Family Magic (or the Grayson Clan)
Louise
As I stepped out of the cab that day on my way home, I was thinking about Carlos. I should not have been thinking about Carlos, he was not my husband, but my former lover. For six weeks we'd had a torrid affair. I still did and do love my husband Brad, but our sex life had become a bit mundane. The guilt finally won out over the excitement of the short affair, but I still thought about Carlos. About his cock sliding in and out of me. I thought about his passionate kisses, his mouth on my breasts. I remembered his cock in my mouth and the times I had swallowed his cum. My minds eye repeated those nights when he orally pleasured me, of my many orgasms with my younger lover.
We live in a downtown walk-up, myself, my husband Brad, my sixteen year old daughter, my namesake, and our fifteen year old son, Devon. Myself and my husband worked long hours, but we had both arrived at a place in life, in our jobs, that we could relax some and not work as many hours. At least that was the hope. In truth, we still worked too hard; to many hours. We had both agreed that we would try. That we would truly make an attempt to cut down on the hours of work we each put in at our prospective jobs. It was because of this, that I was home a bit early that day.
When I walked into the kitchen my husband was talking to Connie. Connie was our twice a week tutor for my teenage children. Young, beautiful, so sweet and what we both, myself and my husband, thought of as an innocent. Our children loved her almost as if she were a younger aunt. Connie was working her way through college and her plans were to get her teaching credential. She had been a big help with the kids schooling, and she was and is a very special young woman to the entire family.
It was at this point that I realized my husband was attracted to her. Why I had not seen it before I have no idea. But, I guess I had been so busy with my own affair I had missed that Brad had his own thoughts outside our marriage bed. I did not think much more about it that day, or even for a few days following. But I saw her again the next week, looking at my husband. There was just something about that look. After that I had a thought from time to time.
After the affair our sex life had picked up. It was getting better. Brad seemed to want me every night and I was not complaining. There was something he was not telling me because he suddenly wanted me in every position, fucking me like a mad man and I loved being wanted the way he was. There was an ardor to his need for me, a need as when we were first married.
My sexy husband was on top of me, looking down, my eyes closed which was my habit as he slid his cock slowly in and out of my needy pussy. He suddenly said, "So..., baby, who is better..., me or your lover?" I was in complete shock, and I am sure that was his intent. My eyes came wide open, and I just did not know how to respond. My husband, my Brad had an evil grin on his face. "It's okay, baby," he said as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of me. "I know you have been fucking someone else. Our sex life is so much better... So I am not upset. But, is he better then me?"
I was shocked. That he did not mind, and in truth I liked both Carlos and my husbands cock inside me. "Baby, you will always be the best fuck I ever had. Are..., are you sure you are not mad? " I asked nervously.
"As long as I get mine, and you are safe, I don't care love. You are mine, correct baby?"
"Of course my love, now fuck me. Fuck me hard baby."
It was the following week that I suddenly had and idea. It might be a long shot, but I thought Brad deserved a treat. I kept thinking about the looks between my husband and Connie. She is beautiful, sweet and sexy. I was sure my husband would love to have a bit of fun with her. I hoped that she would not mind a bit of fun with my husband.
I intentionally took that Tuesday off. Connie's days were Tuesdays and Thursdays to go over their homework and help them with anything they might be struggling with. She came early on Tuesdays just to visit as she had only one early class that day. After that class, after she arrived at the house, I kept probing Connie's state of mind by asking her leading questions, or making comments. I had a difficult time gauging what she thought, until I made one comment. I made a remark about how good my husband was in bed. Finally a reply I could get into, "Oh, I can imagine. He is a great looking guy." She sort of blushed and then continued, "You are a lucky woman. I mean..., I am not ready to settle down. But, if I do some day, I hope it is a guy like Mr. G..."
"Settle down with, or hop in the sack with?" I asked with a wink.
Again she blushed, "Oh yeah, your Brad is definitely the...," she sort of hesitated. "I just mean he is sexy. Sorry, I did not man to cross a line Mrs. G. I hope I did not offend you."
"First of all, no, you did not offend me. Second of all, can you please call me Louise and call my husband Brad. Especially since I am going to propose something..." Connie looked at me quizzically as I continued. "I will start by saying that I had an affair."
The look on her face was priceless as she responded, "You what? You cheated on Mr. G., I mean Brad?"
I sort of laughed. "Yes, I did. But, before you hate me, he knows about it and it actually helped out our sex life. He was not upset at all when he found out, and I have to tell you it has really improved his game. It turns him on to think of me with another man. "
It was her turn to laugh and she looked at me, "Why, may I ask, are you even telling me this."
We were sitting at the kitchen table and is was at this point I decided to reach across the table and put my hand on her arm. "Okay, I know you come over generally on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But, this week, do you think you could come over Friday? I will pay for your time, if you need me to. "
"I guess..."
She hesitated so I asked, "You did say you had no plans for the weekend, right?"
Again a small giggle. "No, not really. But what did you need me for? Does one of the kids have some kind of special project?"
"No, no. It's not for the kids. It's for me. Or.., really, for Brad."
Again that cute quizzical look of hers, "What ever do you mean Mrs., I mean Louise?"
At this point I stood up and said to her, "Come, follow me." I walked her up the stairs to the second floor and into the master bedroom. It was directly to the right of the stairs on the second floor, after a left hand turn on the landing half way up. I placed her in front of the full length mirrored closet doors. Behind her on her left, my hands on her shoulders I said, "Look," I began, "do you see how pretty you are. Actually I think gorgeous, or sexy is a better description." And it is. She is shorter them me, perhaps five feet four inches tall. Dark, short hair cut in such a style it made the twenty-one year old look even younger, and sexier. Dark brown eyes, a small and perfect nose, full and sensual lips. Her figure so perfect. A trim waist, flat stomach, small breasts that she hid in baggy clothing at all times. But I could see through that. I had noticed a long time before this that she had a nice figure. She is as I said, gorgeous.
I stand about five feet eight inches tall. Long, lustrous dark hair. I am pretty, if not in Connie's league but I have a very nice body. I wear a D cup and have a flat waist with only a couple of stretch marks from having had two children. My ass is round and still firm, and I have long sexy legs. My husband loves my legs.
Again she blushed. "Louise..., slightly pretty perhaps. Nothing special."
