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Part III

Melanie had a black dress that drove me crazy. It was her turn to visit the folks. Plans were to bring her teenage kids, Kevin, Shelley and Morgan, to see their grandparents. Truth is, teenagers often have lives of their own. Kevin had music, Shelley had a soccer team and Morgan was scheduled to take some pre-college exams. Melanie couldn't put the trip off – she had her 25-year class reunion in Palm Springs. She had to come.

Her high school friend, Jennifer, was all set to drive Melanie down to Palm Springs for the big night. Joe, Maria, my wife and me decided to squander our time at some museums in Los Angeles – the Getty Art Museum in particular. Melanie would've liked to come, but she had the reunion, so it was decided she'd head off in one direction while we took off in another.

As luck would have it, though, my own children had needs. I volunteered to stay home and supervise everything. My children were involved in various activities, but they needed rides and supervision. If I were in L.A., there could be some problems. Well, there was one problem. Melanie called, frantically, because Jennifer backed out of the reunion.

"It's why I came down," she said. "I'm disappointed. I don't have a car. I don't have a way to get down there."

"Wish there was something I could do. Sorry."

I could picture Melanie at her parents' house, dressed up, her beautiful package in that tight-fitting black dress. She usually wore conservative clothes. She didn't show off anything, except a very curvy figure. Melanie wasn't busty, but she had a pair of breasts on her that were firm and required strict attention from the man in her life, Dusty.

My kids' plans, however, were falling apart. I have three teenagers, all of whom require constant attention – that is, driving them everywhere, handing out money like it was candy and making sure they had something to eat every second of a 24-hour day. They were extremely hands-on. But the younger two had their plans fall to pieces. All of a sudden, on this Saturday night, they had nothing to do.

Sure, I'd take them to the video store to get some movies. They'd sit at home at watch all night long. The museum group had already left, so I sat and thought about Melanie. She couldn't have been all that happy. Jennifer was supposed to have picked her up about an hour earlier. I told my kids to keep the door locked, enjoy the night – I'd be home later. I drove over to Joe and Maria's to see Melanie.

She was still dressed to kill. As a matter of fact, she still looked as if she were ready for a trip to Palm Springs.

"If you want, I'll drive you down there," I said.

"You don't have to."

"You know, I've got nothing else to do. If you're game, I'm ready to go. I like Palm Springs."

"I don't have a ticket for you," she said.

"I can get in, somehow. Don't worry. Let's just get you down there. You flew all the way here from Oregon. Don't waste the chance. Let's go."

"I'm paying for gas then. If anything comes up, I'm paying for it."

"You're paying," I kidded. "Then let's go."

She didn't need to say another word. Melanie grabbed her purse, locked the door and hopped in. We were on the freeway within a couple minutes. Melanie looked over at me and smiled.

"Thank you for this. I was really upset. I was hoping something good would happen."

"It'll be fun," I said. "I'm kind of looking forward to it. Maybe I'll see some people that I know."

Melanie moved a little closer to me, grabbed my arm and snuggled up against it. This was my sister-in-law. To say I didn't have sexual fantasies about her would be a total lie. Amy was a nice lay; Meredith was phenomenal; Melanie would be a prime-time catch. I've learned from experience: Better to treat a woman nicely... the rewards are sweet and tender.

The drive down was pleasant. There was plenty of conversation. Melanie leaned her head up against my shoulder. It was like we were a couple on a date. I wish. Truthfully, I wasn't looking forward to arriving at her reunion. I've been to such events. Melanie would see her old friends and start catching up on old times. Meanwhile, I'd be off at the bar or on my own. It's okay, though. Any chance to be with Melanie was good. I'd look forward to the trip home.

"The Winchester Hotel," she said, "is where it's at. I've got the address and directions." I nodded and followed the roads that led to this fashionable place in the desert.

When we arrived, I decided to take advantage of the valet parking. Melanie grabbed her purse. That little black dress I knew she'd wear was looking pretty hot. So many women try to show off their bodies with low-cut tops and short dresses to show their legs. Melanie's dress was perfect. It showed nothing, but hinted everything. We walked into the Winchester.

"I wonder where this room's at," she said, looking at her invitation. "The Mountain Room's where our reunion's at."

Curiously, we saw a sign that said, "Mountain Room Schedule." On it, the sign read "Singleton Party tonight, 8 p.m. to midnight." Well, that was odd. Melanie and I got to the Mountain Room and looked inside. Seeing no one she recognized, she appeared somewhat confused. I, too, couldn't figure it out.

Melanie sought out the concierge at this great hotel. "Do you know where this reunion is?" she asked.

The concierge, Philip, did everything he could to help. He picked up the telephone, thumbed through a hotel schedule – everything. Melanie laid her ticket to the reunion on his counter. He picked it up. All of a sudden, his eyes lit up.

"Ma'am, do you realize your reunion's in a week. It's on the 12th. Today's the fifth."

Melanie looked stunned. She'd be here for another week, anyway. She wouldn't miss the event. "I wrote it down on my calendar for today," she said. "I can't believe I made a mistake like this."

She made her apologies to the concierge, who assured her, "I'll see you here next week."

Then she turned to me. "I don't know what to say. I've ruined your Saturday night."

"Maybe not," I said. "I'm sure we can find something to do. Dinner. A movie. Something else, maybe."

That "something else" was, well, you know. How would I go about it, though? Both of us were married – I was married to her sister, in fact – both with three children, all teenagers. We had a very mutual friendship, a strong relationship. She was caring and giving and, basically, so was I. There had never been any hint of a sexual relationship.

There was one time when, she kidded, "That she knew how to take care of her man." Kerry, Meredith's husband, and I heard her say that. We whooped it up because, at the time, Melanie had a leg injury. She wouldn't be able to fuck Dusty, so what else was there? Only one thing we could think of. Ever since that exchange, my mind fantasized about what kind of oral pleasures Melanie could provide. I wanted to find out.

"Why don't we stay here and have dinner at one of their restaurants," I said.

"Okay. I'm paying. Remember?"

I nodded. Then I had an idea. Let's see if it would work.

"I'd kind of like to sit down in one of those big chairs in the lobby," I said. "I've had this wave of no energy come over me. I'll be all right. Just give me a minute."

We went and sat down to chat.

"I can't believe how good you look," I told her.

"Thank you."

"I've known you – what? – since you were 18. You were a doll then. You haven't changed."

"That's something I don't hear every day. Thank you."

"Hey, you've always been a good friend. A good person to talk to. I don't get along with 90 percent of the people I know as well as I do with you."

"You're easy to get along with."

Okay, those were all set-up lines.

"Ever think about having some serious fun?"

"Like what?"

"Just getting away from it all – trying something new, something different."

"This is different. I think this is the second time I've ever been to Palm Springs. The first time I did was when I was 12 or 13 . . . with my parents."

"Yeah, great. This is different. But, well, I don't know."

"What?"

I was trying to say it without really saying it, of course. How do you tell your beautiful and sexy sisterin-law, "Hey, I want to have sex with you?" That sounded lame, even to my ears.

"Let's put off dinner," I said. "Let's get a room here at the hotel. Go upstairs, relax, kick our shoes off – maybe even order room service."

Melanie's eyes started blinking. Not a good idea, I'm sure she was thinking. Too costly. She'd offered to pay for everything before we came down here, but that was when there was a reunion. A room at this hotel on the weekend would run $175 or more. Dinner would be costly enough. She was stuck for something to say.

"I don't know," she said. "I was thinking just dinner."

Okay, she was reading my mind. A hotel room? Kick our shoes off? Relax? Hey, she could translate. I wasn't going to give up without a fight. Here she was, this beautiful woman, dressed in a beautiful dress, stunning, cute, the envy of most women in the place – the envy of most men. Right now, I had control of her.

"Sure, dinner's fine," I said.

There was, maybe, sixty seconds of silence. She was sizing up the situation. So was I. So what was there to be so cute about. SAY IT! Tell her what you want. Tell her your dreams.

"I've got to tell you, Melanie... well, maybe I shouldn't say it."

"Say what?"

"Oh, I don't know. It's hard to tell you this."

"Tell me what?"

I shook my head. She was reading my mind all right. I'll never forget her next words. "Let me guess: You've had a crush on me all these years and now you want to go a little further than we should. Right?"

I chuckled, trying to maintain a suave approach. "A crush doesn't quite explain my feelings. A crush is a school kid's kind of thing. No, this is more than a crush."

"So what are you saying? That you want me? That you want to cheat on my sister and want me to cheat on Dusty?"

All right, so it's cheating. Who'd ever know? I could tell her about Amy and Meredith. That wouldn't help, of course.

"Cheating's such a dirty little word. It's sex. It's sex with someone we care about. I care about you and I know you care about me. What's the issue here? That we can't enjoy each other physically, just once."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I understand. I'd apologize, but I'm not sure I'd mean it."

Oooo, that did it. That was a big step, a big blow for the goal.

"Are you really serious about this?"

Melanie's beautiful hazel eyes drilled into my own eyes. She was getting to the crux of the matter.

"Melanie, you're more than a sister-in-law, more than a friend, you're almost a soul mate. There are times when – I know this will sound corny – I think of you like a wife, like a lover. I've had thoughts about you... for years."

She was silent for what seemed like an eternity. Melanie bowed her head. "I've thought about you, too."

Oh, boy. "Really?"

She nodded. "Yes. I guess part of being an adult is staying away from forbidden things. There are times I've watched you at the pool, in your bathing suit. You're a stud. I've imagined myself wrapping my legs around your mouth."

I started laughing. I've seen her at the pool in a revealing but stunning bathing suit. I, too, had the dreams. "Why imagine it any more? Let's just go get that room."

"Not here."

"What?"

"Why rent an expensive room at a hotel when we're only going to be here for a few hours. Let's get a motel somewhere."

Which did make sense. I got out of my chair, reached for her and led her to the car. There was a string of motels about a mile down the road. I tried to conceal my absolute zeal as I drove there, trying hard not to speed, trying hard to keep my Cock from showing its pleasure. I picked out the classiest of the motels, which seemed lined up from sleazy to fairly modest to classy.

Sleaze is what I had in mind, but Melanie deserved a classy joint. It cost $79 for a night. I paid cash. The last thing I wanted my wife, her sister, to find was a motel bill on the credit card. I could just imagine the questions. Cash would finance the silence.

I opened the door for Melanie and, rather nervously, walked into the room. It was on the top floor of a three-story place. The view of the desert was magnificent. The sun was about to see and the colors were fantastic. It was really quite romantic. I grabbed Melanie by the waist from behind and kissed her underneath the left ear. She responded with a moan.

"I don't know," she said, "if we should do this."

That was the other part about Melanie. At times, she was a self-righteous bitch. She tried to say and do all the right things. There were times she infuriated all the in-laws. This was far different. This was about the worst thing she could ever do. I was waiting for this moment, in fact. Holding back just before the big move, well, I could've predicted it.

I said nothing, just looked at her.

"You're the one who said we should come here. You didn't want to spend the money on the ritzy hotel. Okay, that's great. Now you're having second thoughts. I guess I shouldn't blame you."

"What do you think?"

It was my chance to dig my heels in deeper. Leave no doubt to where I stood on this issue. Gently, I approached her and put my arms around her. I kissed her forehead as passionately as I could. I didn't want to offend her.

"I want," I said, "to be with you in the most personal way possible. What more can I say? I've had a crush on you for over 20 years. This is a big moment for me."

She tried to consider those words. Sweet as they were, it wasn't enough.

"We're married," she said.

"That's okay," I said. "So's my wife."

She laughed. It was a stupid comment. I held her hand, rubbed her back and kissed her cheek. It was all to break her down. I could tell she was starting to crumble. She said, "I need a minute." She went into the bathroom.

Oh, brother, I was counting this one out. I'd spent the money on the room and we were probably going to leave within minutes. Mission: Unaccomplished. I waited and waited. I wanted to turn the TV on, just for something to do. I waited some more. Actually, it was about 15 minutes. When the door opened, I saw something I liked. It was Melanie, naked as the day she was born.

"Come here," she said. "I rose and greeted her at the doorway. I put one hand on her ass and the other on her face and kissed her, passionately, one more time."

My Cock was hardening. Since we were so close, it felt its way between her legs. She reached down and grabbed it, leading me to the bed. I was overwhelmed.

I massaged her sides, her rear end and reached for her breasts. She was melting away in my grasp. I'd already heard from her that she was as much into me as I was into her. It took us a couple decades to pull this off. We were about to have sex. I couldn't wait to taste her pussy.

Off came my pants and socks. My Cock was ready for action. I slid off her dress and unhooked her bra, but she removed it, revealing beautifully formed breasts. I bent over to lick her nipples, sucking on them gently.

"Oooohhhh." She was starting the fall onto the bed.

I laid her gently on the bed, then pulled off her white panties. Before removing my shirt and shorts, I bent down and buried my face and tongue into her lap. Her body quivered with ecstasy. This was one sexy lady and she knew how to get turned on. My tongue just lavished her. She actually tasted wonderful.

A mouthful of pussy can somehow get nasty, but Melanie tasted superb. I was happy we skipped dinner – we'd eat later – since I do better sexually on an empty stomach. I found out later that Melanie was the same way. I kept penetrating her pussy with my tongue. Melanie wrapped her legs around my head, just the way she said earlier. God, this was incredible. By doing that, she tightened up her pussy even more. It would provide extra eroticism, both for her and for me. I couldn't stop. I kept eating and licking and digging my tongue into her labia.

My Cock was sending me messages. "Get some attention," was the message it seemed to be saying. I thought, "You know, I'm going to force her to blow me. I'm going to treat her like a whore. You know, get a little face time."

Melanie had climaxed at least once, though I think it was twice. It was my turn, something that I communicated non-verbally. I removed my shirt and shorts, then took my Cock up on the bed where Melanie's fabulous face was resting. I stuck it toward her mouth. Without saying a word, she just started bobbing away.

Right away, she took me down her throat, deep-throating me. Her eyes were glossy. She was into it and so was I. Having been on the verge of cumming for several minutes, my load just ripped out, down her throat. It wasn't premature, but I had no control over it. Melanie could just look at me a certain way, and I'd probably cum. She started laughing.

"I've never done that with Dusty," she said.

"What? Give him a blow job?"

"No, I've licked his dick and balls, but I've never taken it down my throat. And when he cums, it's usually on my face. I've never swallowed him."

"Why me?"

"It just seems exciting with you. I'm going to do it again – with you, I hope."

"It'll be my pleasure."

We weren't through. I wanted her fabulous body on mine. I wanted my body on hers. I wanted my Cock in her pussy, on top, on the bottom, whatever. Melanie was no Virgin. She had an idea what she wanted. I let her lead the way. She continued sucking my Cock with vigorous enthusiasm. I felt lucky as the guy who hit the lottery. I wanted more – and I was going to get more.

Melanie loved to exhibit her body, all her parts, her smooth skin, her well-proportioned body. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her. She loved to flex and use her body in agile positions. She rolled onto her side. I lifted her left leg up, inserting my Cock into her pussy. It allowed me to fuck her while holding her tits and kissing her ear lobes, which she loved.

She rolled on my back side, facing toward the window – away from me – hoisted her pussy onto my Cock. This drove her insane. She was gasping, moaning and enjoying every movement. I felt her climax again. That was, by my count, at least three times. I wanted more. She wanted more. We wanted each other. Forget our married partners for a moment, or two.

I rolled Melanie on her back, pulled up her right leg and moved the head of my Cock up and down her clitoris. This drove her even crazier, rolling her head back and forth in complete ecstasy. I was in no hurry and I think Melanie appreciated that. Let's take our time and enjoy the act.

Finally, my Cock found its desired mark. I drove it as far in as I could, completely lost inside Melanie's pussy. It was in and out. More rubbing the head on her clit. More ecstasy. She reached to put it back inside. Melanie had to have it. I have to admit that my Cock seemed a little larger than normal. But I'd learned that it was only relative to the size of the pussy I was fucking.

Amy's a little larger, so her pussy was looser. Meredith's, too, was slightly larger than Melanie's. But Melanie had a tightly-tucked pussy. It was fabulous. It made my Cock feel like some porno star, like it actually had some real size. In reality it stretched, maybe, to eight inches.

"Dustin's isn't that big," she said. "I've only had two Cocks in my life – yours and his. Yours is great."

I made a mistake when I said this: "Well, you should get out more, young lady. There are lots of Cocks bigger than mine."

Great. I was balling this great-looking chick and I'm advertising for someone else with a bigger Cock. That's all she needed was that thought planted in her mind. I could see it now: Melanie, seeking the pleasures and riches of life, continues her great male conquest to see if she could shag the biggest Cock of her life.

But she wasn't in that frame of mind. She gave a dainty little laugh. "I'm never doing this with anyone else. It's just you and Dustin."

"Really?"

"We have to be careful. I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea. I don't want my mom and dad, or my sister, or my husband, watching us go off together. I don't want them to suspect a thing. We'll have to be real careful. I mean, REAL CAREFUL!"

"Amen to that," I said.

We continued to fuck. My Cock kept its hardness – I'd had trouble with that, at times – and continued to lay that pipe into Melanie's beautiful body. I knew she'd never done it anally, but I had to try. Apparently, Dustin had tried before, too.

"No, no," she said.

"What?"

Of course, I knew she was referring to my Cock taking a different pathway – into her asshole. "You don't like it?"

"How would you like something stuck up your ass?"

"Well, I would say no."

"All right, then."

It was back inside her pussy. But I've long since learned never to give up hope. The moisture, mine and hers, had developed some nice lubrication. I used my fingers to penetrate her asshole, slightly at first. Evidently, she felt a little cringe of comfort.

"Try that again," she said.

All right, my finger was gently placed into her asshole. My Cock was about as moist as a melting popsicle, so I pulled out of her pussy. I made my favorite asshole-entry movement. I placed the head of my Cock just inside her ass. It felt great. My balls felt full and ready to explode.

"Go deeper."

Okay, I went for it. Slowly, effortlessly and smoothly, I laid that sucker into her asshole. Her body shivered with excitement. "No, no. Take it out. Take it out."

It was too much for her. Maybe another time. She said, "I'm sorry."

I bent over to kiss her. "Don't worry."

It was back inside her pussy. My balls were loaded up for another explosion. No talk of a rubber had taken place. I'd assumed Melanie was in prime position for the month, so I let it rip. It came splashing out. I let loose a cry of ecstasy. My eyes were closed tight, just thinking of the pleasure. It kept coming. I left my Cock inside her pussy. Every drip was left inside her moist, precious and delicate pussy.

My Cock started softening, so I exited and bent down to her pussy. I licked her all around her entire vagina area. She said, "I've never felt so good – ever."

Well, I'd promised her dinner – or she promised me. We dressed, walked outside and discovered an Italian place across the street. Melanie and I, fully expecting to return to our room, walked to the place. We had a nice meal, wine included. Melanie probably drank two-thirds of the bottle. I had one glass, sipping it slowly. I wanted her to feel the relaxation of the alcohol. I wanted another shot at Melanie.

I ordered lightly, drank lightly – I just can't have pleasurable sex on a full stomach – and I figured, "I can eat any time. But I can't fuck Melanie any time." So I held off on the food. Melanie didn't seem to notice.

There was a park that had a nice pathway. It curled around a lake, measuring about two miles in length. For me, it was the perfect thing to do after eating. We'd work the meal off and make our way back to the motel for some more fucking.

It was that dress. The black one. No matter what, Melanie looked superb in that piece of clothing. It was fancy without being showy. It was sexy without being provocative. It was the perfect fit on this perfect woman. We walked into the night through the park. There was grass and bushes everywhere. We held hands. We stopped and kissed. We fondled each other. It was that last act that got it started.

She was rubbing my Cock. That old sucker just came to life again. Using Melanie as its soul, my Cock was unzipped from its place in my shorts. She sucked it back and forth; deep-throating me so absolutely perfectly. Within five minutes, she struck oil again. I erupted into her face and hair.

"Fuck me," she said. "I don't care how. Just fuck me."

I would've preferred the motel room, but we still had it, in case we wanted more. And I did. I reached up Melanie's dress and pulled down her thong underwear. From behind, I placed my Cock into her moistened pussy. If you'll recall, I came inside her and my fluids was still safely in her. There was plenty of lubrication.

I was ready to cum again. A fourth time within a few hours. It was all Melanie, believe me. I erupted again inside her. This time, I pulled out and sprayed her ass crack and butt. I moved my hardened Cock all over her ass, back into her pussy – in and out, in and out.

Finally, I was through.

"Let's head back." In the darkness, though, we couldn't find her thong panties. Melanie was concerned.

"I bought those for Dustin," she said. "I mean, he bought them for me. If he finds out I took them on this trip, I don't know what he'd think."

I nodded. I understood completely. Why would his wife take her thong panties on a trip that he didn't come, too?

"Just buy another pair."

"He got them at Victoria's Secret."

"We have one of those stores down here. There's one in Palm Springs."

"There is? I really think we need to go there and get another pair."

"All right. Let's go."

Four times in three hours. We still had the room. We go on a mission to Victoria's Secret. How does that hurt the cause? Damned right I'm going. To be seen in a place like that with Melanie? That's the way life is supposed to be, baby.

We bought the thong panties – and one other thing. It was a feather. Cost $1.99, plus tax -$2.08 all together. We headed back to the motel. It was close to 10 at night. We had, maybe, an hour to do one more little romp before we had to head back. I was going to use that feather.

She got me first. There was no façade this time. Once the door was closed, we ripped our clothes off so fast. Melanie got to the feather first. She used it on my ass, my Cock, my nipples. Oh, god, this was the definition of pleasure – a beautiful woman using that feather for a little foreplay. Her mouth went to my Cock. The feather, the mouth at the same time. God, I was in heaven.

I was going for that fifth eruption. Please, one more time. At this point, I wasn't sure what pleasured me more: Getting oral and featherly pleasure from Melanie, or watching her getting her share of the fun. I got the feather. Her pussy, her nipples, her ass – everywhere. I bent down and ate her clitoris, digging my tongue inside her pussy. My Cock was hardened for one last stand.

Finally, the blow hole blew. Inside her, again. I couldn't hold it any longer. My Cock softened quickly, having done a magnificent job. I rolled over and lay beside her. I massaged her chest and stomach, tickling her. She propped herself on one elbow, facing me.

"I think we'd better get back now."

Words that I hated to hear, but I knew she was right. That black dress went back on her wonderful body and those brand new, identical thong panties were replaced over that moistened and cum-laden snatch. I dressed, too, but I couldn't possibly remember what the hell I was wearing.

We drove home. Melanie had a plan in mind for her parents. "Just drop me off up the street," she said. "As far as they know, I went to Palm Springs for the reunion. I'll just tell them about the mistake and I went to a movie."

I shook my head in amazement over the incredible evening I just had. "I love you, baby. I know I shouldn't say it, but I love you."

She shot me one of the sweetest smiles I've ever seen. "I love you, too. I'll never forget this night."

"Neither will I."

"Are you my boyfriend?"

"Forever."

She opened the door to ease out of the car. "Bye."


Epilogue

So it happened that on a day when my son had a high school baseball game, my wife got a telephone call from her mother. She had news. Her daughter, Amy, had been to the doctor. She was pregnant. It would be her third child. Maria would be a grandmother again – her 11th. Amy was reported to be a little shaky, but happy.

When I went to my son's game that day, all I could think about was the ultimate question: Who was the father of Amy's baby?

Ten days later, the telephone rang. I answered and picked up the receiver. A familiar voice at the other end called my name. I said, "Hi, Meredith."

Was my wife at home? "Well, no, she's at the store. What's up?"

She had news. In a low, hush-hush type of voice, Meredith explained the reason for her call. "I'm pregnant," she said.

Meredith didn't have to say it. There was an understanding. It would be her sixth child – two more than what she and Kerry had planned. "I'm not sure it's yours," she said softly, "but I think it is. We have to talk."

Oh, sure. Talking was what got us into this mess.

I had no doubt that Melanie would be a third pregnant sister. No doubt, whatsoever. It was just a question of when we'd get that call. Sure enough, it came eight days later. An email to family and friends. I believe the words were, "We're expecting our fourth child next March. It's a little unexpected, but we're happy and we're ready."

I wrote a reply to Melanie. Knowing certainly that more than one set of eyes beyond hers might see my words, I was careful. "I'm happy, too." I clicked "reply."

I could recall the advice of a college professor who saw me trying to hit on a babe in his class one day. "Keep it tucked safely in your pants," he said, "and you'll never have to worry about any problems."

If I'd have done a better job at college, I'd have graduated. I never could seem to pay attention.