It was warm, the first warm days of Spring, The first Wednesday night of May. We were sleeping with only a sheet over us, because of the heat ... not that there was anything over us at this moment.
"Oh, ohhh! Oh, David, David," I moaned to my husband, whose head was between my thighs.
I strained for a moment, and shuddered, and lay still. David scooted up next to me, kissed me ... I could taste myself on his lips ... naughty feeling, but nice.
David stroked my hair and held me, as we lay side by side. I could feel his penis, hard against me. And he whispered, "My turn?"
I looked into his eyes, then reached down to give his erection a squeeze. "In a minute, darling. There's something I wanted to talk to you about, before we get busy with house-guests."
"Now?" asked David, his erection softening a bit. Maybe I had him worried. "What?" he asked.
David's brother, Richard, and Richard's wife, Megan, were coming to visit. Richard was four years older than David, and Megan two years older than that. They'd all known one another as kids. And these days, David and Megan worked for the same bank, but not in the same place. David was a local branch manager, while Megan worked in the regional headquarters office, a couple of hours away from us. We didn't see them all that often, usually just holidays. This year, Megan had a bank meeting in a town near ours. David was attending that meeting, too. So, our home was the jumping off point for them.
"Is something wrong?" pressed David.
"Everything is fine," I said. "I just wanted to clear up a little mystery in my mind."
David lay quietly next to me, waiting.
"A couple of months ago, February, when we had Mum over?" I asked.
"If we're thinking about the same evening, how could I forget," said David.
"It was memorable, wasn't it?" I smiled in the darkness.
"June is rather a handful," grinned David. I could see the tips of his white teeth.
I said, "More than a handful! But, here's the thing, when you were licking Mum ..."
"With me in your mouth," he interrupted.
"Yes, well, it struck me that you were rather familiar, somehow, with what was happening," I said.
"Well," said David. "You have had me in your mouth before."
"With Mum, I mean," I said. "Familiar, you licking Mum."
David didn't say anything.
"Had you been with her before?" I asked.
David sighed. Deep breath. Then, quietly, "Yes. Are you angry?"
"I'm not angry, David," I said. "Have you been with her since?"
Long quiet, I could hear him breathing. "Yes. Now are you angry?"
"Not angry," I said. "With her often?"
Another pause. "Maybe once or twice a week," David said, sheepishly.
"On your way home from work, of course," I said. "It's her hair, down there, isn't it?"
"No! Well, not just that," protested David, quietly. "I love your Mum. YOU love your Mum. She loves us, and needed something, asked for me. We're family, she said. You'd be OK with it, she said."
"I am," I said. "And I've seen more."
"You ARE OK with it?" asked David, astonished.
"Yes," I replied. "Mum's happier. You're happier. Our sex life is better ... Hell, our LIFE is better, so I'm happy with it."
"Wow," said David.
"Yup," I said. "Wow. We're living in an erotic novel."
"Wait a minute, Karen," said David. "You said you've seen more. More hair? On some other woman ... more than your Mum?"
"Geez, you have a pussy hair fetish. But I'm not judging. Yes," I replied.
