Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Devil With A Deal:>>Ep28

We'd done it. Our marriage had gone right over the falls, but it was mostly intact. I felt it. There'd been a moment when I was with Tara on the couch that it had cracked. Then again, back in that bedroom, with Kate completely under Brian's control, it had snapped a little more. And I'd felt like nothing would be the same.

But somehow, now that we were leaving that party, I was sure we'd managed to seal it back up. Chipped and misshapen but workable. I could forgive Kate everything if this was the first step to a stronger marriage. Kate could absolve me if I used this incident as a spark to reignite our passion.

We got to the bottom of the stairs. I could see the front door in front of me. Over a pile of prone, sleeping bodies, yes, but reachable. This was it. We were going to make it.

"There you are!" Tara, my cute, redheaded sister-in-law, appeared in front of us like she'd been conjured out of nothing. "I've been looking all over for you two."

The cute, slim woman had found her way back into her jeans and t-shirt. More noticeable, however, was what else she'd found. Tara was dragging Mason along behind her. I immediately recognized the blond man from Kate's previous, masturbatory encounter. My wife did too. As soon as Kate saw whose hand Tara was holding, she blushed and shrank behind me.

Mason's blond hair was perfectly coiffed in devil-may-care curls. He had a cleft chin, high cheekbones and bright blue eyes. His button-down flannel and blue jeans completed the standard good ol' boy package. He reminded me of the kind of guys TV execs used to drool over in the 70s. He gave my wife a knowing smile, but he was smart enough to not say anything more.

Tara had also uncovered one other thing of note: my pants. Apparently, she'd been able to dig them off the living room floor. Kate gave me a calculating look as her sister handed me my trousers.

"Thank you for, um, finding these," I said. Tara cocked her eyebrow my way, but she didn't elaborate.

I was comfortable enough in Brian's sweatpants and didn't feel like getting dressed in the hallway. So, I reached into my pockets and pulled out my phone and wallet but held the slacks in front of me like they were a parting gift. "We're heading home," I told Tara, forcefully. Making my message clear. Let's go.

Tara made a little girl moue. I was reminded of the other, non-sexy side of my wife's kid sister -- the kid part.

going to watch the sunrise in the hot tub," Tara said, matching my

was. I assumed Tara and Mason, but the way she said it made me think she might mean more than that. In fact, I was starting to wonder about a lot of stuff with

Kate and I had been the wild ones the last few hours. But seeing Tara and Mason, even though they were both completely clothed, made me rethink

should come with us," Tara said, "Mason says it's amazing. There's this huge deck and it's just cold enough outside

She was clearly parroting something he'd said to her earlier and he liked the way his words sounded in her

bathing suit," Kate said. Like that was truly the only thing

Tara said, "It's no

Tara a little kiss on the cheek. I recognized him immediately, as well: it was the other guy from Kate's

saw my wife standing behind me. He reached out to

off his taut, dark-skinned chest. His oil-black hair hung playfully over one eye. The smile on his face as he stared at my wife was

Carlos continued, "You

she would want to stay considering all the risks we might encounter. But on the other, I didn't think she wanted to abandon her little sister, either. In other words, I knew my wife wanted me to give the right answer, but I didn't know

breaths. Yet now, it seemed as far away as ever. I knew my wife; she wasn't leaving without Tara in tow. And I wasn't leaving without Kate. Which meant that we were all anchored, again. As our ship

talked about this, Kate," Tara said, "Don't keep doing this to

out of the room. Kate and I were alone again, looking at each other dumbly. Like a tornado had just randomly sped past and neither of us knew how to

strange, silen staring showdown. I eyed my wife, intrigued. What did Tara mean by we've talked about this? All sorts of theories traipsed through my thoughts, but

other hand, stared pointedly at the empty pair of pants I was holding in my hands like some weird, khaki fig leaf. As if there was

all coming crashing down. The reality of what had happened the night before. I looked into my wife's innocent face. All I could see were the shadows of her younger sister. I knew I shouldn't have, but in the moment, I couldn't