Life seemed to settle down in the two weeks after I slept with Michelle. Taylor and I had our first big disagreement since we had gotten married. Well, two really.
At work, while talking with her and some of our coworkers, I made a joke about her that was pretty insensitive and I didn't realize it at the time. She gave me the cold shoulder for a while but we talked it out and the make-up sex that night was amazing.
I thought everything was smoothed over until I got home the next day to find my three daughters all crying and Taylor steaming at the ears. Once I got everybody calmed down, I found out that my oldest daughter was giving Taylor a hard time, Taylor made a comment about my late wife, and it ended up setting all of them off. I wasn't too happy with her for bringing up Madison around them, but we managed to talk it all out and, once again, the make-up sex was amazing.
As we got over our first few disagreements and came out with a better understanding of each other, Taylor and I were sitting out on the back deck, watching the kids play in the backyard. As we talked about changing our day long hike to a weekend backpacking trip, my phone started to ring. I shot a look at Taylor as I held it, showing her that Lauren was calling me.
Lauren and I texted each other a few times a week and I was still showing whatever pictures she sent me to Taylor. I was becoming less surprised whenever Taylor would reach for my phone while I was fucking her, and showing me one of the pictures. The first few times, I was still thinking that I should tell Lauren about Taylor and I, but I was gradually turning to just enjoying the pictures and what effect they had on Taylor. And, honestly, a threesome had crossed my mind a time or two.
As I pressed the answer button and held the phone up to my ear, I started to worry, since Lauren hadn't called me since moving, sticking with texts and the occasional video. "Hey, Lauren, what's up? Is everything ok?"
"Hey, Christopher. Yeah, everything is good. Just heard a rumor about you," she replied back.
"Oh yeah? What rumor is that?" I asked, having a feeling what she was going to say, as Taylor scooted closer to me so she could hear what Lauren was saying.
"I had Rachel, the bishop's wife, call me the other day, just to check in and see how me and the kids were adjusting to Idaho. As we talked, she told me that you and Taylor had gotten married, and were planning a Temple sealing in a couple of months. I told her that was awesome to hear but, really, I was wondering how true it was. It feels like something you would have told me, don't ya think?" Lauren said, as Taylor and I raised our eyebrows at each other.
"Well," I started, but was quickly interrupted.
"Holy shit, it's true? Since when? How? Why? And you didn't say anything? And I've been sending you nudes? Fuck, Christopher, does she know? That's a hell of a way to start a marriage. You couldn't wait for me or come with me and had to marry the first girl that came to you?" Lauren exploded, easily heard by Taylor.
As Lauren finished, Taylor held out her hand and whispered, "Can I talk to her?" I shrugged and handed over the phone. Taylor grabbed it and put it on speaker as I looked out at the kids, ready to jump up if they came towards the deck. "Lauren? Hey, it's Taylor," I heard my wife say.
"Hi?" Lauren answered back hesitantly.
"So, it's my fault that Christopher hasn't told you. And yes, I know about the nudes. I should have talked to you about it first, but I've discovered that it's such a turn on for me thinking about Christopher either with another woman or looking at another woman. I'm sorry," Taylor said.
"Really? Ya think? How am I supposed to feel about that? How long did you know about mine and Christopher's relationship?" Lauren continued as she sounded pretty upset.
As I heard Taylor apologize to Lauren again, telling her not to be mad at me, and tell her about our relationship, her finding out about me sleeping with Lauren, and our talks about it, all I could think about was how wrong it was for not telling Lauren sooner. When Taylor finished and apologized again, Lauren said, "I really am happy for you two. I seriously had a feeling that you guys would end up married. You're just too perfect for each other. But, I'm going to need some time to process everything. Will you please tell Christopher to delete any pictures he kept of me? Thanks. Bye."
As Lauren ended the phone call, Taylor looked up at me, and said, "I'm sorry, Christopher. You're probably pretty upset with me."
I thought about it for a second before saying, "I probably should be, but I knew what we were doing and should have put a stop to it."
"Yeah, maybe. I just hope Lauren isn't too upset," she said.
"Yeah, me too," I told her.
I tried to reach out to Lauren a few days later, but didn't hear back from her. I let her know that I was sorry, regretted what I did, and had deleted every picture and video I had of her. Taylor also reached out to apologize again, but also didn't receive a response.
That next Sunday, me, Taylor, and my kids were sitting on a pew at church. I was on the end with Taylor next to me, my kids next to her, and her parents on the other end. I was looking down at them, thinking how glad I was at my kids for taking a liking to Taylor's parents, and for her parents for treating my kids just like they would their own grandkids, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I looked up to see Michelle, her brown hair pulled up into a messy bun, held by a large tan hair clip, wearing a tight fitting black dress, motioning for me to scoot over. I asked if Adam and Luke were coming and she whispered as she sat down, "No, Luke is sick and Adam stayed home with him."
The prelude music stopped as the Bishop stood up to begin the service. I leaned over, shushing my daughters and getting them to pay attention before I wrapped my arm around Taylor's shoulder. I looked over to make sure that Michelle had enough room and had to pull my eyes away as I saw her dress riding up her thighs, showing off a lot of skin. My mind instantly drifted to the memory of her riding me with my hands on those same thighs.
Michelle must have caught me staring because she pulled out her phone and typed a message. Showing it to me, I read, "This dress was too short for my garments."
I laughed under my breath and shook my head as Michelle typed something else on her phone. But, instead of showing it to me, she leaned over and whispered, "Tell Taylor to check her phone."
I whispered the message to Taylor, who gave me a confused look before she reached her phone. I couldn't see what was on it but saw Taylor's eyes go wide and she clapped her hand against her mouth as she read whatever it was and looked over at her sister. Taylor quickly typed something back and I spent the next few minutes sitting between them as they had a conversation known only to them.
As the priesthood holders in the ward passed out the sacrament, the girls put their phones away, and we all respectfully took the sacrament. When it was done, Taylor immediately pulled out her phone, typed something, and passed it to me. I had about the same reaction as she had as I read, "Michelle wants to borrow you during the second hour. Says she is horny and been craving something. I told her I was OK with whatever if you are."
