Two Horny

It's been quite some time since my last post because I've been thinking quite hard about how I want these next few chapters to go. For those who have read all the other parts of this story and expressed your dislike of Casey, I have two words: unreliable narrator. In any case, this should be the second or third last part of this story, and then I'll be moving on to something else. Thank you all for reading, but a small warning ― this part is plot-driven, with little action, and serves to set up Part Five.

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We spent the ten minute drive to the Mercers' in silence, my few attempts at conversation angrily rebuffed or ignored. As I turned into the driveway and parked my son continued giving me the cold shoulder, flinging off his seatbelt and slamming the door behind him as he stalked up to the house. He was angry, and some would say rightly so. I knew he was busy, and I knew that he was angry at being forced to use up what little free time he had to clean somebody else's pool.

But I couldn't tell him the truth.

Alice greeted us at the door, hugging Andrew warmly and beckoning us both into the house. She was wearing a fluffy white robe and her eyes were red, so I knew she'd been crying again. Alice had been crying quite a bit lately. She tried to put a brave face on it, but I had known for some time now things weren't going so well for her and Paul, and I was determined to finally get to the bottom of it.

"Thank you so much for coming Drew, I know you must be busy so I really appreciate you coming by," Alice said, and with some satisfaction I noticed Andrew was (if only temporarily) mollified.

"It's no problem Mrs Mercer," he said awkwardly, and made his way outside.

Alice watched him go with what was supposed to be a smile on her face, but she couldn't quite pull it off. "He's growing up into a fine young man Casey," she said. "I'm sure all the women will be chasing him soon."

"Don't try distracting me from what's going on," I told her, steering her into the kitchen and sitting her down as I started to make us both tea. "I could barely understand you on the phone last night, and you've been avoiding me and all of your other friends for nearly two weeks. We're worried about you, and something is clearly the matter."

I served Alice her tea and sat opposite, waiting expectantly. She said nothing, avoiding my gaze. "I'm not going anywhere until you talk to me and you know it," I told her gently, taking a sip.

"I don't want to talk about it," Alice said abruptly, pushing her tea away untouched.

I pushed my tea to one side and leaned across the table, taking her hands in mine. "Well, I think you need to. When I've tried talking to you on the phone, you've dodged the question. The last four times I've tried to arrange times to meet up or I've dropped by here, you've avoided me. We've been friends for a long time, and frankly your behaviour is beginning to worry me." I rubbed her hands in what I hoped was a sympathetic manner. "I want to help, but I can't unless you tell me what's bothering you. So please, just tell me."

Tears beaded in Alice's eyes, and I quickly passed her a box of tissues. I sat there in silence, rubbing her hand as she dabbed at her eyes and got herself back under control, hoping she'd finally tell me what was going on.

"Paul's having an affair," she suddenly sniffed. I was stunned. I'd known Paul almost as long as Alice; he was John's best and oldest friend. He was practically an uncle to Jessica and Andrew.

"An affair?" I said flatly, not wanting to believe it. But I knew Alice, and she wasn't one to jump to conclusions without evidence. I also knew that if it was true, their marriage was over. Alice's father had cheated on her mother multiple times, and she'd always put a lot of weight in remaining faithful in a relationship. It was such a big thing to her that she'd almost cut ties with both Paul and I after the drunken accident that lead to the four of us swinging together.

Alice nodded, wiping her eyes with her hands. "I think it's been going on a while now," she said, her voice somewhat unsteady. I felt a stab of sympathy. "One of Amy's friends, Kylie told me."

"And you believed her?" I asked, surprised. Kylie was a lovely girl but tended to be a bit of a scatterbrain and was easily confused.

"Not at first, no," Alice said, understanding what I'd meant. "But she made a lot of sense, and she had a friend to back her up." She paused for a second. "It turns out Paul's slept with two or three of Amy's friends, and at Amy's last birthday party he hit on Kylie."

Alice paused and her face screwed up, so I passed her another tissue. She thanked me quietly and blew her nose.

"Kylie said she didn't say anything then because she thought Paul was just kidding or had had too much to drink, but then she saw him with her roommate. Or, rather, she walked in on them as they were going at it in the living room."

"Oh," I said, at a lack of what to do. I mean, what do you say to your best friend when her marriage of twenty-plus years collapses?

"The girl Kylie brought was from Amy's year at school ― not one of her close friends, but still in her class. Her name was Sarah or Sophie or something. Anyway, she was one of the other girls that slept with Paul; she said they were together for five months. She met him while he was meant to be visiting Amy at university, and she didn't know who he was until she saw a Facebook post. She broke it off after she realised he was married, and seemed genuinely upset about it when she spoke to me."

I pause briefly, then asked as gently as I could, "What are your plans now then? If you need somewhere to stay, you're more than welcome to stay at our place. Amy too, if she wants."

Alice smiled. It was watery, but it was there. "That won't be a problem," she said. "I've already told Paul to get out. He argued over it, but after I spoke to his mother and told her to expect a visitor, he had no choice. She wasn't very pleased to hear what he'd done, and I'm sure he'll find the next few months very unpleasant."

"So your marriage is over, then?"

"Yes," Alice said. Her voice trembled slightly, but apart from that she looked remarkably composed. "I've already spoken to a lawyer but I'm sure Paul will want to settle this out of court. He's up for a big promotion, and he won't want his chances sullied by being involved in a court case, even if it is just for a divorce."

Divorce. The D-word. I knew that's where she was going, but it was still a blow to hear her say it. Sudden insecurities about my own marriage stirred within me, and I thought about how much John and I were drifting apart lately. Could we too, be headed down that road?

Alice levelled a finger at me. "What's wrong?" she asked, and I heard a trace of the old Alice shine through her voice. She had always operated best when dealing with someone else's problems, but it wasn't fair to burden her with my petty worries when she was going through an actual relationship crisis.

"Nothing."

"Don't pull this with me," she said. "I told you what was bothering me, now it's your turn. Out with it?"

She had to nag me for a few minutes or so before I caved. I told her of my worries about my relationship with John and our children, how John and I were barely intimate any more and how stressed I was at work. I told her of how Jessica and I seemed to argue all the time, and how angry Andrew got at me all the time. I was surprised to find I was almost in tears by the end of it.

"The only thing that's really cause for concern there are your problems with John," Alice told me. "Teenagers are always difficult to deal with. I still have problems with Amy nearly every week, and she doesn't even live here for half of the year."

"I know," I sighed. "But it's exhausting, and I just wish that they would see I'm on their side."

We sat in silence for a few moments, and then Alice turned to me. "What exactly did you mean when you said you and John were having trouble being intimate? Do you mean sex, or actual intimacy?"

"Both," I admitted. "We only have sex occasionally now ― our swinging sessions with you and Paul are basically the only times that we're together. And we don't spend a lot of time together anymore either. I'm so busy with work by the time I get home, all I want to do is go to sleep."

"You two need to start making more time for one another," Alice said.

"That's easier said than done."

She frowned at me, and I mentally berated myself. Now was not the time to be making light of this; Alice herself had probably gone through similar issues with Paul before (and maybe after) he strayed.

"Is John home right now?"

"Yes," I said, surprised by her turn in questioning. "He has to go out this afternoon though."

"Go home then," Alice told me. "Go and be with him. Make a start now; why not?"

I looked at her. "What about you?" I asked.

"What about me?"

"Are you sure you don't want some company?"

Alice shook her head. "I'll be alright. Talking to you has made me feel a lot better, and right now you need to go home. I can drop Andrew back at yours' when he's done here."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes," Alice said forcefully. "Now go say goodbye to your son, and you can take me out for drinks tomorrow night."

I smiled and went outside to tell Andrew I was leaving and that Alice could drive him home. He nodded, but I could tell by the way he was looking at me he was confused. It usually took a whole lot of pestering to get me to leave Alice's on time, let alone early.

I hugged Alice at the door and then climbed into the car and, waving, drove off. It was sweet of Alice to make me go, and to try encourage me to be with John, but I hadn't told her the whole truth. I'd blamed our frustrating sex life on my massive schedule and being tired from work, which was partly true, but it wasn't the whole story. My problem was a little bit worse.

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Driving home, I thought about the real problem with sex with John. It didn't excite me.

That wasn't to say I didn't enjoy it, and that John was an unsatisfying lover. I loved my husband, and sex with him was just as good, if not better, than when we'd first starting going out. The spark of our love was not gone, but the thrill and the excitement of sex was, and it was that that I was missing.

To his credit, John had tried stirring things up. He'd experimented with food, with tying each other up, using blindfolds or having sex in public places. But nothing really worked. I still orgasmed, and I still enjoyed the sex, but we both knew that there was something missing for me. His attempts worked for varying amounts of time, but the end result was always the same. Something was lacking, there was some absence that meant I never really got my motor running.

Swinging with Alice and Paul filled that gap. For the first few times there was something bad, something wrong about what we doing, and it just enhanced the experience so much. While my enjoyment from the sense of wrongness eventually waned, I still enjoyed the sessions far more than I did when it was just John and I by ourselves. Which is not to say that it was Paul that got me going ― he was always a little too rough for my taste ― but merely the lewdness and frowned-up nature of what we were doing.

But that exhilaration had worn off, and with Alice's marriage ruined the sessions were a thing of the past. And I doubted that John would want to find another swinging team, and even if we did it wouldn't be the same. We were friends that swapped partners, and I had fed off the taboo of it. Swinging with a random couple would be a complete let down in comparison.

As I pulled into our driveway, I decided that Alice was right. I should try, regardless of whether I wanted something more. Allowing my marriage to suffer and a divide to grow between John and I because I had an itch I couldn't scratch was ridiculous.

I knew John would probably still be in his shed, so that's where I went first. I opened the door, and was completely shocked by what I saw.

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For a moment I didn't understand the scene unfolding in front of me. My husband was sitting in a rescued office chair, completely naked, with a writhing teenage girl astride his lap. The girl's face was contorted with pleasure, and it took me a second to recognise my daughter. John's hands mauled her breasts, squeezing and groping them roughly; his hips frantically bucked upwards, and I could hear the sounds of his dick rapidly hammering in and out of her.

As I stood, shocked, in the open doorway, they turned to face me. John's face looked pale and surprised, and he immediately stopped his thrusting motions. It was a surprise when Jessica, glaring at me through her messy hair, continued bouncing up and down on her father's lap, seemingly unconcerned that he mother was standing and watching their illegal union.

"Don't stop dad," she panted. His hands had fallen from her breasts, and she grabbed one and started using it to squeeze herself. "I need to come, and it doesn't matter now. She's seen us, so there's no point stopping."

I thought John may have objected to this, and when he stood up I thought he was. But instead he carried Jessica over to his desk and, sitting her on it with her back against the wall, began thrusting into her again. Both of them were grunting and moaning, and when Jessica suddenly squealed and convulsed, I knew she was orgasming.

"Come in me dad, come in me," she begged, and with a furious grunt John did, burying himself deep in her and suddenly going still.

I was still speechless, and when John pulled out and I saw he wasn't wearing a condom I was shocked further. I'd only been gone for thirty or forty minutes, and this is what I come home to? A part of me was furious, but another part of me was conflicted. Jessica's face was still flushed, and it was clear she had thoroughly enjoyed what had just happened. There was no sign she was coerced or forced to participate against her will. And John. He looked more relaxed and happier than I'd seen him in a long time.

And my underwear was wet. I couldn't deny it. I was incredibly aroused.

"Now, mum," Jessica said when she'd gotten her breath back, "You're probably a little surprised, but we can explain."

I wanted to step back, to leave, but it was as if I was rooted to the spot. This was incest, and it scared me. It was sick and wrong on so many levels, but I was so turned on.

"The thing is," Jessica said, looking at me cautiously as if to gauge my response, "That I've been pretty horny since I broke up with Mark. And I just got so horny that I made a move on dad. And he was pretty horny too, and it just kind of got away from us. I can understand that you're mad―"

"I'm not mad," I heard myself say. Jessica stopped, surprised.

John made a movement as if to step towards me but then thought better of it. "Casey, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I said. And I was. "It was a shock, and we've been having trouble lately, so I can kind of understand. You made a mistake, that's all. Granted a pretty huge one, but we've got a bit of history in that regard."

Jessica latched onto that immediately and rounded on her father. "What does that mean?" she demanded.

John hesitate, but after I nodded an okay he told her of just how close we were to the Mercers, and how we started swinging with them after a drunken accident at a New Years party. Jessica was surprisingly interested in this, and I noticed that after we submitted to her demands for more detail in what we did with the Mercers, she began grinding on John's thigh. I had no idea that Jessica was so active sexually; I think John shared my surprise, although considering how his wilting erection rose and became semi-erect, I don't think he had much of a problem with it.

After John had finished talking ― and by the looks of it Jessica was hoping to get him up enough to go again ― I added on my news that Paul had been cheating, and that Alice was divorcing him. John went silent, and I could almost see him worrying that the same thing was going to happen to us. I went over and kissed and him, and from the way he smiled and the relief in his eyes I knew that, daughter-fucking aside, we were probably going to be okay.

"So you're saying that dad and I having sex is like when dad and Mrs Mercer had sex, right?" Jessica asked. We turned to look at her, neither of us quite knowing where she was going.

"I guess so," I said. "Why?"

Jessica smiled. "Well we can do the same thing to get even then," she said.

My heart immediately started pounding. She couldn't mean what I thought she did, did she? And if she did, would I do such a thing? Could I? And the scariest thought of all: did I want to?

The dampness I felt between my legs answered for me.