Caleb Stewart opened his eyes and rolled over on the bed, momentarily confused when he found that the space next to him was vacant. He smiled and sighed as he caressed the pillow that belonged to his wife, still able to feel her warmth. Last night had been one hell of a night.
He got out of bed and put on some clothes. Stretching and yawning, he exited the bedroom and made his way down to the kitchen. There he found his wife Lynn, seated at the table, eating her breakfast. Just the sight of her was enough to stir his loins.
He and Lynn had been married for over 10 years. They had been introduced through mutual friends and had quickly become very close. Though Caleb had been in many relationships, none of them panning out into anything long term, he didn't really imagine that he would end up married, much less to a white woman. After 2 years of dating, the two of them had been engaged and tied the knot in Myrtle Beach. Since then, he couldn't imagine life without her.
Lynn worked as a nurse and had worked at the same hospital for over 20 years. When she wasn't working, she and Caleb enjoyed a wonderful lifestyle. The two of them went out with their friends to parties and restaurants, vacationed all over the world, and always made time for dates. Last year, they'd taken a cruise to Italy, coming home with great souvenirs and memories. The icing on the cake that was their life was that Lynn had a healthy sex drive.
Caleb was her second marriage. Apparently, her first husband had the sex drive of a hill of dirt, only giving her obligatory sex on her birthday and their anniversary. His loss was Caleb's gain; he was willing to give it to Lynn whenever she needed it. All of those years of being sexually neglected often meant that, barring illness, work, or fatigue, Lynn was often the one to initiate sex between them. Caleb often thought that she was trying to make up for lost time.
Everyday felt like a treat. Whenever Caleb came home from work, he knew that there was a good chance that he was going to find Lynn waiting to pounce on him like an animal in heat, no matter what day of the week it was. Just last night, he came in the house to find Lynn only wearing a bathrobe. When she dropped the garment, their conversation devolved into bestial grunts and moans. They had feasted on each other's bodies for hours, only stopping to eat dinner.
Lynn was no beauty queen by any means, with her dimpled chin and short brown hair, but Caleb couldn't even imagine being with another woman. She still had a nice rack and an ass that you could bounce a nickel off of. With his good job at a plumbing supply company, his plan was to retire, move down to Florida, and spend his golden years chasing Lynn around the house naked.
"Morning," Caleb said as he stooped down to kiss his seated wife.
"Morning," Lynn said after their kiss. "There are some eggs on the stove if you're hungry. I was going to make some bacon, but I forgot to buy some."
"That's okay," Caleb said, grabbing one of her breasts and gently squeezing it. "I think you got enough pork last night." He felt her nipple harden within his grip.
"Play your cards right and I'll swallow some of that pork today," Lynn said with a smile.
Caleb chuckled before relinquishing his hold on her chest and helping himself to the eggs on the stove. Lynn had tossed in some diced peppers, onions, and Old Bay seasoning. He poured himself a cup of coffee and then planted himself in the chair next to her.
"So, I was going to mow the lawn and then take the rest of the day to just relax," Caleb said. "Do you want to maybe go for a run later? If you're feeling lazy, we could always have a lunch date downtown."
"That sounds good." Lynn said. "Actually, there's something that I need to talk to you about."
Caleb tensed. Usually, when he heard that line from Lynn, it didn't precede good news. He tried not to let the dread show on his face as he listened to her.
"Wendy's coming home for the summer."
"Okay."
"Look, I know things have been weird between you guys..."
"Weird?" Caleb said incredulously. "Lynn, she was blowing me in my sleep!"
Lynn sighed and rubbed her temples. Caleb hated seeing his wife this stressed, but he needed to be heard. I'm sure there weren't many men who could or would complain about their stepdaughters trying to have sex with them.
Wendy was Lynn's 19-year-old daughter from her first marriage. Lynn had shared custody of her after her divorce, so she spent alternate weekends and some holidays with her and Caleb. Even though he wasn't her real father, Caleb had tried to love Wendy as if she were his own. The three of them would often go to theme parks, sports events, and fishing trips together. Wendy even called Caleb on his birthday and the two would talk for hours.
But then, after she turned 18 last year, their relationship changed. When Wendy would stay at the house, she'd wear the skimpiest clothing. Often, she refused to even wear undergarments, and, more than once, Caleb would see her sunbathing by the pool. He thought it best to say nothing; she was a young woman and shouldn't be ashamed of her body. He also didn't want Lynn to think that he was being a creep.
That was until she started getting a little too familiar with Caleb. Sometimes, when Caleb would be watching television on the couch, she would sidle up to him, cuddling with him as if he was some big, black teddy bear. A couple of times when she had to leave him, she'd give him an extra-long peck on the mouth. It was at that point that he felt compelled to inform Lynn, who dismissed it as simple affection. Then, things got weird.
Last year, when Wendy came to visit for Thanksgiving, Caleb had woken up to find that he was being given fellatio in his sleep. At first, he thought it was Lynn, as she often did this for him, but, when he saw her still asleep next to him, he realized in horror who it was. The memory of him throwing off the covers and seeing his stepdaughter's head buried in his crotch was still fresh. He furiously yanked his still-hard member out of her young mouth and jumped out of the bed as if it were on fire. Lynn woke up soon after that and had realized what had happened.
Strangely enough, she didn't seem upset or shocked at what Wendy had done, just irritable that she had been awoken so abruptly. Her remedy for the situation was to simply give her daughter a lecture on boundaries. Caleb had hoped that would be the end of it, but, based on that hungry look Wendy had given him before she drove back to college, he doubted it. She opted to spend Christmas with her father and his family. Caleb had not seen or spoken to his stepdaughter since that day.
"Look," Lynn began. "Wendy is very fond of you. I think, being an young woman full of hormones, she...just had a misguided way of showing her affection. She's already assured me that she'll be on her best behavior: no grab-ass, no weird kisses, and she's not allowed in our bedroom. Does that make you feel better?"
"Kind of," Caleb said, warily. "It's fine with me, as long as she behaves herself."
"I know, baby," Lynn assured him.
A few weeks later, Caleb pulled into the driveway and found Wendy's car sitting in his spot. His heart filled with dread as he cut the engine and walked up the driveway. In the house, he found his wife and stepdaughter lounging on the couch and watching HGTV.
"Honey, you're home!" Lynn said. "Look who is here!"
"Hey, Wendy," Caleb said with a forced smile. "Welcome home."
"Hey, Cabe," the teen replied with a smile.
It was hard to deny that Wendy was beautiful. She had lovely blue eyes, dark brown hair, and full lips that she clearly didn't get from her mother. Getting up from the couch, she sauntered over to the kitchen. Try as he might, he couldn't help but notice the way her round ass and hips swayed in those jean shorts. With her out of the room, he quickly walked over and gave his wife a kiss.
"I'm going to go upstairs and change," he told her.
