Here is the final chapter of the Amber saga. All is revealed to Steve, and then the story concludes with one last hoorah, as it were.
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There I was standing there my mouth gaping, much as Amber had been minutes before. I held my now limp biscuit in one hand and the other hand entangled in my sister in laws hair.
"That was the hottest orgasm I ever saw, Steve," still reverberated in my head. My wife was standing at the doorway to the basement with a look of happiness on her face.
I am sure that my facial expression must have been a comical mixture of shock, horror and confusion. I had just blown my wad all over my sister in law's face, so recently that it had not even had a chance to dribble down her skin very far.
Maureen walked into the basement with Kim following close behind. Maureen came over to Meredith and I, then trailed her finger along a line of my cum. The cum laden finger rose slowly to her mouth Maureen then licked it off and moaned softly. I stood there flabbergasted that this woman was my wife and was not screaming at me about what had been happening. All of the years of how infidelity would lead to an immediate divorce yet here she stood catching me red handed, and nothing.
Kim walked over to Amber, her arms circling around her 'sister' tenderly as I looked at Maureen and waited for the explosion of Krakatoa that did not come. Almost as if she were talking to a kid, Maureen said, "Come on honey, grab a whiskey and your cigarettes, we'll go talk outside, just the two of us."
I nodded, stunned still.
Maureen giggled, turned to Kim saying, "Honey will you clean my husband's hand off?"
Kim walked over took my wrist in one hand while the other started prying my fingers free of my cock. It was incredible to behold as this young woman brought my hand up to her face. Gently she started licking along the edge of my forefinger her tongue alternating between soft and hard licks, and then she started on the webbing between my thumb and hand. She sucked it into her mouth; her eyes fluttered closed as she licked each little drop of cum off my hands, sucking my fingers one by one into her mouth. I stood watching her intently, her nipples hardened noticeably in her loose fitting blouse. A moan escaped me as the reality of her lips far surpassed any imaginings I may have had of them before.
I was watching Kim so intently that I did not notice any one move until I felt a warm mouth suck in my limp dick. As my blank mind froze into a comatose state, I felt a tongue probing my piss slit. It could only be Maureen. I looked down to see my wife looking up at me as she sucked harder and harder on my cock. While she tried sucking the life back into my prick, I was still stunned, unable to respond favorably to her cleaning the cum off my cock.
With a last flourish around the head, which made my knees wobble, Maureen stood. Taking both of my hands in hers, she guided me upstairs. I vaguely remembered where we were going and why, then called downstairs, "Amber, get me a bucket of ice, a glass and the whiskey."
I did not hear a response from her, my ears ringing with the numbness of nothing that was in my head. Maureen led my naked derriere outside, and then sat me in one of the chairs. "Stay right here honey, I will be right back."
Amber came out with the fixings for whiskey as Maureen headed in. She placed the tray on the table next to me. She looked at me and asked, "Uncle Steve, may I kiss you?"
That was the most reasonable thing I had heard in the last five minutes and nodded. Amber's lips were soft as they contacted mine; tentatively, her tongue barely pressing passed her own lips. My body took over, knowing what to do. One hand wrapped around her neck, holding Amber fast, as my own tongue fired to life, thrusting itself deep into her mouth. My other hand cupped one of her massive tits; I pressed it against her rib cage with her nipple in the center of my palm.
Amber dropped her hand onto my cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. While memories of the movie theater filled my mind, I felt myself begin to stir in her hand. Breaking the kiss off Amber looked into my eyes, the emotions in them loving and kind. "Uncle Steve, your pleasure is the most important thing to all of us."
It was amazing; the cure for shock is to have a naked eighteen-year-old kiss you while stroking your cock. I looked at her whispering, "Thank you, honey. Believe it or not I really needed that."
Amber smiled at me, "I am glad I could help, Uncle Steve. Is it okay if I free Mom from the chair?"