Some years ago, my job involved a fair bit of travel. Whether to our offices around the country or to conferences and trade shows. If my travels took me to a city where friends or family lived, I always tried to find time to visit.
About ten years ago, I visited Cincinnati almost once a quarter for two years. That amount of travel is tedious, but long-time family friends lived there. We were very close growing up, and their parents were like an aunt and uncle to me. I stayed with Aunt Sarah and Uncle Ron the first time I visited. On all my last trips, I stayed with Lori, their daughter. Lori's second marriage had ended, and mine was beginning to crumble. We're the same age, and as kids, we were inseparable. During these visits, we found solace in each other's arms.
Shortly after the last visit, my job responsibilities changed. I didn't return for over eight years, except for Uncle Ron's funeral. Our affair ended as quietly and suddenly as it started, with no animosity or hurt feelings. We carried on as we had for more of our lives. During those intervening years, Lori became engaged, and my marriage ended.
It was the Fourth of July weekend, and with the ink still wet on the divorce papers, I packed my car and drove north to my hometown for a class reunion and a much-needed vacation. I took a side trip to Cinci to make a long overdue visit. I had no expectations other than spending quality time with Aunt Sarah, her daughters Lori and CeCe, and their grown kids.
So what happened that weekend threw me for a loop and brought my younger self, Will, back from his long-dormant slumber.
-- Let's Go Crazy --
After driving for nearly ten hours, I arrive at Lori's condo. The holiday traffic was brutal, and I was well over an hour later than expected. Lori and her fiance, Ben, are sitting at the kitchen table waiting for my arrival. They had made reservations for us to take Aunt Sara out for dinner, and I arrived later than expected. We needed to leave and only had time to freshen up and change clothes. They chose a new restaurant in Over the Rhine; the food and drinks were top-notch, and the service was outstanding. We enjoyed a leisurely dinner, caught up with our lives, and had a great time. Ben and I immediately hit it off, and mutual admiration quickly developed. We both knew we had shared Lori's body, and I knew he was okay with it. Of course, we didn't speak of it at dinner, but it was an undertone nonetheless. I think we both recognized we were remarkably alike, and as the evening progressed, it became apparent to both Lori and her mom.
Against their protests, I picked up the tab. We dropped off Aunt Sarah and returned to Lori's place around 9 PM. Ben mixes up some margaritas and does a couple of shots at the same time, explaining that he needs to catch up. He only had one glass of wine at dinner because he was driving. Lori and I join him for one before sitting at the kitchen table with our drinks. I'm feeling buzzed as I sit on the bench, and Lori almost spills her drink when Ben pulls her onto his lap. We talk about our lives, work, and kids when Lori mentions the similarities between me and Ben.
This wasn't the first time we met, but it was the first time we spent more than five minutes together.
"Until you two were in the same room," she says, "I never saw it."
"Really?" Ben sounds amused, "I saw it in the car on the way to pick up Sarah."
"By dinner, I saw it," I add, "past our physical similarities, we have the same sense of humor and interests. Twin sons of different mothers."
"Heh, I have that album," Ben laughs.
"Me too," I laugh.
"What?" Lori looks confused.
"Dan Fogelberg and Tim Weisberg..." I say.
"Twin Sons of Different Mothers..." Ben finishes.
Ben and I crack up laughing.
I take out my new iPhone, find the album, and hit play. "Twins Thene" starts playing.
"I remember that song," Lori says after the second song starts.
Ben asks me to pour another shot for each of us. We are all more than a little drunk.
-- Like a Prayer --
We chat at the kitchen table for the next hour. My iPhone provides background music; more than once, we sang along with some songs from our youth. Lori mentions again how she never saw the similarities between Ben and me until that night. Ben suggests it may explain her attraction to both of us. We all agree that his suggestion has merit. As we discuss this, Ben introduces the sexual component in the mix. I knew he knew about Lori and my affair, but I was surprised he would want to discuss sex. The look on Lori's face showed the same surprise.
He starts with what attracted him to Lori initially. Then, once they had sex, her inescapable sexual attraction. Ben is very open with his comments. Lori doesn't appear to mind, and she runs her fingers through his hair as he describes all the things about her that turn him on. His descriptions of Lori's sexual attributes are explicit. He talks about her small tits, how it feels to be inside her, to how she cums. All the while, Lori is sitting on his lap, and it looks like she thoroughly enjoys the attention. This conversation almost dumbfounds me, and then he asks me what I like about Lori.
He wants me to tell him how Lori turns me on. Really? I state at both of them. Lori smiles and nods at me.
"Come on, Bill," Ben eggs me on, "what makes you want to fuck this beautiful lady?"
A song by Prince plays.
What the hell, I think; not wanting to throw cold water on our discussion, I agree with him on all points before adding a few myself. I decided to go for it and describe the first time Lori and I had sex. I go into great detail about that night in the basement of her parent's house...
We got home from the casino and changed into shorts and T-shirts. We sat on the loveseat watching TV, and Lori told me she had so much fun that night. She said she felt so good when people thought we were a married couple and how turned on she got when we played along, held hands, and kissed. Lori snuggled up against me, and I kissed her. We kissed passionately for several minutes. When we finally broke the kiss, we were both breathing hard. We looked into each other's eyes and kissed again. This time our hands caressed our bodies. Soon we had our shirts off, and I was sucking her tits, and my hand was in her panties, feeling her wet pussy. She held my head to her chest with one hand and gripped my hard cock with her other. I tell her I want to taste her pussy, but she stops me when I take her shorts and panties off.
"Wait," she says, handing me my shirt, "put this back on."
She gets up, puts her shirt on, and silently goes upstairs. I hear nothing above me, and a few minutes later, she reruns just as silently. She carefully closes the door to the basement, goes to the laundry room, and returns with a towel in hand.
"Everyone's asleep," she tells me, laying the towel on the easy leather chair.
I must have looked confused.
"I don't want to make a mess," she drops her shorts and panties to the floor and sits in the chair, putting her legs over each arm to spread them.
I get it now. Staring at Lori's glistening blonde pussy, I start taking off my shirt.
"Leave it on," Lori glances up at the basement door, "just in case."
I nod in understanding, watching her run her fingers through her wet fold, opening her pussy for me.
I step to her, leaning forward to kiss her. She stops me momentarily when she pushes her wet fingers into my mouth. I suck her sweet nectar from them and kiss her deeply, sharing her juices. I move down and suckle each of her breasts before dragging my tongue down the center of her abdomen until I reach her blonde muff.
She covers her mouth to muffle her loud moan when I suck her clit. I became insatiable; I attacked her pussy with my mouth, licking, sucking, and biting. I drank in her nectar and pushed my tongue into her hot channel. Lori held my head between her legs and covered her mouth with her other hand. She moaned constantly, and her hips bucked and churned. Within minutes I felt her body spasm, and her cum blasted into my face.
"Holy shit!" I exclaim.
