Upon coming down, we found Yvonne already waiting for us so we all piled into the car and set off for the beach.
Yvonne and the girls stay stretched out to a month.. then two months, I would be given the keys to Yvonne’s house, to do periodic checks and boy did I have fun. Obviously I would take the opportunity to look through the lingerie drawers of all the girls. It felt weird at first, stepping into their house. Pictures of Yvonne and the kids and her husband everywhere, it was as though everywhere I walked through the house, I was being watched.
In their bedroom there was their wedding picture above the bed, I swear his eyes followed me around the room. Looking at me tentatively open Yvonne’s lingerie drawer. It was stuffed full. She had two drawers, one for panty’s and the other for bras. I have to confess, I am a panty man, so I would always go through those first. Mind you it was a big drawer 90cm wide and 60cm deep filled to the brim with panties.
I went through them and picked out a few that I liked from the bottom of the drawer as they were probably not worn recently and might not be missed and kept those for myself. I then again proceeded to catalogue all her lingerie. Including brand and bra size. By the time I had finished, it was over an hour and some 450 pictures later.
By that time, there was no stopping me. I had to see what both Zoe and Carol had. So I did the same, went in each of their rooms, both were adorned differently, Zoe’s was vibrant full of colour, her stuffed toys sitting on the shelf behind her bed, her desk, still in disarray as she had left it. Zoe’s room was that of your typical 12 year old, nothing that would draw your attention. A quick look and I found what I was looking for, she did not have much. In her drawer, I found her training bras and a handful of panties. I dutifully catalogued each one and picked one for a souvenir.
I saved Carol for last as she was my crush. Entering her room gave me a surreal experience, a sense of being in a place you are not supposed to be, a thrill, even though I had been in there many times, this was the one time, I was there to do a dastardly deed.
Stepping into Carol’s room, it was pink everywhere, her bed cover, her sheets, her pillows, all shades of pink. Even her desk was pink. She had a pink carpet on the floor and the room smelt of roses. I had gotten Carol some rare rose essential oils from one of my trips overseas, she used it every day as an aroma oil. The faint scent still lingered after all this time. As soon as I had stepped into the room, time seemed to stand still. I took my time just taking everything in. I sniffed the pillow she slept on, I touched the desk she used. There were clothes on the floor in a pile in the corner, I looked through them, found her used panty which I pocketed for a keepsake. ( I would later put that into a ziploc bag just to try and keep the smell longer.. ) I repeated what I had done with Yvonne and catalogued all her lingerie. It came up to about 200 pics. I also took one or two souvenirs.
By the time I had finished, over 2 hours had passed. I did not know where the time went, but I knew the girls would be wondering where I was so I made a quick exit and headed back home.
By the time I had finished, over 2 hours had passed. I did not know where the time went, but I knew the girls would be wondering where I was so I made a quick exit and headed back home.
I made a quick detour on the way home to get some cakes and pastries from the french bakery enroute.
The moment I opened the door..
My wife: How come you took so long?
Houses: Decided to make a stop for these and just did a through inspection on Yvonne’s house..
As I said those words, I put the box of cakes and pastries on the table..
My wife: Oooh.. my favourite. Thanks dear..
Gives me a peck on the left cheek.
Yvonne: Thank you for checking my house and the cakes.
Gives me a peck on my right cheek.
Now that was a bit awkward. Right in front of my wife. I know they are both good friends, almost like sisters, but still felt weird.
I excused myself to go back to the garage giving some excuse that I wanted to go look for something. I went to my “man cave” which was a small room at the rear of the garage where I kept all my “treasures” this room was always locked and because of the way I had arranged the storage, it was mostly hidden from view that my wife does not notice it.
Once inside I take out my “treasures”. I label them and put them away for use at a later date. I make my way back to the living room where I am confronted by two women with their mouths stuffed full cakes.
Houses: Hey leave some for the girls. (Meaning Carol and Zoe)
So just like that Yvonne and the girls became part of our family. Things were comfortable and it was all going well. Work was good, business was good. Another few months on from there, I came back one day from a client meeting to be confronted by the two women again.
My wife: Dear, we have something to discuss.
Houses: What do you mean we?
My wife: Yvonne and I want to discuss a matter with you.
Houses: Oh. I am sure it will be ok if you are ok with it. (I said to my wife.)
My wife: Just wait to hear us out.
Yvonne: Yes, please hear us out.
Houses: Ok. What is up?
My wife: Was thinking that since Yvonne cannot bear to go back to her place, that they put it up for rental and she and the girls can move in with us.
Houses: Where are we going to fit all the furniture?
My wife: Yvonne and I have already discussed it. She will leave her furniture at her place and rent it out fully furnished, she will have all her clothes taken here and all of her items like pictures, sculptures etc. Our garage is big enough to store their stuff.
She was not wrong there, we had a 6 car garage but only 3 cars at the moment, so plenty of space.
Houses: As long as you leave me space for the sports car you always said I could get.
My wife: Hmph.. sports car.. helping Yvonne and the girls is more important.
Typical woman speak. But as you know happy wife, happy life. So I agreed with the proposal and that was that. Yvonne asked for help to move her stuff, I arranged for a removalist to do so.
Yvonne: Can I ask one more favour?
Houses: Sure.
Yvonne: Can you help me with the move I still cannot bear to go back to the house.
Houses: Okay I guess.. (there goes a weekend..)
Just as we finished the “discussion” the girls appeared from the indoor pool. Both were wearing one piece swim suits. Zoe’s was black but showed off her body well. She was developing nicely I thought to myself. Carol was wearing a light blue one piece which showed camel toe and raisins on top. If the two ladies were not there, I would have drooled with a puddle of saliva on the floor. As they were both used to me, they did not bother to cover up and both came running over to say hello. I got two very wet hugs. Not to say that I minded in the least.
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I got two very wet hugs. Not to say that I minded in the least.
Those were the two best hugs of my life. I felt both sexy bodies pressed hard against mine, Carol’s more developed breasts pressed into my lower ribs, I had my hands hugging her and just at the point between where her swimsuit meets her hip, so I was technically getting some feel of her soft flesh. With Zoe on the other side, her body plastered to me and my hands on her back holding her close. I tried not to think any naughty thoughts and tried very hard not to move my hands too much.
It was a hug that seemed to last for ages and I was not complaining.
Yvonne: Girls! You got your god-pa all wet.. just look at him.
That was true though, my linen shirt and pants were soaked through and as I was wearing a white shirt and beige pants, by the time the girls pulled away, you could make out my the skin tones of my abs beneath my shirt and the dark grey undies I was wearing that day.
I looked down at myself and made a hasty exit to get changed.
Yvonne calling after me: Sorry about that..
Houses: Not to worry, it is a small matter.
I came back down all refreshed and changed into more comfortable shorts and a polo shirt.
Shortly the two girls came down to join us adults in the living room, Zoe took up her usual place, head resting on my thigh and asking for tummy rubs. This became a ritual with us and I just absent mindedly rubbed her tummy. Zoe pulled a throw over herself and she then slipped my hand under her T-shirt with out letting Yvonne, Carol or my wife see.
Zoe pulled a throw over herself and she then slipped my hand under her T-shirt with out letting Yvonne, Carol or my wife see.
That first touch of skin on skin sent jolts through my nerve endings to my brain. Zoe has a flat stomach and really really smooth skin. I was rubbing her tummy and everytime I would stop for a while because my hand got tired, she would make a tsk sound and I would continue. At first I was rubbing horizontally back and forth, but Zoe I guess had other ideas and started moving my hands vertically up and down.
I obliged the change in direction, but was very careful not to go to far up or down. On one of the upstrokes, Zoe’s hand bumped mine and I went higher than expected and accidentally brushed against the starting buds of her underboob. I tried to keep a straight face so no one else would notice. Zoe turned to face me and gave me a small very quick wink. Did I just imagine that or did Zoe actually give me a wink? It happened all so fast.
We were all chatting away in the living room when all of a sudden, we hard a loud rumble come from Carol’s tummy.
Carol: Oops! heheh..
Yvonne: Are you hungry dear?
Carol: A bit.
My wife: lets go out for dinner then as we have not got anything ready yet.
Houses: Sure thing. (Using this as a good excuse to extricate myself from Zoe to go change)
Dinner was a casual affair at the club. The girls ordering fried chicken and we adults ordered some dishes to share. The girls then wanted to go bowling and as it was a friday with no school the next day, we did.
It was hard for me to concentrate on bowling a good game with 4 beautiful temptresses infront of you. Zoe was wearing flared shorts and everytime she bowled, you could almost make out the bottoms of her undies as her shorts swayed with her bowling motion. Carol was wearing short cut jean shorts and that left nothing to the imagination. Her butt cheeks showing prominently everytime she bent down.
Fighting for attention were both my wife who wore tight jeans which accentuated her lovely figure and Yvonne who wore a mini-skirt which was a tease in itself everytime she would bowl. You could almost swear that you could see her white undies. I knew they were when because we got 2 lanes and she would skit opposite me and I don’t know whether it was on purpose or carelessness, but she flashed me a couple of times.
Hey.. I am not complaining.
Hey.. I am not complaining.
Time passes fast when you are having fun. Though I have to say having the guests with us, it was hard for me to get any action from my wife. The most I would get is a quickie and even then.. it was just that. I guess I got my “excitement” from the things happening around me when Yvonne and the girls were there.
Before you knew it 2 years had passed, Carol had finished her “O” levels and Zoe was in Sec 2. Yvonne was more emotionally stable, even though she still could not go back to the house. I always wondered why. Everytime some thing came up with the house, she would always ask me to handle it.
I guess one time curiosity got the better of me and I asked Yvonne about it. Initially she was reluctant to talk, but after much pestering on my part, she relented and dropped a bombshell.
I guess one time curiosity got the better of me and I asked Yvonne about it. Initially she was reluctant to talk, but after much pestering on my part, she relented and dropped a bombshell.
Yvonne took a seat on the sofa and began telling me her story.
This happened about a year before Mark my husband died. Yvonne began to say that she thought that things were going well with her family, her life and her husband. The girls were doing well, they had us as really good friends. Then without warning, things just seemed to take a turn for the worse.
There would be times when Yvonne came home and she said she could smell a different perfume in the air. But she could not be sure, it was a very strong scent and when she confronted Mark about it, he was just say that it was a new air freshener. Mark would proceed to bring out an air freshener and it would smell very similar to the perfume. Yvonne then thought no more about it. Until Carol said that she found a strand of red hair on her pillow.
Until Carol said that she found a strand of red hair on her pillow.
Carol said that her bed smelt of a funny smell and when Yvonne went to check it out, she found more strands of red hair and stains on the bedsheets. Some of which she said looked like blood.
Yvonne changed and washed Carol’s sheets that night. But did not say anything to Mark when he came back.
It was only then that I realized that her happy life was not so happy.
Houses: So how long has this been going on?
Yvonne: This? For quite some time, I think it first started after Carol was born, I was still quite bloated from the birth and not into making love as I was very sore down there still. He would pester me to give him blow jobs when Carol was asleep, once he even tried to do it in my anus!
Houses: Ah. So how did you end up having Zoe?
Yvonne: Don’t tell her, but she was an accident. Mark came back one night after his boozing and drinking and basically raped me.
Houses: What?! He did that!!??
Yvonne: Yes, all I could do was just wash myself. I have not felt so dirty since.
Houses: So it was only the one affair?
Yvonne: No, there have been many. I finally caught him with the woman with the red hair doing it in Carol’s bed. She was Carol’s swim coach.
Only when Yvonne said that did I put two and two together. Yes, Carol had a swim coach with red dyed hair, you would not notice it most times because she kept it under a swim cap. But there was that one time after class, she took off the cap and I happened to see it. Wow, she was a looker I thought and for the short, brief moment, I was envious of Mark.
Yvonne: He was doing it in the doggie position and grabbing her breasts, he did not see me or hear me as I was watching through the door which was left adjar. He probably did not even think I would be back home at that hour, but I came back to get some files I left at home for work. How could he? Our daughters swim coach! She was only 19 and she was wearing her swimsuit.
She was only 19 and she was wearing her swimsuit.
Yvonne: He was pounding away at her, savagely and grabbing her by the waist as he thrust. He then turned her over and did it missionary style, it was then that I saw that her swimsuit was actually Carol’s. My mind was reeling from the sight before me, her moans, his grunting. It was all too much for me, but somehow could not find it within me to move away. I watched till the bitter end, when he came in her, he was not wearing any protection, and I saw his cum, leak from her vagina as he pulled out and made her suck him clean.
At this point, I was actually aroused by the story and had taken a cushion to hide my excitement. I tried my best to pay attention to Yvonne and to console her.
Yvonne: I left the house quietly and kept these things in my heart as I knew the girls loved their dad. But in Carol’s swim suit? Really? I threw that swimsuit away and Carol has been asking why as it was her favourite. He took her virginity, I am sure of that too. How did I not see this one?
Houses: So sorry Yvonne. Sometimes you just want to believe they can change…
Yvonne: But he promised after the last time. He promised on his knees begging me to take him back, to give him one last chance.
Houses: Sorry but how many times has this happened?
Yvonne: I know of at least 5 incidents. The last time, I got my dad involved and he said that he had a good chat with Mark, and that he would break him if he broke my heart. If it was not for my dad, Mark would not be where he was. I feel so betrayed by that man. The worst part is, after the accident, the police returned me some of Marks personal belongings, amongst them was his mobile phone. When I went through the phone, there were so many videos, pictures of him with other women, some too disgusting to even mention!
I was thinking in my head, I wonder if the phone is still around? I know it was bad of me, but I sure did want to have a look now that all this talk has gotten me curious.
Houses: So who was the first?
Yvonne: One of the office ladies working with him at that time.
Houses: How did you find out?
Yvonne: One night, there was a call to the house, when I picked up the phone, there was a drunk lady at the other end of the line, she was screaming obscenities at me. I said to her you must have gotten the wrong number, she yelled back, Mark is mine! Then she hung up. I asked Mark about it when he got back that night, he said she was just drunk and that she had a crush on him but he did not do anything. I still trusted him at that time so let it go. But a few more things happened that made me suspicious.
Houses: ….
Yvonne: Over the next few months, I would get phone calls at work and when I pick up, I could hear breathing on the other end of the line, but no one was talking. Then on one of those phone calls, the person spoke in a disguised voice, I know.. I know.. and hung up.
Yvonne: The worst part came when I heard Zoe screaming into the phone a few weeks later, you hateful woman… I hate you. See if you dare… I will call the police. And Zoe slammed the phone down. When I asked her what it was about, she said some lady said she knew where she and che che were studying and that if we were not careful, she would kidnap us. That same day, I got a call from one of my girl friends, saying they had seen Mark and another woman smooching at a cafe. This then confirmed my suspicions.
This then confirmed my suspicions.
Yvonne: When Mark came home that night, we had a huge fight, I confronted him, he denied, then when I brought up the threats to our children, he broke down and confessed, saying it was a momentary lapse, that me not wanting to have sex with him and him being sexually frustrated led to all these things happening. I screamed at him saying I wanted him to fix this, for this psycho woman to stop harassing our family. I asked him whether he had done it, he said not yet. Only kissing and holding hands. He said he would take care of it. I believed him.
Houses: woah.. did not think he had it in him, he seemed like such an upstanding guy.
Yvonne: He was when we first met, all those years ago, he was the goody nerdy type with muscles. It was when he started working with his firm that things started to change, he started to objectify women more, something which he did not do before, the changes were gradual, a comment there, a lingering look elsewhere, a small touch where he should not have.
Yvonne: Soon it had progressed further, he was more adventurous in bed, which I initially thought was a good thing, till he took it too far, he wanted to try all sorts of weird stuff like bondage, anal sex, role play, he even bought me a costume to wear on one of our sessions, me giving in then only served to encourage him more, once he even tied me up while I was sleeping and stripped me leaving me naked on the bed. He even dripped hot candle wax on me. I could see he was getting more perverted. Wondering where he got his ideas from, I did a history search on his computer, he was watching porn. I could not believe it. This nerdy guy who was always so gentlemanly… but I came to accept his change in sexual preferences and thought why not, it would keep things interesting. But he always wanted to do the things I was most uncomfortable with. He even tried to arrange a swing session with other couples.
Houses: he what!?? so did you?
I had a full on boner by then, but thankfully the cushion kept it a secret from Yvonne.
Yvonne: After much persuasion, I went, but we did not do anything, except watch other couples swap partners and do the deeds, Mark seemed to be engrossed in this and he really wanted to participate, but I did not want to and the rules are that it has to be consensual. So we were allowed to stay and watch. I kept pestering him to leave as I was not comfortable. He made me stay till almost the end. The last straw was when one of the couples, invited Mark to join in and he did not hesitate. Can you imagine what it is like for me to see him being fondled and kissed by another woman?! It was too much for me and I dragged him out of there crying. He was mad at me, he said I was a prude and no fun at all. This was a year into the marriage, Carol had yet to be born. I just cried myself to sleep that night wondering what happened to my husband and marriage?