Building Beds (fm:adultery, 2952 words)

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It all started on a rainy Tuesday morning, as I was sitting in my basement watching TV and was bored out of my mind, when my phone went off. I checked to see who was texting me and saw that I had a message from my sister-in-law Racquel. She was texting and asking if I was busy. I replied and told her that I wasn't and asked if she needed some help. She said she did and asked if I could come over. I quickly replied, telling her that I was going to grab my tools and would be over shortly. With that I gathered up what I needed and headed next door.

Racquel was my wife's older sister and lived next door to us on the second floor of her parents' home. Her parents owned two houses, and we lived in one of them, while they lived in the other. Racquel and her girls lived in the second-floor apartment next-door, making it convenient for her to have help whenever she needed it. She had been through a lot over the last several years and every one of us, especially me, had gone out of our way to help her out.

She had been through failed marriages and relationships. She had two daughters, both from different men, and was a complete mess for the last several years. She couldn't get her life together, as it had all fallen apart. It started close to 15 years ago, when she had bought a house out in the Poconos with her husband. Their relationship went from bad to worse, and when she got pregnant, he left her. She was alone in the woods, and I ended up being the one who went back and forth with my landscape truck and trailer, moving all her stuff back to town, so that she could be closer to her parents. She eventually had her first daughter, and after a few years and several failed relationships, met another guy who she got together with.

They moved in together and he eventually knocked her up as well. He was an alcoholic and abused her, and that relationship went down the toilet quick. Once again, I had to go and pick up her stuff, and move her back home. Luckily her parents owned the two homes and always managed to vacate an apartment for her and the girls. It had been brutal, and I had seen it all with her, and been through it all with her, because even though I helped her very often, we always managed to butt heads. She was a tough cookie, and would try to manipulate people, but she could never get over on me and that really got to her.

After several years, she was once again at home and when the Covid outbreak occurred, she caught it twice and was even hospitalized. She went through an extremely rough patch and came close to losing her fight, but somehow prevailed and began looking at life differently. She even started therapy and was put on medication. After several weeks, I began to see a change in her demeanor, and she was much more friendlier and outgoing.

I was happy to see her doing well, because even though I had married her younger sister, I always had a thing for Racquel. She was always an attractive woman, with curves in the right places, and I had often fantasized about her and her curves. My wife knew that I wanted to fuck her sister and had given me the green light to do so, but I never acted on it. We had an open marriage, and could basically fuck anyone that we wanted, if we were truthful about it, and my wife had certainly enjoyed herself, but those are stories for another time.

So here I was, headed next door to help her out some more because after her issues with Covid, she also lost her job, and decided that she was going to start everything from scratch. This included getting rid of everything in her apartment that reminded her of her past and starting over again.

She had begun purchasing items, furniture and whatnot to redo the entire apartment and it was on me to put everything together. Luckily, I was off work in the winter, so I had plenty of time and had been over there quite a few times already. Each time I would go over, we would interact with each other, and we always had a good time. It was certainly much more fun and enjoyable than the way things had been in years past.

When I got upstairs to her apartment, I walked in and after greeting

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Lyn writes Sat 24 Aug 2024 18:27:

Love it !

Lyn xxx

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