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when I lost it and exploded literally in her face. Winter gasped as the second blast splattered her neck, chest and my stomach and then a third followed by a fourth as I realized I had a hold of myself and was stroking through the finish. I lay there spent, ashamed, humiliated and a dead man as Winter lay basically naked beside me and said, “I’m really sorry." I exhaled and held her head on my chest as we lay there for several minutes in silence. It had been an accident, a couple of coincidences, and nothing really happened. Yeah. Whitney would say nice things at my funeral and then come home and burn all my stuff. I could see it now. Winter got up without saying a word and left the room with her thong still askew.

I cleaned up, put her half t-shirt in the hamper, grabbed a towel from the bedroom, and took another shower. By the time I was done, dry and dressed, the house was empty. Winter had gone to class and I forced myself to start work. Whitney came home around noon, slammed the front door, came into my office looking hot as ever in spandex and said, “You’re in a lot of trouble." I swallowed and said a prayer until she said, “Winter begged me to forgive her and said you were completely innocent, but am I to understand she walked in on you in the bathroom and saw you naked?” I swallowed but Whitney asked, “When were you planning on telling me about this?” I exhaled, prayed for immunity or at least a painless death, and said, “Never." Whitney inhaled deeply, a fucking erotic moment despite the situation, exhaled further stoking me, then asked, “Never?” I said, “Never because nothing happened. She stared for a minute but left when I asked her to." Then I tried something dangerous and said, “This is your fault though. Thanks again for leaving me no towels honey." Whitney huffed, gasped, exhaled a couple of times, then a miracle occurred and she blushed saying, “I know. I’m sorry."

She came to sit on my lap and said, “I’ll buy a shitload more and I’ll try not to be so thoughtless okay?” We kissed softly until Whitney rubbed my stiffening cock trapped in my slacks and said, “I came home for lunch." I grinned and we hurried to the bedroom. I peeled Whitney’s spandex off and she was not only soaking wet, her lips and pussy were red hot. I slid a finger inside her as I kissed and sucked on her breasts until she panted, “Fuck me." I ignored my wife as I slid down and began licking her sweet spot. It wasn’t long before she was moaning and begging me to fuck her, but I fought my urges and kept putting in work. I could feel Whitney's body begin to tense as I brought her closer until she thrashed, screamed and bucked through an intense orgasm. I was willing to keep going but Whitney pulled at me and said, “Fuck me right now." I slid atop her fit body until I was between her legs and slid slowly into her very wet, warm and tight pussy. When we first met and started dating, Whitney played hard to get, but once we broke the ice and had sex, she has been 300 percent full force sexually with me since.

I literally cannot think of a time when she said no.

For whatever reason, this was not making love and Whitney came home in a fuck me sort of mood, so I obliged. We were going at it like we had to be somewhere and I could feel my cock begin to throb when Whitney moaned, “No one fucks you but me." What? I tried to clear my mind but the wave crested and I saw stars as I exploded deep inside my wife as she screamed, “Oh fucking fuck” through an orgasm of her own. I kept going long after I came and it wasn’t long before Whitney moaned, “Oh God” and wrapped her legs and arms around me as her second orgasm enveloped her. Something we discovered a few months ago, if she really gets worked up, the second orgasm almost always follows the first. It’s a gift really! We lay there, me still inside Whitney, holding each other and soft kissing when she sighed, “I have to pee." I grinned and she said, “No” but I began to stroke slowly, deeply. Whitney whined, “No baby” but I kissed her neck, nibbled her stiff nipples, and continued stroking until she panted, “Fine” and spread her legs wide.

As wide as possible.

The access was unrestricted and I stroked as deep as possible while Whitney moaned and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. If I had lost some of it after finishing, I was rock hard now, again or maybe still, and I fucked my wife with a hunger. I could feel the pressure and my cock ached for release as I gave her everything I had until her body tensed, her hands gripped my sides, and we came together in a numbing finish. I was too blissful to consider the new record. Four orgasms for Whitney and two climaxes for me. I eased out of her, lay beside her spent and satiated, and she whined, “How the fuck am I supposed to go back to work after that?” I couldn’t think straight so I said, “Imagine if we met back in high school?” Whitney both gasped and moaned, “FUCK THAT! We’d have ten kids instead of one." I was too tired to laugh but it was funny. It was. Whitney is fixed, so am I… the way we have sex… Thank the Lord.

A couple hours later after another shower and a late lunch, Whitney was watching something on PRIME on the couch in my office and I was working when the front door slammed and Winter came into my office. It was odd and hard to figure out why, but she was wearing clothes. I mean like clothes that actually covered her body. Whitney was mouthing, “WHAT THE FUCK” to me as I asked her daughter, “What’s up sweetheart?” She told us about a paper on American History she had due and Whitney said, “That’s all you babe. I majored in cheer and boys." I rolled my eyes and said, “I can clear some time to help you tomorrow” and Winter said, “Thanks Jack” and left the room. Whitney was sitting up and asked, “What just happened?” I was still staring at the door where Winter had been when Whitney came over, pushed my chair back, and straddled my lap. I sighed as she said, “I know sitting like this means a trip to the bedroom, but I need you to focus." I nodded as Whitney glanced at the door and whispered, “I hoped never to have this conversation, especially with you, but now it seems like I don’t have to." I whispered, “Scared straight maybe?” Whitney shrugged and asked, “What else can it be? That’s the most clothes I’ve seen on her body since January." I sighed.

After another round in the bedroom and another shower, we were getting dried off and discussing getting more towels for real when Whitney asked, “I don’t have to worry right? You would never sleep with my daughter?” I said, “I give you my word right now that the only person I want to be inside of is you." Whitney smiled, dropped her towel to show me her perfect naked body, and asked, “Is that right? Can you show me what you mean?”

I did!

Winter was in a good mood during dinner, as well as fully dressed… something we weren’t used to… and she played video games while her mom did laundry and I caught up on work. That night Whitney and I made love and fell asleep happy and this morning I awoke to an empty bed. I was in the kitchen sipping coffee when Winter came out fully dressed in sweats and a hoodie. I laughed and she was clearly tired as she opened a bottle of water, sipped it, and asked, “What?” I shook my head and sipped my coffee until Winter asked, “Where’s mom?” I slid the note her mom left to her so she could read it and when she did she sighed and asked, “Are you still going to help me with my report?”

I nodded and said, “Of course. I need a shower so after you get dressed we can get started out here because in my office I tend to get distracted and want to work. I took today off to help you and then go shopping with your mom when she gets back." Winter sighed, “Okay. I need you to look at something without acting all weird on me." I frowned and said, “Okay. Let me…” but Winter blushed and said, “Not out here. Are you crazy?” I was confused and said, “Uhm, okay. Where? In the bathroom? In your room?” Winter said, “In my room because I’m nervous enough asking you as it is. I wish mom were here." I held up my hands and said, “I got you sweetheart” but she narrowed her eyes and said, “If you make me feel bad I’ll be mad at you for a long time." I was confused now but said, “I won’t, I promise” and Winter sighed, “Okay. Wait about five minutes and then come to my room. Remember you promised." I nodded and Winter left. I texted Whitney good morning and told her I loved her, but she replied, “Very busy. Love you 2."

Okay then.

I went to Winter’s room and knocked. She said, “Come in and close the door." I blinked. Close the door? I exhaled and saw Winter under her sheet with her sweats on the floor. Her hoodie too. Oh boy. I swallowed but Winter huffed, “Now stop it. You promised and this is serious." I exhaled again and moved closer. Winter started to pull her sheet down then said, “You promise not to start in?” I exhaled yet again then nodded. As expected, when Winter uncovered herself she was completely naked. An absolute Goddess at barely 18 and a few days, she was a heartbreaker and a dream maker combined. Some young man was going to know what Heaven was like if she chose to be with him. It was difficult to think, I was getting hard quickly, and bad ideas flooded my brain. I might have whispered, “What do you need baby?” I prayed for her answer and also prayed against it. Hey I have morals despite wanting to take her like I stole her. Winter blushed and said, “Yesterday when we… uh… fell… it kinda hurts down there." I couldn’t help myself and asked, “Then why is your top off?” Winter covered herself and huffed, “Damn it Jack. You promised me."

I rubbed my face, took deep breaths, said, “I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry” and Winter huffed, “Here I am trusting you and all you're worried about is my boobs aren’t covered. Fucking A Jack." I really couldn’t think and I was really hard now to the point of throbbing. I said, “Let me look” and Winter pouted, “Quit worrying about my boobs” as she uncovered herself again. A man can only take so much and I was almost there. I swallowed and looked at her soft, wet, pink lips and didn’t see anything but dreams and desire. Sorry. I didn’t see anything that looked unusual. Winter threw a TREE on the fire when she touched herself and asked, “Are you sure?” I was dizzy and trying really hard to concentrate when Winter pushed at me, shifted around, spread her legs wide and asked, “Can you make sure?” Can I? Can I make sure? Can I…? Oh my. I touched her wet lips at first like they might burn me but Winter got huffy and asked, “Really? I’m not made of glass Jack. I asked for your help, it’s okay to touch me."

30 images of Wile E. Coyote failing various attempts to catch the Roadrunner blowing up in his face flew through my brain.

I touched Winter's soft lips and she moaned. I know I heard it. I ignored the sirens going off, the prison door slamming shut, and touched her lips a little more. This time for sure she moaned. I looked at Winter and she was head back, eyes closed in bliss. That’s when it hit me. Not only was she very likely still a virgin, but I literally don’t think she’s ever been touched. Not by anyone other than herself. Always the good girl besides teasing me the last year, it wouldn’t surprise me to know Winter was untouched. I asked, “Sweetheart do you have any salve in here?” Winter blushed bright red despite being completely naked and spread wide for me. I soothed her by saying, “It’s normal sweetheart. Everyone does it, don’t be embarrassed. It’s how we learn about our body and what we like." Winter asked softly, “It is?” I nodded and she glanced at her side table, at the drawer, and I moved to find some salve. I said, “Just relax” and with two fingers I gently touched some of the cool salve against Winter’s pink lips. I might have jammed her with a taser the way her body buckled, her eyes rolled back, and she moaned, “Oh my fucking God."

Before I knew it her hands pushed at my hands until I had a finger pressed against her hot, wet entrance and she used it to rub herself furiously. I didn’t know what to do so I let her keep going until she had an obvious and very thorough orgasm that shook her entire body. I also realized my finger was two knuckles deep inside my wife’s only daughter. Trying to pull it out was futile as Winter had two or three orgasms or one really long, really intense one. When she was done and let go of me, she had a glow about her and she stared at me with glazed, adoring eyes as she purred, “Please don’t tell mom? It was an accident. You didn’t do anything wrong, I swear." I sat on Winter’s floor with my mind racing, just trying to think. My cock was so hard I couldn’t see straight and I wondered what to do but Winter decided for me when she pulled at me until I lay beside her and she just snuggled me until she fell asleep. No games, no messing around, just held me tightly. I managed to cover her up and some of myself but try as I might not to, I fell asleep with her naked and holding me.

And that’s how Whitney found us!

In a million years I would have expected tears, shouting, anger, threats, slamming doors, maybe even violence. What I got was Whitney touching, then holding my arm and whispering, “Don’t wake her up. Come here." I pleaded with Whitney using my eyes and she sighed, “I’m not mad. Come here." Somehow I eased away from Winter, got off her bed, then went out into the hall where Whitney closed her door and whispered, “Tell me what happened." I did and she just stood there unblinking, deep breathing, no movement as if stunned or frozen. I held Whitney who shuddered and asked me softly, “Tell me what to do Jack. I don’t know what to do." I kissed my wife softly then said, “Tell me you love me, tell me you won’t divorce me, then we can go sit down and figure something out."

Whitney stepped back, stared into my eyes, then said, “I love you and I won’t divorce you. Now take me in the bedroom and remind me why I married you." I grinned and Whitney blushed, closed her eyes, then looked at me and said, “She’s my only daughter Jack. The only good thing that came from a shitty relationship." I said, “There’s no scenario where I would ever hurt her or you and I think you know that because I’m still breathing." Whitney stared into my eyes, held my hand, then sighed, “Exactly." I took a deep breath, looked at my beautiful wife, exhaled, then said, “I need to talk to you about something." Whitney kissed my lips softly, stared into my eyes, then asked, “Am I too aggressive sometimes? Too fast or harsh?” I sighed and said, “A little, but I asked you to marry me because there is truly no one else like you. You might be my second wife, Whitney, but you’re the one that matters." Whitney inhaled, her eyes showed her arousal, and she purred, “You’re forgiven, now fuck me." I grinned and she asked, “Too much?” I smiled and said, “Perfect, just like you."

The talk about Winter’s curiosity could wait.

We went into the bedroom, wasted no time getting undressed, and we were fucking like sex starved teenagers within moments. I gave Whitney everything I had and she took it and panted for more. It was hot, sexy and exciting and that’s saying something since we have been lovers for more than 4 years. I was stroking deep, fast and hard while Whitney rocked her hips and pulled at me, panting, “Yeah…” and, “Fuck me." The pressure built, my cock was throbbing, and then a forbidden image of Winter naked, smiling shyly at me flashed in my brain and I practically fucked through Whitney in an epic, explosive climax. I was in a sex haze as I pounded my wife while seeing her innocent daughter and would have continued if she hadn’t grabbed my waist, said my name, then touched my face. I was gone, done, brain and mind scrambled, and I lay atop Whitney unsure what to say, think, or do.

That’s when she asked me, “You were fucking Winter… weren’t you?”

I lay there with Whitney holding me, rubbing my back, playing with my hair, then sighed and said, “I’m sorry." With a long, deep sigh, Whitney said, “You should be” then just continued to hold me, caress me, play with my hair. I turned to look at her and she was staring at the ceiling, faced me with a sad smile, we kissed softly, then she asked, “Are you going to leave me?” I shook my head then said, “Never. Not in a million years” and Whitney sighed, relaxed, then said, “I promise to let up. Not to be so aggressive and bossy, to appreciate you more, to thank you, and to slow down and love you." I said, “Baby, I never once complained” but she sighed, “You don’t have to. I know how I am and I know how I get. It’s always about what I want and you have to stand up to me. I’m not going to leave you Jack, not even if… you know… that happens." I blinked as Whitney said, “That is not permission, more like forgiveness, but if I’m honest, she’s just like me and will find a way to get what she wants."

We kissed for a few minutes, took a quiet shower, dried off then got dressed.

Winter was sitting at the table with her laptop, tablet and papers spread everywhere and asked, “If I haven’t been voted off the island, Jack promised to help me with my paper, and I have a favor to ask you mom." Whitney looked at me, exhaled, then sat at the table next to her daughter. I got drinks from the fridge, handed Whitney a water, gave Winter a Gatorade, and took a Pepsi for myself. I sat down, expecting the worst, but Winter surprised us when she said, “I have a lot of questions. Both of my boyfriends touched, grabbed and pawed me, but none of them have been as gentle, careful and patient as Jack was." I inhaled but Whitney didn’t look angry… more like curious. I definitely was. Winter clicked something on her laptop, looked at her tablet while we waited, made a couple of notes, then closed her laptop and asked, “Why couldn’t we trust each other and let what happens inside this house be our secret, stay between just us?”

I felt like I was encased in cement.

I couldn’t think or breathe, and Whitney just stared at me expressionless. After a moment or three, she looked at her daughter and asked, “What specifically are we discussing? What, how much and how far?” Winter smiled innocently at me and said, “I want to know everything so that when I meet the right guy I’m not clumsy or anxious, not nervous or confused." I closed my eyes and asked, “Are we talking about conversations or… or… other stuff?” Whitney stared into my soul and said, “You’re not behind this, are you? You had no idea?” I shook my head and asked, “Do you actually think I want a divorce? Do you think I would chase you for months, practically beg you to move in, buy you a ring and marry you if I just wanted to fuck around?” Winter huffed, exhaled, huffed again, then asked, “So that’s all I’m worth?” She stormed away from the table so fast and hard her chair went flying and papers flew around. As she slammed her bedroom door, Whitney came around, I stood, we held each other, and she said, “This is a minefield inside a minefield."

I exhaled and said, “Baby, I would marry you again and maybe you are a little bossy sometimes but you’re my everything." Whitney exhaled and said, “Thank you. You’re my everything but maybe right now wasn’t the time to agree with me that I’m bossy?” I laughed and she relaxed against me and laughed as well. Winter stormed back out to stand in front of us furious, angry and pissed, holding a backpack and her smartphone. She glared at us, maybe me, and said, “I’m going to Jenna’s until you guys remember that I matter." She slammed the front door and squealed the tires of her car driving off. Whitney kissed me softly, touched my face, then said, “I truly, genuinely apologize for ever thinking you were trying to sleep with my daughter." I blinked and she continued, “You have a non revocable free pass for the next time I get mad or upset, no matter the reason. All you have to do is say ‘free pass’ and let me calm down, remind me of this conversation." I was about to say something when Whitney touched my lips and said, “I know I treat you well. I love you to pieces Jack, but I have to treat you better. You’re not him. You’re not any of the men who lied, hurt or used me. I’m sorry, I forgive you, and I love you."

We kissed for a few minutes, held each other, then Whitney said, “Before we figure out dinner… before one of us calls her… I have a thought." I sat down and sipped my Pepsi, then stood and gathered Winter’s stuff. That was when Whitney sighed and said, “Well that did it. After everything that was said and everything that’s happened, you care enough to gather her things like a friend would… like a father would." I stared at my beautiful wife and waited, her points were always worth hearing. I didn't see this one coming, just to be honest. With a deep sigh, Whitney said, “I think we, meaning you, should give her what she wants." I gasped, choked and laughed, maybe all at once. I was stunned, shocked, speechless and confused. Whitney shrugged and said, “One way or another it leads to sex, right? Admit it. We were both 18, curious and horny, right?”

I exhaled, nodded, sat back down, and stared at my Pepsi.

It was suddenly really interesting.

Whitney sat on my lap and asked me, “Can you name one time we haven’t had sex since we slept together more than 4 years ago?” I smiled and Whitney blushed then said, “We’ve had limitless sex, played all kinds of sexy games, worn naughty costumes, done some sexy, daring stuff and on that same account, made sensual love on many, many occasions." I said, “If I could marry you again, I would." Whitney was visibly conflicted as she stared at me, then she moved, shifted, and straddled me, kissed me with my head in her hands, and finally asked, “I want you to do whatever she asks." I inhaled as Whitney said, “Even better idea. You’re going to apologize to her, make it like it was all me, be her hero, flirt with her, make her feel special, then when she’s ready… and you’ll know babe… you’ll know… then teach her anything she wants to know." I laughed, “So basically seduce her?” It backfired because quite unexpectedly Whitney said, “Yes. Exactly. Touch her, tease her, excite her, flirt with her. She asked for this, so give it to her." I asked in a calm voice, “Are you insane?”

Whitney clearly brewed then exhaled, “Maybe. Probably."

Oh. Well okay then.

Apparently our talk was over as Whitney got off my lap, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. We kissed, undressed, kissed some more, then she tried to take me in her mouth but I was feeling aggressive and grabbed her, threw her onto the bed, and her eyes lit up. I knew what she wanted. I climbed atop her, between her long legs, my hands found her neck, squeezed just enough, and Whitney went completely berserk. We fucked so fast, so hot and hard, we were laying there afterwards catching our breath and staring at the ceiling. When she finally moved to hold me, she sighed, “I am sorry for every single time I talked over you, dismissed you, raised my voice, doubted you or even gave you a dirty look." I smiled and asked, “Will you marry me?’ Whitney climbed atop me, worked to put me back inside her, her body vibrated, and she moaned, “YES."

25 minutes later we took another shower.

We were dressed and looking at menus, well she was while I used DOOR DASH and GRUB HUB. Finally she called her daughter and said, “Don’t be like that. I’m sorry and I would like the chance to prove it." There was silence as I closed the apps and waited until Whitney said, “Fine… I said fine. Yes. Okay, just come home and we’ll go there." Whitney stared at me, then whined, “You know I don’t like the food there, but fine, we can go to GOLDEN CORRAL." She hung up, exhaled, then said, “Well fuck my diet." I laughed and said, “Babe, you’re hotter than most 20 year olds and we both know it." Whitney smiled, sighed, then said, “True. You really do like my body." I said, “I do. It’s why I married you." Whitney narrowed her eyes, then laughed, “Same if you think about it. I kissed you on our first date, that should tell you everything you need to know."

We were doing laundry and talking about the fence out back when Winter came in, glared at both of us, then stormed to her room. Whitney stared at me for a long time then asked, “Do you trust me?” I nodded and she sighed, “Block out your morals, conscience and loyalty to me. Go flirt with her and treat her like you would me."

I gasped, “But we fuck like porn stars."

Whitney inhaled then panted, “Ok, maybe not completely like you do me."

I went to Winter’s door and knocked. She shouted, “WHAT?” I opened the door and slipped in, then closed it behind me. I inhaled because Winter was standing there in sexy white lingerie and she was hotter than the sun. I kept telling myself ‘my wife’s only daughter. She’s my wife’s only daughter’ but my desire kept whispering ‘she’s hotter than fuck’. I wasn’t sure hotter than fuck was an actual measurement, but it definitely fit Winter. She was bolder than yesterday or even earlier today as she just stood there more than half naked and asked, “What? What do you want? Another lecture?” The words ‘seduce her’ and ‘treat her like you would me’ were banging around and shouting in my brain so I took a bold, dangerous chance, stepped closer to Winter, and said, “You might just be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Winter blinked, her mouth opened then closed, she blinked some more, then she looked past me at my closed door. With narrowed eyes she asked, “So, either you have permission or you’re into me and have a death wish. Which is it?”

I exhaled then said, “Neither and both."

With a long series of slow, deep breaths in and out, she had me completely aroused, and just like Whitney insisted, demanded really, I pushed morals, right and wrong, even marriage and divorce way back in the deep recesses of my brain as I touched Winter’s face and asked, “Exactly how much do you trust me?” Winter stared at me for a long moment, then instead of answering me, she asked softly, quietly, “Will you teach me things?” I nodded, then held her and said, “Please promise me that nothing we say, talk about, or do will ever come between me and Whitney?” The tension in Winter’s body when she said, “Uh…” told me everything as I stepped back from her half naked daughter to see Whitney standing there with red, moist eyes. She held me and said, “I don’t think I can ever tell you or show you how much I love you Jack."

For the moment… the moment at least… the crisis was averted.

Or maybe just delayed?

Whitney and I left Winter to get dressed to go to dinner. We went out back and walked the fence line while holding hands like love struck teenagers. Whitney was talking about the new fence and how once it was done we could get Winter the puppy she’s been asking for. I held my wife and asked, “Talk to me? Tell me you love me." Whitney said, “I caught you sleeping with my naked daughter. I know about the shower incident, more than you think I know about it. You fucked me like I was some kind of slut while thinking about her and now… now…” I held Whitney and asked, “Will you marry me?” She laughed as she pushed away, “Why do you keep asking me that? We’re already married and have been for four years." I said, “Because it’s the smartest and best thing I’ve ever done in my entire life." Whitney just stared at me, for a long time, even when Winter came out, said she was ready, then asked, “What’s wrong with mom? What happened?” I said, “I finally found a way to tell her how much she means to me." Whitney panted, “Yeah” as Winter said, “Oh well, any dummy could see that she’s your entire world. I wish someone liked me half as much as you love mom."

Whitney abruptly hugged the breath out of her daughter, kissed me furiously, then blurted, “Forget everything I’ve said Jack." She pointed at Winter and said, “Not only do you have permission AND forgiveness, but there’s no one on this planet I would trust to love my daughter even half as much as I do." Winter was confused as she muttered, “Per… permission? Forgiveness? Mom, what are you talking about?” Whitney looked at me, smiled slowly, then said, “Let’s go have a nice dinner." She smiled at me and said, “You know what you have to do." I looked at Winter who was genuinely confused and asked, “Are you sure?” Whitney smiled at me, looked at her mostly innocent daughter, then said, “No doubt in my mind."

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