Would he think I was a low-fife asshole and his wife a cheating whore or would he understand? I laid there staring up at the ceiling and relieved the ...ast eight years in my mind.That first night she had walked in the front door of my apartment and had wasted no time."Where is the bedroom?"I pointed and she said, "Hurry" and as she headed for it she was pulling her sweater over her head. Her bra hit the floor as she walked through the bedroom door and she was kicking her skirt and panties away. It was Sunday morning and I lay there trying to get my senses about me. It had been a crazy weekend so far. Marla, my wife, was already out of bed. I wondered if Jim and Carol, my in-laws, were awake yet. They had spent the night and things had gotten crazy between me and Carol. I had fucked her twice the previous night, and still wanted more of her sweet stuff. I managed to roll myself out of bed and quickly took a shower. Then, I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and made my way down. There we joined up with some other friends and the evening took off big time. Shirley and I danced together a lot at the club that night; to be honest she was all over me and as she was the love of my brother's life, I did feel uncomfortable about it. But I consoled myself with the knowledge that their courtship was theoretically over.When it was time for us all to go home, I found Shirley and her friends a taxi to take them back to their hotel. But Shirley wouldn't get in it."I'm coming home. They were both dressed in hats, sunglasses, bikinis and bare feet. As soon as the boat pulled away from the dock they took the tops of their bikinis off. The mother presented me with a bottle of blockout and asked me to rub it on her back, which I did. Then her daughter wanted the same treatment. OK. But then she wanted me to do her front as well, so I payed special attention to her boobs, squeezing each nipple as I did. Then I knelt in front of her and rubbed the cream into her legs, all up.