of it. I told her so and she threw up her hands and said she was going to fix us a couple of drinks. I settled back in my chair, adjusted my bikini, and turned my face to the sun. My faith in Bob was so complete that her words didn't even upset me. I just wallowed in the sun like a cat and when she brought the drinks I told her to join me for a sun bake.

"I should have brought my bikini," she said, "but what the hell, the boys won't be back for hours and you've got what I've got. I'll sunbathe in the nude if you don't mind."

"Not at all." A thrill ran through me and my mind flashed back to Nelly and what she had taught me about the female body. Elaine was so young and lithe, a succulent sylph, and I watched her through half closed eyes as she stepped out of her shorts. Oddly enough she took her shorts off before anything else, and once they were off she took her time with the rest. It was almost as if she were parading her ass before me! And well she might. Her buns stuck out pert and rounded, quivering ever so slightly when she took a step. And her brown pubic hair was thick and full between her thighs, a deep bush that invited further exploration.

Then she turned her back to me and bent down to undo her shoes, and I was treated to her pussy as it bulged back at me, parting just a little to let the pink shine through, as well as her lovely cheeks and a tiny puckered asshole. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? While she had her back to me I slipped out of my bikini and lay back at my leisure to watch the rest of her strip tease. She was truly a beautiful woman. Her ass curved out from her hips and gave an impression of lean grace. It took her forever to undo her shoe straps, an eternity in which I feasted my eyes on her feminine charms. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair and felt the juices ooze past my labia. At last she straightened up and turned back to me. An enigmatic smile played about her lips and she undid the buttons of her blouse slowly, teasingly. Of course she wore no bra. Her tits were too firm and too small to need one of those garments. Hard nipples poked up toward the sky, pink as rose petals and big as bullets. Her tits were hillocks of flesh, evenly tanned in tune with the rest of her body. She was too perfect, too perfect! My eyes ran up and down the slow contours of her shape and I could only marvel at her svelte proportions.

But after that big buildup she merely sat down in the chair beside mine and started to talk about banal matters, everyday housewife things. I listened with half an ear and kept taking sneak peeps at her little breasts. They would fit the palms of my hands exactly and I could imagine how firm and soft they would be to the touch. If only I had the courage to try my luck with her. There was too much at stake. For one, I still half suspected her of being jealous of my relationship with her brother. For another, if she wasn't inclined toward women she would be shocked and tell her brother. In either case it was too risky. As a last resort I tuned into her conversation and found that it had taken an interesting turn.

"My husband Alec is a real businessman," she was saying. "He lives it, eats it, and dreams it, you can't talk to him about anything else. We've been married three years and he keeps getting more involved with it. The problem is, I hate anything to do with business. I like the simple things, flowers, water, earth, flesh, that sort of thing."

"That could be troublesome," I nodded.

"It is, it is. You know, it was kind of funny to hear you complain how Bob hasn't touched you in over a week. For me that's nothing. Alec hasn't even thought about me in months!"

"What? Oh, I don't believe that. No man could resist a beautiful woman like you."

"You think I'm beautiful?" Her eyes lit up for a minute and another thrill of pleasure trickled through my loins. "You've made my day. But that's how it is, old Alec wears me like a carnation in public and at home he dumps me in a vase to keep me nice and fresh. I don't know ... it's all so disappointing."

"Don't you have lovers? I would in your circumstances."

"I've tried that but they were all so dull. Sometimes I wonder if I've just had bad luck with men or if they truly are inept as a species." She laughed dryly to pass it off as a sophisticated crack but I detected an undertone of despair in her voice. That was all I needed. I placed my hand on her arm and caressed that most innocuous of limbs slowly without saying a word. "You've had more experience in that line, I should think," she went on. "Tell me, do you honestly like men?"

"I like everything," I said. Her eyes widened briefly, then she looked away nervously. She wanted me but she couldn't face it just yet. I would have to introduce her to herself gradually. My hand kept on stroking her arm, coming oh so close to her delicately formed tits now and then but never touching. "We're in the same boat, really, two sensual women who haven't been fully appreciated or discovered by their men. What do you think we should do? Should we wait and hope for an improvement? Or do we try new things?"

She turned to face me and her almond eyes were troubled. "I feel like such a pervert!" she whispered. But her hand came to rest on mine and our fingers entwined. "But a woman has needs ... hasn't she?" I nodded and drew her toward me. She came more willingly than I had expected, and when our lips met hers were the first to part. Our tongues flicked at each other like mating snakes. Her skin was incredibly smooth and her flesh was as firm as a boy's except that it yielded more under pressure. I gathered her into my arms and drew her over on top of me, and we kissed all the harder. I stuck my tongue deep into her mouth and caressed her with both hands in order to help her bridge the gap between her lust and me. There were still doubts in her mind. Now and then her tongue would back off and her lips would go stiff, but those moments grew less frequent as her body warmed to mine.

"Have you done this before?" she asked me.

"No, never," I said, "and I never felt like it until I saw you nude." It was a deliberate lie and it worked. She looked me in the eye for a second and then smiled broadly, pleased to have had such an effect on me. We kissed some more and now I let my hands travel down along the smooth incline of her back right down to her buttocks. They were flexed into tight balls of muscle but when I touched them they relaxed and turned into resilient globes of female flesh, the kind that made me want to squeeze them off! I loved the feel of her body on top of mine, her silky skin, the hard nipples pressing against me, and the feel of her warm breath brushing past her cheek. Everything about her felt soft and warm and perfumed. Already I was wondering what she would taste like and how she would sound when aroused.

Step by step we learned what the other liked best. Her tits were very sensitive, much more so than mine, perhaps because mine were so much bigger. She liked to put her face between my tits and to press them together with both hands, just as she liked for me to nibble her nipples. Touching them was like licking my clitoris, and once that was clear I gave her tits a going over she would never forget. I made her stop all the things she was doing to me, and she had to place her arms behind her head, just so I could sit on her and suck her tits. Nothing else, just my lips and teeth on her nipples one after the other, working her over until she was crying for mercy and her body was jerking up and down as though she was possessed. Since she was on her back and I was on top, it was no big switch to go down on her, and as soon as she was on the boil I slipped down to press my face between her slender thighs. Her pussy was more delicious than I could have imagined. Two plump lips appeared from under the bush of pubic hair, and behind them was the ragged flesh of her inner cunt, shocking pink and dripping wet, slippery and sweet, and her cunt hole just about sucked my tongue into itself. All her sexiness was concentrated in that small area, and my mouth both conveyed and received more pleasure than either of us could handle.

The two of us were soon reduced to two writhing, mindless bodies, making love under the sun by the side of the pool in the best of suburban traditions. Before I knew what was happening she had wrenched my body around and fitted her lips into my pussy in such a way as to suck my juices right from the source. At first we were frenzied, eager to satisfy the many needs we had accumulated. But once each had shocked the other's system with a couple of resounding climaxes, we started to settle down. Then it was time for slow loving, caressing the other's smooth skin, breasts, ass, brushing lips along erogenous zones, kissing and touching with a special relish. That, as it turned out, was merely an interval. Now that our husbands' neglect had been compensated for we developed a real yearning for each other.

"I couldn't take my eyes off you at the reception," I told her in between kisses. "You were so sleek and self-possessed that I couldn't help but wonder how it would be to make love to you."

"Did you think I was self-possessed? I wasn't in the least. You had me shaking from head to toe but I wouldn't admit it to myself. Strange, isn't it, how you can tell whether you're going to like someone at first glance."

"Yes, it is." We lay side by side on the deck chair and exchanged pecking kisses, tense, a little greedy, and our hands touched and intertwined to squeeze the other's with a passion. Then they parted and moved to the other's breasts, soft again, to caress deflated nipples back into hardness and to savor the spongy firmness of the flesh. Our intimacy was complete. I could sense what she wanted and she did all the things I wanted her to do. Our hands slid down along bellies, down to those brakes of pubic hair to insinuate fingers into moist, warm slits, and to grope for the mystical orifices. Elaine began to finger me with slow, deliberate movements, working it into me like a slender cock, and I parted my legs with a heartfelt sigh. It was hard to touch her pussy while she was busy with mine so I went back up to her tits. But in the end I had to surrender to her probing fingers.

She moved down to kneel at the end of the chair and rested between my legs so she could watch her finger going in. "This is wonderful!" she enthused. "You know, I've often wondered what a cunt would look like with something in it."

"Then put more in," I moaned, "and make it look even better."

"Okay but I'll be gentle." I could see myself through her eyes, or rather, I could see my cunt. I had often gazed at the reflection of it in a hand mirror, propped up between my legs as I masturbated the morning away, and I had just about turned it inside out in order to see every aspect of it. I loved its contours, its strange, pink configurations, the way it could open and shut hermetically, the way it felt and how juicy it could get. Now another woman was checking it from all angles and her pleasure was contagious. It must have been running over with juice because each time she poked her finger deep in I felt a new rivulet run out and down to my asshole. Two fingers entered me. Elaine was breathing hard and her other hand was between her own legs.

I folded my hands behind my head and watched her lazily. My body rocked with the passions her driving fingers produced in me but outwardly I remained calm. It was such a treat to see her beating off both of us. Her face was twisted with the strain of climaxing and fingering me at the same time. Three fingers entered me without warning. My back arched upward and my feet moved back to find support, then I had adjusted. She had the three middle fingers up me so that her palm faced up and the thumb and little finger pressed against both labia. As she fingered me her hand turned from side to side, opening me wider and wider, so wide that it was almost embarrassing. If it hadn't felt so nice I would have asked her to stop!

Her little finger joined the bunch and it didn't make enough difference to make me give in. On the contrary, it felt great to have so much firm flesh up my cunt. When I closed my eyes I could imagine that an over-hung male was raping me and when I opened them I saw a beautiful woman crouching before my cunt, her eyes shining with lust as she guided her fingers into me. I was very sloppy by the sound of it and very loose! There was no sense of strain at all, just an exhilarating sensation of open- ness and freedom, of unlimited capacity. If the king's regiment had galloped up the driveway at that moment I would have invited them all in, along with their steeds.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, checking with me before she went any further. I tried to tell her how great it was but to my astonishment my voice didn't work. So I nodded and kept on taking in great breaths of air. Moans escaped me occasionally, a few gasps, but whenever I tried to express how wonderful it was it became imperative to take in more air. My body seemed to be consuming a vast quantity of oxygen for some reason. Her thumb joined the bunch and at this point my pussy balked ... but not for long. The tips of her fingers fitted in first, then the first set of knuckles, and under pressure my cunt gave another inch and with a sloppy coughing sound her whole fist disappeared up my cunt. At once the cunt muscles contracted to fit neatly about her wrist, and now I had a cunt full of hand. I didn't know how to feel. My head was spinning and the strangest sounds were coming from the back of my throat. It felt uncomfortable and yet it felt erotic as hell. When she began twisting her fist from side to side it became conclusive. I started to yell my head off with pleasure and she joined in, both of us airing our passions vocally while she fist-fucked me and I writhed madly on the chair.

"My God!" she panted when she finally withdrew her fist and watched my cunt resume almost normal dimensions. "Nothing like this has ever happened to me. I'm still coming like a volcano and in all my married life I only came once."

"When was that?" I panted.

"When my old man was drunk and stuck it up my ass by mistake," she laughed. "I never did tell him about that, he'd have thrown up. Oh, Leona, let's do it again and again. It was such a joy to make love with someone who knows how."

"Anytime," I promised. We let ourselves into the pool gingerly and swam a few lengths to wash away the sweat and shrink our genitals a little. Suddenly Elaine took hold of me and looked me in the eye.

"I can't keep this secret any longer," she said seriously. "Now that we're lovers we shouldn't have any secrets from each other, right? Well, then I must tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"That your husband is in town screwing Annie Barker right at this moment. Oh, Leona, I should have told you sooner but I couldn't rat on my own brother!"

"I understand." A coldness swept through me and bit my heart with frost. "Where does Annie Barker live? I want to see this for myself."

"You can take my word for it."

"I do but before I take any action I have to be absolutely sure. That man will pay if he's cheating on me, Elaine. I was prepared to be faithful to him but if he's not reciprocating he's in for a shock."

"I'll take you there. He deserves whatever you give him, even if he is my brother. Alec has made me see that women have to stand up for themselves."

"Really? Okay, you're helping me now, and later I'll help you with yours," I promised. We dressed and left the premises in her car.