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It was mid morning when I discovered that I had left
my brief case with the government contract on my desk at home. It’d be
needed by late afternoon in order to close the negotiations that would
bring my company into the big leagues. . .close to a million in clear
profit if all went well. I reflected for a moment.
Here I was eight years out of the university with a beautiful wife and two
kids and a company with 140 employees and growing. My wife and I owned a
beautiful 6,000 sq. ft. rustic home on three acres in the suburbs where
our two kids could roam and play and we had furnished it together.
Claudia, my wife, was a good housekeeper and wonderful with the kids. She
had been loving and friendly and most intimate; seemed excited all I could
ever want in bed. We had made the two kids together in moments of pure
joy.
Then, two years ago, year Claudia had seemed to grow restless and bored.
It wasn’t anything specific that I could identify but when she suggested
going to work, I thought it might get her interested in life again. She
found a good preschool program and enrolled the kids before taking a job
as a real estate sales person in a large firm.
For a while, she had seemed her old exciting self; then her interest
seemed to wane. When she saw her eye a little red BMW sports car, I
thought, :She has no car of her own and perhaps that’ll get her interest
up again. I had bought it and presented her with the keys for an
anniversary present.
For her, life suddenly appeared to take on it’s old characteristics as she
was interesting and exciting again. She seemed excited as she drove her
new car with loving care.
Then, slipping out of my reverie, I thought perhaps it would be fun to go
home around eleven o’clock and pick up my briefcase; perhaps surprise her
and get a little pussy before taking her to lunch. It’d be a welcome
surprise as I’d never left work during the day before.
I was in high spirits as I drove up to our house and parked next to a
black Mercedes sedan. Strange, I thought; I wonder who’s here. Then,
dismissed the thought as Claudia had lots of friends and they were
probably having a gabfest or something. As I entered the house, all was
silent - apparently no one home. Again, I reasoned that she and her friend
were probably out in the little red sports car. . .
Then, disappointed, I went to get my briefcase and forego my tryst with my
wife. What made me go through the laundry room and bathroom into the
master bedroom, I don’t know. It wasn’t the best way out of the house and
I needed nothing from there. . .perhaps I just needed to pee.
Then, as I passed from the laundry room to the bathroom I heard noises. It
was my wife, moaning and crying out her passion as though she was being
roundly fucked. Still, mildly amused, I reasoned, she was probably only
using a vibrator for some solo time.
As I passed through the bathroom to the master bedroom, I was greeted with
the full impact - there on the bed my beautiful wife Claudia was laying on
her back while David, her boss, was thrusting his cock into her willing
pussy. Realization came quickly for me as I watched the lovers on the bed
who were totally engrossed in their act. They were driving each other
towards a violent conclusion as David’s big cock slammed into her belly.
With each downward thrust, Claudia’s butt came off the bed to drive
herself upwards on to his waiting pole.
There was a familiarity there which told me iot wasn’t their first such
tryst.
I watched for a minute, maybe longer, as my blind rage took over. What the
hell’s going on here?” I screamed and David stopped what he was doing only
long enough to see that I was bent on doing him great bodily harm .
Then, the bastard who had just made me a cuckold moved off my wife and
towards the door where I stood in his way. Ordinarily, I’d have been no
match for him physically but with my rage, my adrenalin was pumping and as
he lunged, my knee caught him squarely in the groin. With that initial
knee, he doubled over in pain so that my knee again caught him, this time
in the face. The sound of his nose breaking from the effects of the knee
was evident and as he hit the floor, the toe of my shoe slammed him
squarely in the ribs. As Claudia sat panicked on the bed, I continued my
asphalt with kicks and slams.
Slowly, my rage abated as I continued to pummel the now defenseless David
on the floor. Then as, Claudia, my wife, finally recovered from her
initial panicked state, grabbed my arm and cried, “Stop it. You’ll kill
him,” It was then that I realized that I had my revenge. With one mighty
kick into his testicles, I moved away from him.
My wife cried out, “I’m calling the police.” and David said, “No, not the
police. Call an ambulance and report that I fell.” So, the ambulance came
and as they transported the still naked David to the hospital with a
clearly excited and angry Claudia carrying his clothes in a shopping bag,
with them.
As they departed, I sat down on the unmade bed and cried. My world had
just been turned upside down and I needed to think. I had been betrayed
and cuckolded and my mind was a confused jumble of thoughts. Slowly as I
sat, contemplating, my mind cleared and my anger returned, as I began to
make a plan.
First, I withdrew all but $500 from our joint bank accounts in cash and
went to another neighborhood bank where I opened a new account in my name.
Then, I called and cancelled every credit card we owned. Finally, after
going to the office and closing the contract deal, I returned home to find
the children at their grand parents and Claudia cooking dinner as if
nothing had happened, waiting for me.
As we faced each other she spoke, “We have to talk. You’ve got to listen
to me!” and I replied, “No. We don’t! There’s nothing to talk about! This
marriage as we knew it is over. . .we will live together for the sake of
the kids until we can determine if we can stay married! It was decided we
would continue to sleep in the same bed and live in he same house and
always be there for the kids. Since my trust in her had been so grossly
violated, I made it clear that if I ever found out about her being with
another man I would ruin her forever.
Next evening, as I arrived home for dinner, Claudia informed me she had
been fired from her job. . . Then, she found that she had been
‘blackballed’ by her profession for misconduct and there was no other work
available.
Months passed into years as Claudia and I lived our sham marriage
together. The Claudia I had known and loved was gone; replaced by a
willful and angry person who sought only to fill her own needs and
desires. Still, I wanted the old Claudia back - the one I had loved and I
often made ovations to reunite us. She only seemed content with things as
they were.
It was in October when she came to me and said that she couldn’t live with
me any more. She was unhappy and she needed some excitement! She had been
seeing someone else! I simply told her, “OK!, If that’s the way it is, you
tell the kids and pack your things and get out.
By Christmas, I had the brought the household back into some semblance of
order with a governess for the kids and a cook/housekeeper three days a
week. It wasn’t a joyous time but the holidays passed uneventfully and the
only evidence of Claudia was a card for each of the kids from Las Vegas.
When the telephone rang in my office in February, I was surprised to hear
a woman identify herself as Kira Horton, Davids wife, requesting a
meeting. She seemed rather curt and businesslike as she made her request
and I agreed to meet her out of curiosity more than any interest.
We met for lunch at a small Italian place that I knew and as I approached
the door, a tall, lanky, washed out blonde stepped forward and introduced
herself. “I’m Kira.” she said as we entered the restaurant.
Then, seated in a booth, she began to tell her story. David had
disappeared with Claudia back in late November. His firm was also missing
nearly a million dollars which had disappeared at about the same time as
David. Lawyers and revenue agents had been pressing her to recover some of
the money. They had taken possession of her house and car and everything
they owned. She owed nearly a hundred grand to the IRS and she could no
longer cover the court costs that were involved. She had once heard her
husband say that I had been able to ‘snooker away’ all the money in my
wife’s joint accounts and sought my advice.
As we talked, I found I liked Kira. She was rather plain, completely open
and friendly and as I watched her I became aware of a certain grace in her
movements. Then, as we began to develop some trust, our eyes met and her
green eyes fairly danced with the fire of life. I began to question the
various aspects of her case. . .
Ii was mid-afternoon when I made a proposal to Kira. I would provide her
with a job as my housekeeper/governess/cook and in return I would provide
room and board for her and her two kids. With six bedrooms, in my house,
there was plenty of room. I would pay her kids child support in the amount
of $2,500 per month which was not touchable by either the IRS or the legal
hounds who were after the purloined money her husband had stolen.
As Kira considered the idea, she asked, “And what do you expect of our
relationship - you and I, I mean?” to which I replied, “Your job would be
strictly as I proposed and your personal life is your own. I will not
press you for more.”
So within the week, the new amalgamated family unit of Kira and her kids
and me and my kids was formed and operational. From the very first, it had
gone well as the kids developed an immediate liking for each other and for
Kira and I. All the kids responded well to our discipline although it was
seldom needed and we bonded together as a family unit.
Over a year had passed since our family unit had been formed when Kira and
I sat in our family room after the kids had gone to bed. Kira asked me,
“Do you ever miss your wife? The intimacy, I mean?” and I thought about it
before answering, “I used to miss her terribly but I’ve learned to steel
myself and it doesn’t hurt any more.” With the conversation started, we
began to open up and discuss the matter of sex openly. Kira said that she
was still young and missed it terribly. I responded that I too had
problems with frustration and unfulfilled appetites.
It was as we talked that I realized that I wanted to be with Kira. She was
suddenly a beautiful person and very desirable. Soon I felt my body
respond with arousal. . .
Suddenly, I blurted out without thinking, “God, You’re hot. You make my
blood boil and my passions rise. A man would be crazy not to want you.”
Then, I remembered our contract. . .I would not pressure her!
Kira listened intently and made no real response as I regretted my blunt
words. Perhaps I’d spoken out of line. Luckily, she didn’t seem to be
offended and I was off to bed. For the first time, I thought of Kira in a
different light as I lay in my bed preparing for sleep. I steele4d myself
. . .
It was the next evening as I came from work that I found Kira dressed to
the nines and a ‘sitter’ watching the kids as she said, “Surprise. You and
I are going out tonight!” Then, after a quick shower and change of clothes
we were off. Kira led me to the Embassy Suites dining room for an
exquisite dinner with just the right wine and a delicious dessert. As we
ate, She seemed to be flirting with me and I felt little tremors of lust -
I steeled myself and fought the urge to respond!
Then, with dinner over, Kira led me to the lobby and in the dark
passageway, she turned and kissed me on the lips. . . “I want to be with
you tonight, just you and me!” Stunned by her words, I followed her to the
elevators and was still contemplating the consequences of what she’d said
when we entered room 1221.
Then, inside the room, it was obviously well planned as a bottle of
champagne was sitting on ice and the big terry cloth bathrobes were placed
on the bed. The lighting was subdued and as it began to dawn on me that I
was being seduced, Kira stood beside me and asked, “Do you like what you
see?” I did and I said so.
“What changed your mind? . . .About our agreement that is?” I asked and
Kira smiled warmly as she said, “I need a wild and sexy guy and you’re a
wild and sexy guy. . . You’re the only one I know.” Still contemplating, I
asked, “What happens to our working relationship?. . .our composite
family!” I hope nothing. . . It’s working so well.”
Suddenly it all made sense. Kira was a very sexy woman and any man would
be proud to bed her. What had I been thinking all these past months. I
turned and looked into her eyes for consent before kissing her gently on
the lips. It was a light kiss with lips lightly caressing as she returned
the kiss and I sensed the promise of so much more.
Seated next to each other on the sofa, we talked freely now and discussed
our situation. Neither Kira nor I seemed capable of real love afer our
shattered marriages and we both had the strong urge of hormones. What
better way to satisfy our needs and desires than with each other. After
the second glass of champagne, I moved to kiss Kira again and this time it
was a much deeper and more satisfying event as our lips parted and our
tongues met. Then, we kissed again as we familiarized ourselves with each
other.
There was no sense of urgency as we explored each other for the first
time. The kisses seemed a fitting prelude to much more and we moved slowly
towards our objective. First, our hands explored those areas of flesh
exposed from our clothing and we felt our clothed bodies together for the
first time. We drew closer on the sofa as we sought to explore each other
better.
As our bodies touched and I felt her body heat, I was reminded of the
sensation from times past - something I’d forgotten until this instant! I
pressed closer to her and kissed her again, more passionately than ever!
My hands had moved automatically to her breasts and fumbled with her dress
in hopes of getting to feel bare flesh. Kira chuckled as she said, “I
never should have worn this dress. . .It’s made like a chastity belt.
Then, she stood and reached behind her back and with a few flicks of her
wrist, the dress fell to the floor where she picked it up and hung it in
the closet. Then, the half slip was gone in a single move and her
pantyhose was being peeled off her legs like a second skin! I watched in
awe.
Then, standing in her bra and panties, she performed a little dance for my
eyes as she moved towards me and started to loosen my neck tie and shirt.
In moments I was dressed only in my boxers and she in her bra and panties.
It was when Kira loosened her bra and let it fall that I first saw her
bare breasts and felt my arousal developing. Her breasts were small,
perhaps a B cup, but firm and high on her chest. They fairly cried out to
be touched and as Kira seated herself on the sofa, my hands commenced
exploring her tits. I found her nipples to be extremely sensitive and that
she loved to have the whole breasts lightly massaged. Then, after kissing
her on the lips and another look into Kira’s eyes for consent, I applied
my mouth to her nipples and suckled gently at first; then, more vigorously
as I felt her approval.
We made love slowly, enjoying the intimacy and familiarity! When she
reached to remove my boxers, I responded by removing her panties. It was a
simple intimate thing that brought joy to us both. Strange how Kira and I
were making love and enjoying the intimacy; yet, were not really in love.
Kira was a considerate and consummate lover and deserved my best effort
which I resolved to give her.
In due time, I had become familiar with her breasts and moved my hands
across her belly and over her mound into the warm, moist folds of her
inner labia. Soon, as my fingers felt her tender nether regions, my mouth
followed and finally my lips were kissing and laving her slot and
familiarizing themselves with her sex. As she cried out her passion, I
knew I was doing well.
Then, as my tongue found her clit and began it’s gentle massage, I felt
Kira respond more strongly than ever as I renewed my efforts. After
several minutes, I felt Kira move again to disengage my mouth from her and
place her mouth at the tip of my totally aroused cock. “My turn,” she said
as she moved to suck my waiting cock.
Suddenly, matters had changed and there was an urgency to our actions. Our
appetites were strong and our needs increasing. The gentle intimacy that
we had been enjoying had been replaced by stronger feelings. Those
feelings emanating from my cock as it was being so expertly sucked were
driving me towards a rapid conclusion. . .
This was not what I wanted and I tensed and pushed her back. “I want to
fuck you.” I said as I moved to kiss her on the lips. Our eyes met in
common assent as I moved over her and into position for coitus. Then, Kira
said a strange ting. “It’s been a long time so be kinda gentle help me get
familiar.”
As I moved to bring my cock into her, our eyes continued to communicate
and I spoke, “Yes, It’s been a long time for me too . . .too long!” Then,
I felt my cock slide into the warm, moist, smooth channel of her vagina.
As we came together, I remembered that old adage about sexual intercourse
was like riding a bicycle , once mastered it’s never forgotten. It was
certainly true as my pole entered her love channel for that first time and
the urgency we had felt earlier had become a compulsion driving us with
incredible force. It was no longer gentle intimacy that drove us but
animal needs that had to be fulfilled.
I began to thrust into her and she responded with counter thrusts from
below. Now there was nothing intellectual about our thoughts and actions;
rather a low form of animal gut instinct. Only those who have known great
sex could appreciate what we were feeling. . .it’s the greatest sensation
on earth.
We kissed and fondled and drove ourselves at each other in response to
those sensations coming from out nether regions with a passion that defied
any intellectual resistance had there been any. It was hot and it was wild
as we two lovers rutted together.
All too soon, I heard Kira cry out her peak - her orgasm - and as her
actions became uncoordinated and wild, I could hold out no longer. The hot
load that had accumulated in my testicles over the past several years
surged into her belly.
Then, as we lay joined together by my now flaccid cock, we congratulated
each other on how good it was and how wonderful it had been. We spoke
intimately and openly although the word love was never mentioned. We had
been in love once. . . perhaps it was better this way!
Back at home, later that day, we began moving Kira’s belongings into the
master bedroom and preparing for a new living arrangement. The kids
observing what was happening, asked no questions; rather seemed pleased.
All went well as Kira and I began living together. She was a good,
sensitive and considerate partner in all matters. Perhaps it was me that
seemed unable to commit to a closer relationship - intellectually I wanted
to!
A year passed; then two and our oldest kids were about to enter middle
school. I often thought of Claudia and wondered where she was and how she
was faring. I had loved her and even after all she had done, my feelings
ran deep for her. Kira seemed to understand my feelings and we discussed
them occasionally as she reported that she had similar feelings at times.
The family grew strong.
It was just over a year ago that Claudia returned. I arrived home from
work to find her sitting in our family room; dirty, disheveled and in poor
health. The effects of her dissipation were evident in many ways. She sat
on her duffel as she looked at me and, after a short greeting, remarked
that I seemed to have found a replacement for her in the household,
I replied that Tenn had been here for several years and she ran the house
well as she raised our children well. We had become a good team, Kira and
I, and amid my rising anger at her unexpected return, I wanted Claudia to
understand that I would tolerate no interference from her. My former wife
did not respond but it was Kira who said, “We’ve got to get this woman to
a doctor. She’s sick! You get the kids fed and I’ll take her to the
emergency room.”
Later, that night, Kira returned and told me that Claudia had been
admitted to the hospital for treatment of dissipation only after she had
agreed to stand for the hospital bill. She had been sicker than we had
realized and went immediately to intensive care where they treated a
general infection and mal-nutrition among other things. For a week, they
treated her; then sent her away from the hospital to the only possible
place for her to stay - our house.
There, in our guest room, Claudia was made comfortable and Kira fed her a
special diet, saw to her medications and washed and hung her clothes in
the closet. Then, she began to see to her personal care - even ordered a
beautician to do her hair and nails! Another week and she was able to come
to the table and take her meals with the family.
Gradually, Claudia was accepted into our family unit even as I silently
opposed it. Our kids, open hostile to her at first, slowly began to accept
her even as they continued to respond to Kira’s guidance and discipline.
So, there she was, contributing nothing to our family unit, taking the
sustenance and intimacy and affection it provided. She even began to gain
weight and soon she resembled the beautiful woman I’d married - older and
more worn by her life but still beautiful.
To make matters worse in my eyes, Kira and Claudia were becoming close
friends and I often saw them enjoying each other’s company. Each day she
fitted more comfortably into the niche in our family and I worried that
she might become a permanent fixture.
Then, on Saturday, while Kira and I were shopping and as we moved about I
expressed my concerns. Kira and I disagreed for the first time as she
suggested that Claudia had changed and was a good mother for her kids. We
returned home with our groceries in silent disagreement. During the next
week, I felt something not right between Kira and I and knew that it was
all about that disagreement! I silently cursed myself for causing it. . .
On Friday, I had to take all four kids to the lake to stay with their
Kira’s parents. It was a two hour drive each way and I was disgruntled
that I would miss the dinner hour at home. Then, with a stop at a roadside
diner and a hearty dinner, I arrived home after 2200 hours. Kira and
Claudia were nowhere about.
As I stripped to my boxers, turned out the lights, and climbed into bed, I
heard giggling in the hall causing me to wonder what those crazy women
were up to at that time of night and turned on my side to sleep.
Suddenly, the lights in the bedroom came on and as I rolled over to see
the source of the commotion, I saw Kira and Claudia enter the room side by
side in their matching green negligee’s and stand before me in all their
glory. Still half asleep and confronted with this unanticipated situation,
I waited. As my eyes were still focused on the two women who mattered in
my life they dropped their negligee’s together so that each stood facing
me in their pale green panties and bra. “Chose between us.” Kira said,
Finally, my wits had cleared and I replied, “Like hell I will!” as my
anger at their demand became clearly evident. That’s what I thought you’d
say,” Kira said and again on signal the women dropped their bra and
panties as they came forward and climbed into the big King bed - Kira to
my left and Claudia to my right. As they moved close to me in the bed,
Claudia said, “Looks like you’ve got us both.
Then, trapped between them, they moved to press themselves to me as their
hands caressed every part of my body. It was all rather disconcerting as
my ire at being used remained strong and I turned to Kira with a question,
“Why did you do this? What did you hope to accomplish?”
Kira responded that I was her best friend and lover but that she was well
aware that I still harbored feelings for Claudia. She reiterated that we
could never be man and wife under those circumstances - besides my kids
needed their mother. She offered many more reasons why Claudia was now a
part of our composite family.
Then, I spoke, not entirely objectively, about her cheating, lying,
deceitful ways and the pain she had caused. Her actions had hurt me and I
spoke freely in front of her about what a slut she was. Simply mouthing
the words seemed to be the cathartic needed to cleanse my soul and I felt
better than I had in years as I realized how hurtful I was being. . .
Meanwhile, Claudia lay with her body still pressed against mine, her hands
caressing my chest, as she responded, “I’m so sorry. It’s true. I can not
be trusted - not even by myself!” and I saw her eyes glassy and tear
filled as she spoke.
Then, Kira said words to the effect that Claudia was here and she wanted
to have a go at being with me again and that I still had feelings for her.
Why not get it on and enjoy the possibilities. . . if she leaves tomorrow,
I’ll still be here and we’re still best friends.
It’s no credit to my will power that as she spoke, it all began to make
sense and I felt a surge of arousal. In seconds it was evident that one of
those women was going to get fucked and I had to make an intellectual
decision. . .
I rolled over and kissed Claudia full on the lips. It was an instant
decision. . . made by my hormones and not my intellect. Claudia’s lops
parted and our tongues met. It was a deep soul kiss such as I remembered
from long ago. Kira, seeing my decision said simply, “See you guys in the
morning,” and trotted off to the guest bedroom.
Having made the decision, I found Claudia to be the soft, pliant woman who
had been my wife those many years ago. . . beautiful beyond belief! As I
moved to be with her, it seemed like there had been no intervening years
and our bodies simply molded themselves together. Her skin was like soft
velvet. Her breasts still soft and yet so firm. Her kisses were deep and
erotic as they pierced to the very depths of my soul.
As our eyes met and I read her need so clearly expressed there It was the
force that impelled me to a sense of urgency. I placed my hands on her
breasts and in response to her soft moan, I followed with my lips. As my
lips laved her ample breasts, I couldn’t help comparing those huge
mammarys Kira’s rather insignificant ones. Then, as my fingers moved to
her inner thighs to commence their move to her labia, she moved suddenly
and I found her with her hand on my phallus and her mouth poised just
inches from it’s tip.
When we had been married, she had always refused to do me that way but
now, she was about to give me head. With a cute smile towards me she moved
to kiss the crown before laving the length of my cock and I was enveloped
with the sensation of her sucking me off. She was good.
When I turned to get on top of her she held my cock in her mouth and I
moved to perform a 69 with her. As my mouth touched the smooth inner folds
of her labia, she responded with renewed effort on my cock and we were
lost in a world of sensation. All too soon, it was evident to me that
Claudia’s efforts on my cock were about to bring about my peak.
Of course, not wanting to deliver my load of semen before I had entered
her pussy, I tensed and backed away from her. “I want to fuck you.” I
said. She turned and rolled on the bed and once in position under me said,
“Put it in me . . .now!”
In seconds, I felt the soft, warm, inner flesh of her vagina as my cock
moved over her threshold and into belly. It was as I remembered and each
movement recalled those days long ago when we were married. We’d been, at
least I’d been, happy in those days. Our coital moves had been honed
together during our marriage and we were instantly familiar to each other.
We fucked expertly and with a certain finesse that I had long savored.
Of course, in only a few minutes, I felt the jizm rise up in my balls and
spurt into her belly. It was met by Claudia driving herself off the bed
and on to my cock as if to insure that she received all I had to deliver.
Then, it was over and we lay quietly talking to each other in the
afterglow.
Later, as I lay feigning sleep, I knew that what I had just experienced
was not what I remembered. Both Claudia and I had experienced too much and
what I remembered had been tempered by many hard knocks. There had been
too much pain and misery. Still, I had made a decision and now, with the
hormones sated, I realized what a mistake it had been. What a fantasy I
had been entertaining in my mind in those years since I had known Kira.
Then, after a fitful night’s sleep, I started to arise from the bed when
Claudia grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. She spoke with tears in her
eyes, “Tonight, I’ll sleep in he guest room.”
Then, with that settled, she raced to the bathroom and I sat thinking
about my good fortune.
That night, in the big master bed, Kira and I addressed each other
intimately. I spoke in the way of an apology hoping to find forgiveness
for having opted for Claudia on the previous night. In response, Kira
moved to kiss me in a way that brought us closer than ever before. It
wasn’t erotic yet it said so much as she spoke, “Was it all you expected
last night?” When I tried to explain what I had come to realize, she
seemed to understand - perhaps better than I did!
After our discussion, Kira seemed unusually horny - more urgent and more
demanding as she drew me over her and pressed me for coitus. It had been
unusual as I felt her move to get my cock into her as soon as possible.
Then, having achieved our coital union, she seemed rather to relax and
enjoy the sensations. We talked - frankly and to the point as we lay
together.
Suddenly, I spoke, “Marry me Kira!” and she replied, “Are you sure?” I
replied that I was now and I wanted it more than anything.
Suddenly, Kira was more beautiful than I’d ever seen her. She lay smiling
in the pale moonlight of the room; yet I saw her clearly and her aura was
like a powerful aphrodisiac. Not since my youth had I felt such feelings
as came over me at that moment - good, pure feelings!
I reached out to touch her - to feel her and see if she was indeed real or
perhaps just a vision. As I touched the soft skin of her shoulder, I felt
the essence of this beautiful creature. The sex that night was incredible
- without equal!
Today, Kira and I are married and completely committed to each other as we
are still learning to have trust again. Claudia lives in the guest room
and has an integral part in our family life. She apparently has no outside
interests and is totally devoted to all our kids and to our family. I no
longer harbor any ill feelings towards her nor do I feel any bond between
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