Chapter 12

But they had no chance to find out if any of that was true, because he realized to his dismay that Alison was due to come home soon. There was really no telling just when she'd arrive, unless he called her specifically to find out. Some days she stayed at work much later than others. But if she came home now, they'd be in big trouble. Even though they'd be able to hear the sound of the garage door opening, that wouldn't help matters, because the living room smelled like one giant sex romp.

He ordered an end to the fun, and made them stop kissing and get off his legs. He even had them put on more than just their micro-bikinis so he wouldn't get too horny all over again. Then the three of them set to cleaning themselves more thoroughly, and trying to air out the room.

Unfortunately, Jack hadn't anticipated this problem. He didn't even know where any air freshener was. Luckily, an idea came to him: there was a large fireplace in the living room, and he started a raging fire in it. The smoky, burning smell soon effectively masked the sex smell.

Linda had never really gotten along with the aunt that she lived with. That was one reason why she was so keen on becoming one of Jack's mistresses, because she dreamed about the day she could live with the Devoux family instead. But she was expected "home" for dinner, just like every night, so she had no choice to go back to her aunt. She was able to get one last long and sloppy kiss from Jack before she left, though, plus another equally energetic one from Nicole. That helped her leave in a very happy mood.

Then Jack decided to cook dinner. He was in no mental state to go back to his boring work, and it would give him something to do so he wouldn't be so tempted to play with and kiss his daughter some more instead.

Nicole just loved being near him in any situation, so she volunteered to help. With her clothes back on and Linda gone, she reverted back to her usual shy ways and didn't even flirt as they cooked.

Some of this post-orgasmic activity had an unexpected reaction on Alison when she came home around seven o'clock. She was surprised to see the fire in the living room, as well as the freshly cooked healthy meal coming out of the oven. Jack had made stuffed bell peppers, one of Alison's favorite dishes. He and Nicole had gone all out cleaning the kitchen and dining room too, and they chose to use the best dishes and silverware.

After a perfunctory kiss on Jack's cheek, Alison put her purse down, and asked, "Jack! Nicole! What's all this?"

Nicole was fully dressed in her old, conservative clothes. She was sitting at the table and smiling like an angel. But on the inside she was quite smug, knowing the sexy fun she'd had with her father and her best friend.

Jack was puttering about in the kitchen, working on some finishing touches. "Let me answer that." Mostly to make an excuse for the nice meal and the fire, he said, "I've been thinking. I had such a good time with you this weekend. I feel like we really connected in a new way. I don't want the magic to stop. I'm thinking that the three of us can have a special candlelight dinner, and then afterwards, you and I can sit in front of the fire. We can just talk and cuddle."

Alison was pleasantly surprised. "Jack, dear! What a wonderful idea! Let me just slip into something more comfortable first." Unlike Jack, who could lounge around in his underwear all day if he wanted to, Alison was obliged to wear a power suit when she went to work in her office.

She soon came back in a fancy maroon skirt, and a nice purple blouse that showed a surprising amount of cleavage. At least, it was a surprising amount by her usual standards. Plus, she'd put on subtle amounts of make-up and perfume as well.

During dinner, Jack and Alison made googly-eyes at each other.

Nicole was not happy about that at all. However, being a submissive and moral girl, she couldn't really get mad at her parents for being affectionate with each other. She knew it was how things were supposed to be. So she tried her best to suppress her jealousy and resentment. But as soon as dinner was over, she rushed off to her bedroom. Then she spent the rest of the evening working on her homework and talking to Linda on the phone.

Naturally, they spoke at great length about what had happened with Jack earlier. Linda spent a long time reassuring Nicole that their kissing each other didn't mean anything. Nicole took a lot of convincing, because she confessed that she'd liked the kissing quite a lot. However, Linda said that women kissed each other on the lips all the time, and enjoyed it, but that hardly made them bisexual or lesbian. Once Nicole was sufficiently reassured, the two of them masturbated as they recounted all the extremely

arousing things that had happened.

Jack and Alison took a little longer to finish eating, and then they went straight to the fire. (They decided not to worry about immediately cleaning the dishes and such, for once.) They held hands and stared into the fire as they sat right in front of it.

Alison was in a very thoughtful mood. After a while, she said, "I really appreciate all this. You put in a lot of effort, and I love it. This is such a joy to come home to. But I've been thinking all day today, and even if you hadn't done this, I'd still say the same thing."

"Uh-oh," Jack said. He had a bad feeling that she was about to give a difficult "we have to talk" speech.

But she quickly said, "No, don't worry. This is good. At least, I hope you'll see it that way. You see, I really did have a great time this weekend, and I know you did too. This is how our marriage should have been from the start. I've been doing some soul searching, and I've realized that I'm really the one to blame. I haven't been giving our marriage a chance. I spend far too much time at the office and at church, and I hardly ever get to see you! It's not right."

Jack just held her hand and looked very attentive. He figured saying how much he agreed wouldn't help matters.

Alison sighed. She said, "You're too much of a gentleman to say 'damn right,' but I know that's what you're thinking. Anyway, I'm going to try to turn over a new leaf. I'm going to try harder to come home earlier. I don't have to work so late if I can just do a better job of delegating. I'm not good at that, but I'm going to try. And I don't have to go to quite so many church meetings. I'm sure they can get by without me sometimes. My marriage is more important." She looked down at the floor nervously. "What I'm trying to say is, this marriage hasn't started off well, but I feel optimistic now. Can we start over?"

Jack replied, "Of course, honey! I'd love that."

He leaned forward, and the two of them kissed on the lips.

Jack acted happy and kissed with passion, but on the inside he wasn't so sure. Fuuuck! Am I lucky? Unlucky? I don't even know what I should think now. After what happened on Friday with the girls, I would have thought I was headed for a divorce. I could easily see a future where I'm single, and living with Nicky and Linda. Wow, what a future that would be!

Even if Nicky is only going play around with me for a limited time, which is probably true since I know she has strong feelings on 'sins' like incest, what about Linda? She seems to really love me! God, what if she becomes my full time lover? Heck, I might even marry her! Maybe Nicky would be willing to join us with a certain level of playing around, just short of her definition of incest. Or maybe she could even be persuaded to put aside that worry. Then I'd have two teen hotties, all for my own!

But on the other hand, it could all come to a sudden end. For all I know, next week, they could come bouncing into the house, proudly announcing they have boyfriends. And then all the fun will be over. Hell, that's not just what might happen, that's what WILL happen! Look at me. I'm a balding, chubby old guy. Whatever physical desires they have for me is just temporarily misplaced love as a father, or a father figure, as the case may be. I can't abuse that, just to get off.

Although... Damn! I sure did get off today! I think my penis is still gonna be recovering next week from those climaxes! Phew!

By this time, the kiss between Jack and Alison had ended, although they were still holding hands. Alison could see he was thinking intently, so she asked, "What are you thinking about, dear?"

He smiled, and lied, "Oh, just about you and me. I feel like this could be the start of something good. Something really good."

Her face lit up. "I do too! Kiss me!" They kissed again.

He continued his ruminations. I'm such a cad! Here I am, making out with my wife, and thinking about my daughter and her friend taking turns dancing and bouncing on my dick! I have to focus on Alison. God knows she's beautiful. In fact, some people would say she's even more beautiful than the girls. I truly am blessed. I'm just an ordinary, nerdy computer programmer, and I'm married to this total smoking hot and seriously stacked babe! He punctuated that point by cupping Alison's huge rack as they continued to neck. However, he knew she didn't like tit play, so he had to content himself with just holding them, briefly.

Okay, so she married me for my money. So what? That's what happens in life. It's a perk of doing well and being wealthy. You look at the wives of millionaires, and they usually are stunningly gorgeous. The thing is, some of them have happy, loving marriages, and some don't. I've got a strong pre-nup and she knows that, so it's not like she's planning to marry me and dump me. Besides, she does pretty well in her job too. It's not like she's poor. Maybe she really does want to make a go of this fucked up marriage? What have I got to lose, if I give it a shot? I love her, in my own way, and not just for her incredible body. I can't throw this marriage away on the off chance some wild fantasy with my own daughter and her best friend will work out. That would be madness, especially when there's a chance things could work out amazingly well with my actual wife!

He and Alison stared into the fire for some time. They just cuddled and held hands. Finally, Alison spoke. "This weekend made me realize something. I have a problem." "What's that, honey?" He kissed her ear, and caressed her long curly red-brown hair.

She sighed. "I have a problem about sex. I know it, and you know it. I've always had it. To be truthful, I always thought there was a problem with my body. I figured that God had played a cruel joke on me.

Everyone says I look like I'm built for sex, but I have a body that's incapable of feeling sexual pleasure." She turned to him, and looked in his eyes. "At least, that's what I secretly thought. I must admit, I married you on false pretenses. I pretended like I was the same as other people, but I knew I was just this... cold, dead... fish!"

He started to speak, but she said, "No, please! It's important I get this all out. I'm terribly sorry about that. I'll understand if you want to divorce me. And with the prenuptial agreement we have, it'll be easy for us to walk away with what we came into this marriage with. But something happened to me this weekend. You... you... made love to me. Twice! And I enjoyed it! I really did! I even had an orgasm! Both nights, in fact. Did you know those were the first real orgasms I've ever had?"

Seeing the look on his face, she said sadly, "Yes, I tricked you on that too. All those other times, I was faking it. I'm surprised you didn't see right through me, because I'm probably a bad faker to boot. But you have to understand: I feel like I was living with this terrible burden, this awful secret, that I was a hopelessly frigid woman! The only thing I could think to do was to try to hide it!"

He felt hurt, although he wasn't too surprised about the part about the fake orgasms. He asked, "How do you square that with your Christian values?"

She leaned into him and started to cry on his shoulder. "I know, I know! I'm a terrible hypocrite!" He held her and let her cry for a while.

He pondered what she'd said while she continued to cry. He was glad that she was coming clean now, at least. But at the same time, he couldn't help but think about Nicole and Linda, and all the sexy fun they'd been having. They'd had such powerful, incredible experiences that those memories were never far from his thoughts.

Eventually, she cried herself out. She started to wipe her face of her tears, and looked back up at him with red eyes. She said, "I've done some terrible things. I don't feel good about myself. But let me try to make it better. Set your terms, any terms, and I'll do it! Do you want me to see a marriage counselor? A sex therapist, even? Do you want me to do... things to you?"

"Things?" he asked. "What do you mean?"

She turned away. "Sexual things. Whatever you want, I'll try it. I know I've been a terrible lover, and even this weekend I was probably pretty bad. You did everything, and I just lay there. But you were so persistent and excited that something sparked in me just the same."

He thought, How ironic is it that the only reason I got so "persistent and excited" was because I was thinking about sex with Nicole and Linda? My own daughter! I was using my wife like a blow-up doll, but I was so damn horny about it that it might just turn our entire marriage around! That is seriously bizarre.

She looked intently into his eyes. "The thing is, I don't think I'd be so bad, if you give me another chance or two. Try to understand how I felt. I HATED sex! I wasn't a virgin when I met you, obviously since this is my third marriage, but sex has always been a nightmare for me, no matter who it was with. It was the thing I had to put up with to have the rest of the relationship I wanted. Each time I had a man lay on me in bed, it was like going to the dentist. No, worse! I felt so inadequate. I just closed my eyes, braced myself, and waited for it to be over with."

She added with a new fiery look in her eyes, "But since what happened this weekend, I've been thinking: what if it can be good? Maybe the problem isn't my body, but my mental hang-ups. Maybe I can overcome those. I'm ready to try." She started to unbutton her blouse.

He was shocked. "W-w-what are you doing?"

"What do you think?" She leaned forward and kissed his lips again as she continued to undo the buttons.

The kiss was electric, and better than before, probably because he was more focused on it. But when it ended, he asked, "Here? Now? What about Nicky?"

Finished with her buttons, she undid her bra while still keeping her blouse mostly closed up.

Fuuuuck! Jack thought, since he got to see most of her breasts before her blouse hid them again. She is so fuckin' stacked that it's not even funny. Perfect breasts! But I never get to see them. For once, I can see them in all their glory! It was true that he rarely got to see them, since she wore a nightgown to bed, and insisted on keeping the lights off during any hanky panky.

She smiled, seeing his awed reaction. She waited until she had some of his attention, and then said, "I'm sure she'll stay in her room. I could see how she looked at you and me during dinner. She's very needy for you, you know. She resents when you spend time with me instead. I'm sure the very last thing she'll want to see is you and I cuddling and kissing before the fire."

Jack had to agree with that assessment. In fact, he knew it was much more accurate than Alison realized. But still, his wife's behavior was so out of character that he couldn't get his head around it. "We're going to make love right here? In the living room?!" He remembered what else he'd done in the living room not that long earlier, and that excited him.

She responded, "No. We're going to FUCK in the living room! I know I never use that word. My goodness! I don't know if I've even said it out loud before! But this is like shock therapy. I'm trying to shock myself out of my old ways, and maybe I can shock you into something good too."

She paused, holding her hands over the front of her blouse. But then, with a wild look in her eye, she dramatically opened her blouse all the way.

Jack's eyes bugged out, almost like he was a cartoon character. Holy, holy FUCK! Unreal! She even puts Nicky to shame! He knew his wife was seriously stacked. In fact, it he was brutally honest with himself,

he would have to admit that was a major reason why he married her. He was a tit man, and she had a rack that fit his definition of perfection. When they'd been dating, she'd worn lots of nice, sexy outfits. Nothing shockingly revealing, but he often was able to enjoy the top half of her cleavage. However, since they'd been married, she'd dressed practically like a nun.

So seeing all of her magnificent breasts suddenly bared was a true jaw-dropper. And it was only fitting, because she had a jaw-dropping figure. One perk of being married to her was that he got to stop in her closet when she wasn't home, and he'd learned she wore an E-cup bra. That meant his guess was right, and she was even more stacked than Nicole with her huge knockers.

As she took her blouse all the way off, she said, "I know you're a breast man. And I know these are one of the main reasons you were attracted to me." She joked, "Actually, two of the main reasons." She continued more seriously, "And I know I've been denying these to you. It's probably not much fun to play with them when I'm lying there in the darkness like I'm comatose, and usually wearing a thick nightie.

But no more!" She thrust her chest out.

Entranced, he reached out and cupped them with both hands. Feeling like a kid just given a shiny new toy, he excitedly ran his hands all over them. True, he'd cupped them a few minutes before, but it was a very different thing now that she was topless and he could sink his fingers into her spongy flesh.

She sighed. "It's sad. Look at you. You're acting like you've never seen or touched them before. And that's my fault. I've been a bad wife. But not anymore. Do with me what you will! Play with them all night. I don't care! I'm yours!"

Suddenly, he let go. "No."

"No?" She had a terrible sinking feeling that he was rejecting her. She worried that maybe their marriage was beyond saving, and she'd hurt him too much with her lies and deceptions.

But he continued, "Some other time, definitely! But not right now. It's not just what I need, it's what you need. And I've explored your body enough to know that you don't feel a lot of pleasure there. I've heard that the larger a woman's breasts are, the less sensitive they are per square inch, and yours are very large indeed. I don't want you to just close your eyes and endure it, or pretend to enjoy it. I want to make you really cum again. And again and again and again! And this isn't going to get us there."

She felt relieved that he wasn't rejecting her, but she asked, "Then what? Do you want me to lay down here so you can... enter me? I'll do it! I'll even try to put your... thing... in my mouth! I may hate it, but I'm willing. I'll try anything. I don't want to be a frigid bitch anymore!"

"No, wait. That's not what you need right now either. I want to try something else. And for this you will have to get naked and lie down. Can you do that?"

"Of course." She smiled, although she was quite frightened on the inside.

A minute later, Alison was lying down totally naked. She was so close to the fire that it warmed her body, but not overwhelmingly so.

Jack held his breath, awed by the beauty of his wife illuminated by the fire's flickering flames. Her family was from southern Spain originally, and she had a natural all-over tan that even Nicole and Linda would have envied.

But Jack was upset too. He said, "This is the problem. You look so beautiful there, but you're stiff as a board. Relax! Imagine I'm a masseuse and I'm going to give you a massage. In fact, that's exactly what I want to do to you later. But first, I want to try something. Spread your legs wide, please."

She obligingly spread her legs, but she was still extremely tense and nervous. It was all she could do not to cover her red bush.

Jack had also taken off all his clothes, and he had a raging hard-on from seeing illuminated by the firelight just what an extraordinarily beautiful woman he'd married. He crawled up her legs, and then stopped with his head over her crotch. He said, "Now, don't be alarmed. I'm going to go down on you. That means I'm going to lick your pussy. Just relax your body."

"Oh God!" she gasped with worry. "I don't know if I can do this!"

He pointed out, "You don't have to do anything. Lie there with your eyes closed if you want. Just enjoy it." Then he bent down and started to lick.

Unfortunately, her pussy lips were still totally dry, so he avoided that area at first. Instead, he licked all around it. He spent several minutes just finding out where she was more or less sensitive, and what got a good reaction. Before long, her clit unhooded and engorged, and he fiddled with his fingers there while still licking and kissing her elsewhere.

He couldn't help but compare her with Nicole and Linda. He'd never gone down on either of them, at least not yet, but he was convinced that they would have been wildly gushing and bucking by now if it had been either of them instead. And he knew for sure that both of their racks were much more sensitive.

Alison might not have been totally frigid, but she certainly was harder to arouse than most. However, he kept at it. He was determined.

Over time, he felt her body relax some and her pussy moisten. But instead of lapping at her slit, he still went elsewhere. He explored other parts of her body with his hands and lips and tongue for a while. He even licked her feet and belly button and armpits.

At first, this alarmed her and she tensed up some, but he kept cooing encouraging things, and he eventually lulled her back into an even more relaxed state than before.

It was a good ten minutes before he began to return to her pussy at all. And another ten minutes of playing there as well as exploring elsewhere passed before he tackled her pussy directly. By that time, her pussy lips could actually be described as wet.

He suddenly intensified his approach, fingering her slit while licking at and even sucking on her clit.

"Oh!" she cried out. "What are you doing to me?!" She was feeling things she'd never felt before, and she loved it.

"I'm making you feel good."

"That you are! I love what you're doing, dear, and some other time I'd want you to do a lot more of it. But right now, I need to be fucked! Put your thing in me now! I've never been so ready! So... so horny! I'm downright horny! Oh, this is so exciting! Please, hurry, before the mood passes!"

But he replied, "No. Have patience. I know what I'm doing. Don't worry, it only gets better." He finally started licking directly at her pussy lips.

"Oh! Oh!" she gasped. "Jack! No! It's... it's... too good!"

He chuckled at that. He looked up and saw her huge breasts rolling on her chest, sagging to each side. He thought about getting his hands back up there when she was in a truly excited state. But he reluctantly decided the time wasn't ripe yet. He dropped his head and went back to his task.

Before long, he started doing the famous alphabet trick, licking the shapes of the letters of the alphabet. After a couple of minutes, Alison started to scream.

She screamed so loudly that she worried Nicole would hear it and go investigate, but Nicole happened to be listening to a P!nk album on her headphones as she did her homework. Thus, Nicole was oblivious as to the momentous events taking place downstairs, events that were fundamentally changing Jack and Alison's marriage. It helped that it was a big house and Nicole's bedroom was some ways away from the stairs.

Even after half an hour of Jack's tiring work, Alison still had not climaxed. But then again, she had been tense and resistant for most of the time. He knew it would be much easier next time.

He pulled his head from her crotch and crawled up her body. Then he lifted her legs. He was pleased to see that she was so relaxed, it was like her legs were boneless. He spread them out widely so he'd be able to achieve a deeper penetration.

He lightly caressed her huge globes, and said, "Okay, NOW I'm gonna fuck you. Are you ready?" "Yes! YES! Do it!"

Her normally tensed up and dry pussy was so hot and eager that he was able to push all the way in with one great thrust.

"Arrrrraaarrrggh!" she screamed. She suddenly lifted up and grasped his arms. Her face was sweaty and contorted with lust. Her eyes met his, and she shot him a wild, animalistic look. She grunted, "DO IT!" Then she fell back, her head hitting the pillow he'd placed underneath before they'd started this.

He started to slowly thrust in and out.

She continued to just lie there for the most part, but he didn't mind this time. He knew he couldn't change everything overnight. But he was happy because there was no doubt that her body was responding much more than even before. She was grunting and moaning in a very unladylike manner, and she was sweating and twitching all over.

Then, to his surprise, she had an orgasm. He was very surprised indeed, because he'd only started to fuck her. He was encouraged. He hoped it meant she might not be as insensitive as he'd feared.

But he didn't let up. She begged for mercy, for a chance to recover, but he didn't listen.

In fact, right then, he brought out his secret weapon of sorts. He knew that the only reason he'd managed to make her climax over the weekend was because he got so insanely horny thinking about Nicole and Linda, so he attempted to see if that would work again. He pictured their firm, tan, and ripe teenage bodies in his mind. He suddenly had a clear image of them standing there in nothing but the bottoms of their micro-bikinis.

And just like that, it was like his penis was a jet fighter, and he'd just turned on the afterburner (that was like a car going into turbo mode, only even more so). He started pounding his wife's pussy with an almost violent force. He would have liked to hold her boobs, but he held her hips for his most powerful thrusting.

Alison went wild. After less than a minute, she came again. She screamed incoherently with total abandon. That alone was a big step, because she'd hardly even made noise during sex on previous occasions.

He nailed her much faster than ever before. It was great. He felt as excited as he'd been with his teen girls earlier in the day. At one point, he thought back on that and realized all that bouncing and dancing had taken place literally on a couple of feet away from where he was now. He thought with some amusement, I'm starting to really like this room! To say the least!

The only problem with fucking that fast and hard was that he couldn't keep it up for long. He wasn't a sexual superman after all, and in fact he was more out of shape than he cared to admit. He wanted to keep going at least until she came a third time, but he didn't quite get there. The urge to cum snuck up on him, and found himself bellowing "Gonna cum!" before he had a chance to brace himself and possibly

hold out longer.

But that was okay. He still considered his efforts an unqualified success. When his orgasm peaked and then passed, he collapsed on top of her, sweating like a pig. He used one of her huge breasts like a very comfy pillow.

Time passed. They panted and recovered.

Finally, Alison said, "That was... I'm speechless! ... Incredible! Oh, Jack! You've made me so very happy!"

To his surprise, she started to quietly cry.

He crawled up higher so his face was even with hers. He tried to kiss her tears away, but she was crying too much. "What's wrong?"

She said, "I'm just so... emotionally overcome! I'm so happy! I've never been so happy. Never! But I'm so sad too!"

He caressed her long red-brown hair, trying to comfort her. "Sad? Why?"

She cried, "Because I missed out on so much! My goodness, look at me! I'm thirty-three years old already, and I've only just discovered what sex is!" After more tears, she explained more, "So much wasted time! So much needless pain! I didn't need to be the frigid bitch, avoiding anything sexual like the plague. I just needed the right man to love me!"

Suddenly, she sat up, causing Jack to sit up too. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her huge tits against his chest. "I'm a terrible, terrible person! So selfish! You should have never married me. I've been a FRIGID BITCH! Why, even here tonight, all I did was lie there. I'm no better than before. You did all the work, and I got all the benefit!" She buried her face in his shoulder and kept on crying.

"Look at me." He held her chin and pulled her head back some, so he could make eye contact again. "You did great! Tonight was about YOU! That was my plan. I wanted to learn about your body, now that you're actually responding, and give you an idea how good it can be. It can be even better, you know."

Her eyes went wide. "It CAN?!" "Yes!"

She wailed, "Oh! In a way, that makes me feel even WORSE! I missed out on so much! Such a stupid, stupid bitch!"

He stroked her back and her curly hair hanging down. "Relax! Okay, you can't change the past, but you've got a long future ahead of you. And you've got me, and I have you. We've got so much to look forward to, together!"

"Yes! That's true! Kiss me!" She looked achingly beautiful, and the tears rolling down her face made her look vulnerable too. He wanted to hold and protect her forever.

They kissed.

This kiss was different, and even better, than the ones earlier had been. Alison knew the mechanics of kissing, and she'd always been a decent kisser. But now she put her entire body into it for the first time ever. She ran her hands up and down Jack's back, and over the back of his head, and generally acted like she wanted her hands to be everywhere at once and she just couldn't get enough of him. At the same time, she rubbed her huge tits into his chest and found that felt pretty good. Before long, she was especially keen on dragging her erect nipples all over him. It was true her breasts weren't very sensitive, but that contact gave her nipples a nice tingle. She tilted her head this way and that too, constantly finding new angles to kiss him.

It was a world away from her decent but mostly motionless kisses she'd made all her life, because her entire body was on fire with desire.

Finally, an idea came to her that excited her so much she had to break the kissing. "Jack! Listen. You say tonight has been all about me. Now, I want to make it all about you. Let me pleasure you! Let me, let me..." she closed her eyes, mustering her courage. "I want to take it in my mouth! I want to do that for you! I need to show you how much I love you!"

He just smiled as he caressed the underside of one of her massive globes. "That sounds great, but not now. Not tonight. You're not ready for that. You have a LOT of crazy social conditioning to overcome, and we need to do this step by step. Please, let me lead the way."

That was all sincere, but it was also true that he'd climaxed twice when he was with Nicole and Linda, and he was doubtful he could get it up again. Alison was an extremely gorgeous woman, but he was also in the habit of thinking of her as a cold fish, and she just didn't mentally inspire him like the girls did. Not even her exceptionally large and perfectly formed breasts made his heart pound as wildly as when he thought of Nicole in particular.

She pondered what he said, and then replied, "Okay. I trust you. But soon, okay? Soon! I'm so glad I married a man who's so sexually talented and wants to take charge! Tell me: why didn't you do what you did to me tonight on our wedding night?" They hadn't had sex before marriage, something he'd been sincerely regretting up until this very evening, since it meant he'd only learned how bad she was in bed

after he made his commitment.

He said, "I tried! You probably don't remember because you were just lying there all tensed up with your eyes closed, like I was going to rape you. Boy, was that a disappointing night for me. And ever since, it's been like that. You weren't mentally open to it. I even tried going down on you, several times as a matter of fact, and you pushed me away! You said it was indecent and disgusting and an affront to God."

She groaned in dismay. "'An affront to God?!' I really said that? Oh dear, how embarrassing. And I ruined your wedding night, and so much more! I'm such a terrible person!" She resumed her crying spell.

"No, you're not. Please stop saying that. I love you, and things'll get better." She sniffled, "Oh, Jack! I love you too! I don't deserve you."

They continued to hold each other for some time. It was a strange time for Jack though, because one minute Alison would be kissing him with a passionate desperation, and the next minute she'd be crying again. She obviously had a lot of issues to work through. But they talked a lot, and both of them felt much better before the night was through.

Meanwhile, Nicole continued working on her homework in her bedroom, totally clueless as to how drastically her family had just changed.

The next morning, Nicole strolled into the kitchen and dining room, ready for breakfast before school. "Hey," she said to her parents in a bored teen voice. "Nice outfit." She said that because she could see Alison working in the kitchen with Jack, wearing a blouse that exposed her back almost all the way down to her bra strap. Her curly hair covered most of the exposed skin, but Nicole still wanted to be encouraging if Alison wore something even slightly revealing. It wasn't that she was rooting for Alison to be more attractive for Jack, but she found it embarrassing how prudishly her stepmother dressed all the time. That said a lot, since Nicole wore conservative outfits most of the time too (except when she was home and Alison was not).

Alison turned around, and said pleasantly, "Hey, you! Good morning, Nicole!"

Nicole narrowed her eyes and frowned. She stopped in her tracks and examined her mother closely from across the room.

Seeing Nicole look at her strangely, Alison asked, "What?"

Nicole still frowned suspiciously. "I dunno. Something's weird. For one thing, you're so... happy. And for another, you look seriously sexy! Ohmigod! You're showing off, like, cleavage! Good for you." She suddenly felt conflicted about the wisdom of encouraging Alison to dress better.

Sure enough, Alison was wearing her most revealing top. It did show off a breathtaking amount of cleavage. It was nearly as daring as a bikini, although only with cleavage, since her shoulders were still covered.

Jack had been preparing something, but he finished and turned to greet his daughter from across the kitchen counter. He draped an arm around Alison and smiled. "Hey, Nicky. What's up?"

Nicole was even more amazed. "You guys! That's what's up! What's with you? It's like, total Stepford wife and husband phenomenon going on here."

"I don't understand," Alison said, her brow wrinkled. She didn't know the "Stepford Wives" movie reference.

Nicole narrowed her eyes suspiciously even more. "Did something happen to you two last night?"

Alison beamed at that topic. "YES! Something wonderful! This weekend was great, but last night was ten times better! Tell her, dear!"

Jack coughed nervously, and then explained, "Yes, well, uh... You see, Nicky, Alison and I, well, we haven't really been too, uh... sexually compatible. We've been having some troubles in that area, you could say.

You know. In the bedroom. But last night, we took a big step towards fixing that."

Nicole glared. "Did you two... do it?" She looked merely annoyed on the outside, but on the inside her heart was breaking.

Alison didn't hesitate, she was so happy. "Yes! You could say that again. We most certainly did it! And it was GREAT!"

"UGH!" Nicole groaned. "I think I'm gonna ill!" To everyone's surprise, including her own, she suddenly ran out of the room, and didn't stop until she was all the way back in her bedroom. She fell to the bed and cried.

Jack pulled away from his wife. "Uh, I think I'd better go talk to her."

But Alison said, "No, I think she needs some space and time to adjust. Let her have a good cry first." "You think she's gonna cry?!"

"Think it? I know it. Heck, I could hear her starting to cry when she reached the stairs." "But why?"

Alison put a hand on her hips. "Jack Devoux, you may know a lot about computers, but sometimes you have no clue about women. You should see how she looks at you. She ADORES you! She worships the ground you walk on. In fact, I think she's got a bit of a crush on you."

He worried just how accurate of a guess that was. "But why? I'm just a guy. I'm no one special."

Alison gave him an unhappy look. "Not true! I think you're special! You may think I just married you for your money, but you're wrong. You've got all kinds of really great qualities, starting with the fact that you're just about the most loving, kind, and all around GOOD guy I've ever met. Nicole knows how much you love her, and that's like the rock she bases her entire life on. Plus, I think she's one of those kinds of people who love nothing more than helping others, and she's more than a little bit submissive. She loves nothing more than to make you happy."

He was even more alarmed at her accurate assessments about Nicole. He said, "Well, I am happy now, very happy indeed, thanks to you. So she should be happy for me."

Alison said, "That's just the problem. I didn't say 'she loves nothing more than to see you happy,' I said, 'she loves nothing more than to MAKE you happy.' If I'm making you happy, then that's a total disaster for her, because then what is there for her to do?"

He ventured, "I dunno, make someone else happy?"

Alison shook her head. "No, it has to be you. You're the center of her world."

"Hmmm." He thought, This is bad! My wife is far too astute. At this rate, she's gonna tell me how Nicky bounced me to orgasm yesterday! But he just asked, "So what should I do?"

"Spend time with her. Lots of time. She still hasn't accepted me into the family, and rightfully so. Until recently, I didn't deserve to be in this family. In fact, I still don't. I have to earn my way in, and I haven't done that yet. I can see that now. But in any case, she needs to know that she's still your little darling. Once she sees there's room for both her and me in your life, it'll be okay. But until then, please be extra attentive to her needs and spend LOTS of time with her, okay?"

"Okay. I'll try," he said blandly. However, he thought, This is bad! This is really bad! I'm sure Alison's advice is correct. But how do I spend lots of time with Nicky when every time I see her, I want to fuck her? Or at the very least, kiss and fondle her, like no father should. And she lets me! My marriage is at a critical stage. I need to make it work, and I can't do that and play with her and Linda all the time. Oh man!

That afternoon, Nicole and Linda came home from school and went looking for Jack, but all their joy had been sucked out of them. It was like they were waiting for the hangman's noose. Nicole had explained to Linda the mysterious change in the relationship between Jack and Alison, and the sense of dread and doom she felt.

And sure enough, their worst fears were realized.

Jack met them out by the pool, and even though they were wearing their micro-bikinis, he didn't allow any hanky panky at all. He talked to them a long while. In short, he explained that his troubled marriage had taken a wonderful new turn, and it was something he needed to concentrate his efforts on for a while. As much as he was enjoying helping them learn about sexual things, he couldn't help them in that way anymore. But he vowed he'd be happy to redouble his time with them, just so long as they steered clear from kissing and touching for a while.

It was the most difficult thing he'd ever had to say, and the fact that they were wearing their micro-bikinis certainly didn't help matters. They were just so busty and beautiful that he was barely able to control himself, even after his little speech.

Nicole and Linda cried and cried, and nothing he said could console them.

He felt obliged to hug them, and he did so. In fact, both girls clung to him like he was a rescue buoy in a stormy sea.

But that only tested his resolve much, much more. Both girls were quite crafty even as they cried genuine tears. They rubbed their nearly naked bodies all over him until their bikini tops slid off, and then they kept on rubbing. And they kissed his face and neck all over. It was up to him to keep his lips closed, even as they took turns kissing his mouth.

He was confused, because he knew they were sincerely distraught, and yet they were making him so hot and horny that he thought he was losing his grip on reality. He found that his hands were "consoling" their tits and asses quite a lot in particular.

Eventually, Linda managed to reposition herself so one of her legs was between his. She managed to rub her knee up and down his crotch in an increasingly blatant way while she and Nicole kept on kissing his face.

The gentle but insistent knee work had Jack on the verge of cumming before long. But the orgasmic urge forced him to realize just how out of hand all this "consoling" had become. He managed to pry himself off of them (although it wasn't easy!) and he stood up. As he walked away, all he said was, "Sorry, girls.

That's how it has to be."

He wanted to try to at least partially make up for the disappointment by spending much more time with them, but after that, they were the ones who avoided him.