In the morning he was back again in the kitchen with me, often sniffing my hair, feeling me and hugging me from behind.
‘It was real heaven yesterday with your panties. It was the most delicious thing I ever had in my whole life,’ he proclaimed.
I suppressed a smile, too embarrassed to say anything. Thereafter it became a routine. We would kiss passionately before he goes to the coaching center and also when he returns in the evening. Before retiring for bed, I would give him my panties which he would lick and enjoy at night and place on the line in the morning after washing it. We remained warm and caring for each other all the time. I was happy that albeit the strong temptations, we never transgressed the borderlines to the no man’s land of unbridled passions.
The next strong push in the queer but quaint direction happened with the visit of my younger sister Mary. She visits us on an off, whenever her husband is away on long tour. She is afraid to stay alone at night. Sometimes she would invite Alex to give her company at night. She is a younger edition of me with her 35 years and a bold appetite for life. When she is around we had to be careful. In the morning, before going to his coaching center, Alex insisted that he should have the regular petting session. I cautioned him that we could be caught red handed by the nosy Mary. But he was adamant. At last I yielded because it was impossible to deny him anything.
Late in the morning Mary confronted me with a vicious grin.
‘I demand an explanation,’ she said, ‘for the un motherly kiss you shared with Alex’
‘How do you know there is nothing unmotherly in it,’ I protested.
‘Wrong. I have been watching you and listening to the sounds from the room. Now out with it.’
‘You are sick,’ I hissed.
‘Dear Alice, there is no need to hide anything from me. I can be truthful to you if you are truthful with me. We are almost in the same boat.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Come sit here and relax. We cannot and will not harm each other.’
I sat on the sofa and looked down peevishly.
‘You are beautiful, do you know that. Your moron of a husband does not know that. I am not as attractive as you are. If I had breasts as beautiful as yours. In fact I had a crush on you for long. But that is not the point. You should not let slip the good fortune you are blessed with. Opportunity does not knock twice.’
‘Tell me in plain language.’
‘You will be the luckiest girl on earth, if you play your cards diligently,’ she said.
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Well, Alex is an asset, in bed and outside it. We have made love quite a number of times. Once you make love to him, you are hooked. He is created to please a woman. He makes love with his soul mind and body. And then he has infinite patience. Such men are one in a million. Only problem is that he is obsessed with you. I am capitalizing on the promise that I am your younger edition. He is lavishing me because he cannot have you. I would never have shared him with anybody else, had it not been for his organic love for you. Instead of school girlish kissing really have him, then you know what his tongue and fingers in harmony with his soul and mind can do to you. But that is only the tip of the story. I can never let you know in dear words of human speech what his blessed manhood can do to a woman. No man could ever fill me and satisfy me the way he does.’