The Vacation Wife by David Stone (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📕

“Believe me, I’m happy to stay the way I am. I like pubes, even if they get in my mouth.” She pretended to spit.

“Hey!” she continued. “We just had our first family meeting! We’re keeping our pubic hair! But Ryan still has to shave his balls.”

“No problem,” I said.

“How are you, honey?” asked Susan.

“Wonderful.”

“What can we do to please you?”

“Believe me, you have pleased me. Both of you have.”

She felt my cock, which had been dozing after the recent excitement. As ever, it responded post haste. She watched it grow in her hand.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” she said. She went to the bathroom.

Marci put her arms around me.

“Kiss me, husband, but I have to warn you, I probably taste like pussy.” I kissed her. “In case you’re wondering, I loved it.”

“Being with Susan?”

“No, that bike I got in grade school… Of course I mean Susan! I may just go straight lesbo. Will you mind terribly?” She used an English accent to say that last bit.

I pushed her down on the bed.

“Husband, are you going to fuck me? Have I been a bad girl eating pussy?”

“Marci, really…”

She laughed.

“OK, then just fuck me already.” She lifted her bottom and removed her panties. I was now in a quandary. Did I have to wait for Susan to return? Before I could delve too deeply into that concern, she did return and offered us both a stern look.

“What’s going on here?” she asked. “Husband, are you thinking of making love to this woman?”

“To be honest, I thought I might.”

“Good. I’ll watch.” She sat on the end of the bed. “Then you can make love to me.”

“Goody!” said Marci. She centered herself on the bed and spread her legs. I was feeling more adventurous, so I flipped her over and raised her to her knees.

“Oh boy!” she said. “God, I love it this way!”

I spread her knees and rubbed my cock up and down to find she was, of course, gloriously wet. I slipped inside and she flinched, then started to bang her ass into me. I countered with avid thrusts and she moaned, dropping her head to concentrate. I reached down and felt her breasts, pulling on her nipples, and she responded in her usual wonderful way. She made you feel like the best lover in the world.

“OH FUCK RYAN! GOD YES!!!” She bucked into me. I was losing control as she began to climax, whimpering as she chased it, driving her pelvis up and down over my cock. I felt her clit with my fingers and circled it. “OH FUCK!!! RYAN!!!” Her body spasmed, and I could feel her baring down on my cock, squeezing it with each pulse of her orgasm. It took all of my self control not to come too.

She fell onto the bed. My cocked slipped out and Susan was right there next to her with legs opened wide.

“Just come, Ryan. Don’t worry about me, just come as fast as you want.”

I slipped into Susan. She rolled her pelvis into my thrusts and I came in epic form--grunting, moaning, panting like a Paleo hunter on a kill. Susan whimpered in my ear. “OH RYAN! My sweetheart!!! YES! Come in me… Oh, that’s nice… Yes… Oh, my love… Fill me with your cum...”

As I settled down, she covered my face with butterfly kisses and made soothing cooing sounds, like a mother saying “there, there now” to her boy. Marci joined our post-coital bliss, stroking my back while kissing Susan’s lovely lips. We drifted from our earthbound consciousness into some broader awareness beyond our essential being. It was truly like that.

We were one organism with three beating hearts.

No doubt, the world would once again intrude and force us into our daily habits, drawing us away from these moments of bliss, but it could do us no harm.

We were one, and we were three, and we knew we were in it together.

Epilogue: 18 Months Later

ONCE UPON A TIME

“This sucks,” said Marci, hovering over the open dishwasher.

“What sucks?” asked Susan, sitting at the kitchen table. She was rage-texting one of her subordinates, her fingers furiously tapping her phone.

“They’re clean.” Marci held a dirty dish in her left hand.

We’d been here before. If either Susan or I dropped our guard, we knew Marci would put the dirty dish in with the clean dishes in the dishwasher and restart it. Frankly, I’d done the same when no one was looking, so I didn’t view it as a major character flaw.

“Oh, I’ll help you,” said Susan. She put her phone down and joined Marci at the dishwasher to help unload it. Having not checked in with each other for at least a full hour, during which time Marci had napped, they had a lot of catching up to do and fell into an easy chat.

I’d plugged in my own phone to charge in on the end of the kitchen counter and went to retrieve it. I saw it had been removed from the charger and replaced with Marci’s phone. Mine was showing a 10% charge. Her’s hovered around 30%, so I switched them out. With that subterfuge averted, I went outside to grapple with leaves I’d raked earlier that day.

As I was working, Marci, having finished emptying the dishwasher, which probably meant watching Susan do it, joined me outside. She sat on the edge of the deck to watch me work.

“Boy, it’s chilly out here,” she said.

“The onset of winter is often that way,” I said.

“What can I do?”

“You could help me fill these trash bags.”

“I didn’t mean work.”

We both laughed.

Before I could respond, and I had a real zinger already prepared for such a response from Marci, there was a knock on the gate. Greg appeared in the yard looking as handsome as ever.

“Hey!” he said. I greeted him and returned to my work.

“Is Angie home?” asked Marci.

“She’s in the kitchen,” responded Greg. Marci left to visit Angie, who was Greg’s very charming fiancé. They met soon after our