This story involves a guy who after finding out his wife is 
having an affair, leaves the suburbs for a quite life in the 
city with his teenage son. However, country life isn’t 
always quiet when your past comes looking for you. If 
that’s not your thing, take a look at some of my other 
stuff at www.asstr.org/~Secret_DC_Guy. If you are still 
with me I hope you enjoy it and would love to hear 
feedback at secretdcguy@hotmail.com. 
   
   
   My House among the Hills
   
   Chapter 1
   Then Along Comes a Woman
     (cuck, MF, rom, preg)
     
     I always enjoyed my morning cup of coffee. Whether 
I was sitting on my back patio or in the sunroom, I 
looked out to the hills that surround the house. I would 
always wait until my son had left for school or for some 
summer activity, so I could enjoy the tranquility of the 
country life. Whether the hills were snow covered, green 
with the young spring grass, golden from the knee-high 
grass during the summer, or brown from the dead grass 
broken by the autumn wind, they made me feel safe from 
the chaos that had ruled the past few years.
     It hadn’t always been this way.
     I really wasn’t a country boy for most of my life. 
Rather, I had always been the quintessential suburban 
schmuck, driving back and forth into the city to work as 
an accountant on weekdays and shopping for groceries or 
other stuff on the weekend. You could have mistaken me 
for just about anybody.
     Two things brought me solace in that life. The first 
was my son, who was now 14 years old. The other was 
my wife. Beth and I had met in college—the impossible 
couple everybody rooted for. She was the daughter of a 
rich financier; I was a boy out of the foster care system 
on need-based scholarships. Though her parents 
disapproved, we were married the weekend after 
graduation. Two years later, Jonathan came along.
     Until about two years ago, things had been great. 
But real-life fairytales rarely end well, and our marriage 
eventually failed. When my son was about in middle 
school, Beth decided she didn’t need to be around the 
house anymore. With nothing better to do, she decided 
to take up tennis. She found a partner named Denise, 
and they quickly became best friends. Soon, our two 
families were spending most of our time together. Denise 
and her husband Mario would bring their daughters to 
Sunday brunch at our house, and we would go to their 
house for picnics. 
     Soon though, things started to get weird. First, 
Denise mentioned offhand that Beth had been canceling 
the tennis dates. However, I would notice that Beth’s 
clothing smelled of sweat every night, so she was 
obviously doing something physical during the day. 
Eventually, my suspicion got the best of me. 
     One Friday I took a day off from work without telling 
my wife. She had told me that she was playing tennis 
with Beth. So at the planned time, I pulled my car into 
the parking lot of our country club. When I got to the 
tennis courts, Denise was waiting impatiently. Although 
Beth would usually call when she wasn’t going to be 
around, today she hadn’t. Denise explained that with 
some warning she would’ve found something else to do. 
Her husband, Mario, worked from home, and she didn’t 
want to disturb him. So she would usually go to the spa, 
or a museum, or the center for runaways where she 
volunteered. Today, though, she thought she would just 
go home.
     Sometimes, things in life that seem innocuous end 
up causing the biggest changes. When we got to the 
parking lot somebody had backed into Denise’s car 
leaving it undrivable. After about an hour it was being 
towed to the garage, and I was driving Denise home. 
     We both knew something was going on when we saw 
my wife’s car in Denise and Mario’s driveway. Fearing the 
worst, we snuck into the house together. As we 
suspected, we heard noises upstairs. We crept up the 
stairs, and opened their bedroom door a crack. Inside we 
saw Beth bent over the bed, with Mario ramming himself 
inside of her. She was moaning about how great he was 
at fucking her. Her breasts swung back and forth with 
every stroke. Mario held her by the hair, pulling her head 
back so her neck was fully exposed. Finally, as Mario’s 
grunting got louder my wife yelled for him to fill her with 
his cum. They came at the same time with Mario calling 
my wife the biggest slut he ever met, and Beth saying 
that she belonged to him.
     As Denise and I were about to creep away, Beth 
looked directly at us. With a condescending smile on her 
face she asked, “Did you like the show, losers?” As we 
stood paralyzed in the hall, Mario and my wife tormented 
us about how long they had been having an affair and 
how we were too stupid to realize it. Finally, Mario said 
that since they had been busted they might as well go 
away together. We should both take the kids and clear 
out for the weekend they’d be gone by Monday.
     I had been made a cuckold, and I didn’t like it. I also 
knew that my marriage was over. So rather than face 
arguing and fighting, I took Jonathan cycling through the 
countryside for the weekend. We went to a new place, 
somewhere we had never been before. On Saturday 
night, we decided we could sneak a night of camping on 
top of a hill outside of a small town. As we pitched our 
tent, we looked down the other side and saw a rundown 
farmhouse. From a distance it looked abandoned. 
     Like two intrepid explorers, we went down to take a 
look expecting to find evidence of forgotten rural decay. 
However, when we got there we were greeted by an old 
man who invited us to spend the night. It was probably 
crazy, but for some reason we took him up on the offer.  
     The old man gave us a tour, talking about the 
memories he had shared with his family.  His children 
had long ago grown into adulthood, and his wife had 
passed away a few years before.  However, he had held 
on to it as long as he could.  Now however, the place was 
too big for him and he was going to move to Arizona 
where some of his family lived. He was just trying to get 
the place fixed up a little bit before he sold it.
     That night after the old man had gone to bed, I told 
Jonathan that his mother might not be there when we 
got home the next night. Before I could give any details 
he asked if it was because of Mario. He didn’t know 
anything for certain but he and Beth’s daughters had 
suspected something was going on. Neither of us cried, 
and we didn’t hug. The situation was what it was and we 
would have to get on without her. When we got home the 
next day my wife’s clothing and her most important 
possessions were gone. Monday afternoon the divorce 
papers were delivered to my office.
     Besides being rich, my wife’s family was intensely 
private. When they found out that a reporter from the 
gossip magazine had contacted me about a story, their 
lawyer called and asked what it would take for me to turn 
down the story. I was incredibly mad at Beth and had 
been tempted to give the interview, so I told the lawyer 
that it would take $20 million for me to keep my mouth 
shut. Two days later I received a notice that a bank 
account had been set up for me with $200 million, along 
with a note from my father-in-law saying that despite his 
disapproval I had turned out to be a good son-in-law. He 
had given me what my wife was due to inherit, and had 
also set up a trust fund for Jonathan. His only request 
was that I not give interviews and avoid contact with 
their family.
     After I told the situation to my son that night, he 
was the one who suggested we needed a new start. So 
that weekend we drove back out into the country and 
told the old man in the rundown house that we would buy 
it for the price he wanted, no work done, no questions 
asked. He gladly accepted our offer.
     It turned out the house only needed cosmetic work, 
so at the end of the school year we said goodbye to our 
friends in the suburbs and taking only our clothing and a 
few sentimental items, none of which reminded us of 
Beth, we packed up a brand-new SUV and left for our 
new house. The old house we sold for one dollar to a 
homeless family that was getting back on its feet.
     Life was good for the year after we moved. Jonathan 
and I fixed up the house together, and got involved in 
the small town community. He had been a good baseball 
player at his old school, and during the summer league in 
our new town, he proved to be a star. That helped him 
easily make friends when school started. When I finally 
got settled in, I started doing accounting work for some 
of the small businesses in town and some of the farmers 
in the area. In reality I didn’t do much work; I didn’t 
need to work at all, and felt like I deserved some time 
off. Quickly, I became accustomed to the quiet life.
     Needless to say, as I sat on a beautiful Saturday 
morning in mid-June about two years after the day that I 
had caught my wife with her best friend’s husband, I did 
not expect the quiet life to turn out to be quite strange.
     The knock on the door wasn’t unexpected. The 
farmers I worked with had no problem stopping by 
unannounced to drop off some fresh produce. In addition, 
even when Jonathan wasn’t home, which he wasn’t this 
morning, his friends didn’t have a problem stopping by to 
do something on our property. What was unexpected was 
who was at the door.
     I opened the door with a smile on my face, ready to 
greet one of my many friends from the community. 
However, my face must’ve turned to look of complete 
shock when I noticed a familiar brunette standing on my 
front porch. Denise was in front of me crying. With no 
makeup on I could see like freckles on her face and dark 
bags under her eyes. Back by a beat up car, stood her 
daughters. Maggie would now be 13 years old and looked 
like a younger version of her mother. Taylor would be 11 
and looked like a shorter twin of Maggie. Neither of them 
had their fathers look about them. What I noticed most 
about all three of them was that they were dressed in old 
worn clothing. In addition, Denise smelled as if she 
hadn’t showered in several days. I quickly invited them 
in. 
     As I got coffee for Denise and Cokes for the girls, I 
realized that I hadn’t seen Denise since the day we found 
out our spouses were having an affair. I wanted to find 
out what was going on in their lives, but I didn’t know if 
it would be a conversation appropriate to have in front of 
the girls. So I asked if there was something they wanted 
to do while I talked to their mother, to my shock they 
asked if they could each take baths. I quickly directed 
one to Jonathan’s bathroom and one to mine, getting 
fresh towels and robes for them along the way.
     Because my ex father-in-law had essentially bought 
me off, it never occurred to me that divorce may not 
have gone as well for Denise. In addition, while my ex-
wife just didn’t care what happened to Jonathan and me, 
Mario had been downright vindictive. Though they had 
kept up appearances, Denise and Mario really didn’t have 
much by way of assets, and even though he was now 
living off my wife’s money, he had demanded half of 
what little they did have. As a result, he insisted that 
they sell the house. 
     While Denise hadn’t worked for years, she was able 
to find work substitute teaching. So, for a few months 
after the settlement she was able to keep herself and the 
girls in an efficiency apartment. But then somebody, 
most likely Mario or Beth, decided to send a 
Photoshopped picture of Denise’s head on some other 
woman’s naked body to the school. Even though it wasn’t 
done well, no uptight suburban school district wants a 
scandal. Thus, Denise was removed from the substitute 
list and couldn’t find other work. They were evicted from 
their apartment, and for several months lived in shelters 
and in a used car Denise had been able to buy cheap. 
When the girls’ school year ended, they just took off with 
no particular place to go.
     Denise’s story devastated me, and I started to feel 
guilty about my comfortable life. It really wasn’t fair, I 
had gotten off so well, while Denise’s life was in 
shambles. If anyone ever needed my help it was them. 
As nobody ever wants to see a friend on the streets and 
because she didn’t know where they were going to go, I 
offered for them to stay for a little while. Though we had 
a guest bedroom where the girls could stay and I could 
rearrange my office for Denise, it would still be an 
imposition on our life. However, for an old friend who was 
down on her luck, it’s a sacrifice Jonathan and I would 
gladly make.
     At first Denise was hesitant to take the offer, but 
when Maggie and Taylor came downstairs she asked their 
opinion. The two girls were more than grateful, so their 
mother agreed. The next few hours involved me fixing up 
the rooms for them, while Denise and girls washed their 
clothing. Eventually, Denise was able to take a shower, 
and we all tried to settle in for the afternoon.
     Jonathan is probably the most remarkable teenager 
around. While most teens are selfish brats, being helpful 
and giving comes naturally to him. So after he had come 
home and I explained the situation to him, he suggested 
that Denise and the girls just move in with us. Everyone 
seemed quite surprised at his offer, and without 
discussing it Denise and I started to explain about close 
quarters. My son just smiled and suggested we put on an 
addition. One of his friend’s fathers was a contractor, and 
was having a bit of a tough time. He suggested that we 
could help out two families at one time. Maggie and 
Taylor decided it was a good idea and pounced on to 
Jonathan tickling him and calling him their brother. It 
seemed the kids had pretty much settled it, so Denise 
and I simply shrugged and realized we would be 
housemates for a while.
     Bob, Jonathan’s friend’s father and the contractor, 
was grateful for the work. He made great suggestions 
about the house. There would be a new wing with three 
bedrooms—a master suite for Denise, and smaller rooms 
connected by a bathroom for the girls. Below the 
bedrooms would be a large activity room with a pool 
table and home theater. The main part of the house 
would get some major renovations as well. My room 
would become Jonathan’s new bedroom, with the 
guestroom becoming his study. My old office would 
disappear to be part of a spiral staircase leading up to a 
new third floor, which would include my bedroom, a 
brand-new home office, and a solarium. The last room 
was the most intriguing. It was essentially a cross 
between a Japanese bath and a hot tub surrounded by 
plants and trees. It would be a beautiful place to relax 
even in the dead of winter.
     As June became July and the addition began to take 
shape, Jonathan, Maggie, and Taylor became 
inseparable, truly like siblings. For a while they did 
everything together, first with my son helping them 
explore every inch of our property, and when they were 
ready introducing them to his friends. Eventually, each 
got to have their own group of friends and on many days 
the house was filled with teens and preteens. My quiet 
life was over, but there was new joy in the house.
     Things became more settled for Denise and me as 
well. Often, while the kids were still asleep—after all they 
were preteens and teens—we would have our morning 
coffee together. We would sit at the kitchen table, 
looking towards the back of the property, enjoying each 
other’s company. Sometimes we would drink in silence, 
but often we would talk about things. It was never 
meaningless small talk, but it was rarely big things. 
Instead we would swap stories about what one of the 
kids had done the day before, or sometimes it was about 
what we might do on the weekend. Usually, I was already 
showered and ready for my day. Denise, on the other 
hand, was usually still in her pajamas. In the past few 
weeks, she had bought some new outfits with money I 
had given her, so even when she was fresh out of bed 
she looked attractive, even beautiful. When the kids got 
up, she became the one who usually made breakfast for 
them. When they were off for their days, I would do my 
part-time work, while Denise helped keep the house. 
When I had finished my work for the day I’d help her 
anyway I could. Things were relaxed though, so we were 
always able to enjoy each other’s company. Soon we 
thought of each other as best friends. 
     Accordingly, instead of treating Denise like a visitor, 
I began to treat her more equally in the house. I would 
consult her on decisions about the renovations, and get 
her input on any household decision. Instead of treating 
the children as mine and hers, I started to act like they 
were part of the same family. Soon it got to the point 
where I couldn’t picture our lives apart.
     Before the addition was completed, work needed to 
begin on the original section of the house. As my old 
office was being removed, Denise needed a place to 
sleep. Being a good host, I suggested that she use my 
bedroom while I slept on the couch. Probably because 
she knew I would insist, Denise accepted. However, while 
lying on the couch that first night I fantasized that Denise 
would invite me back up to the room, insisting that I 
share a bed with her rather than sleep alone on the 
couch. Up until that point, I’d only seen her as a friend 
and housemate—as someone I was helping get back on 
her feet. After that night, though, I began to see things 
differently. I noticed how her brown hair always looked 
beautiful, whether it was hanging straight below her 
shoulders or pulled back in a ponytail. I noticed how 
when she yawned she always arched her stomach and 
chest out pulling her arms back behind her, and how she 
snorted a little bit each time she laughed. I also noticed 
that there was very little difference in how her breasts 
hung between when she was wearing a bra and when she 
wasn’t in the mornings and evenings. I couldn’t help but 
want to be around for more. 
     I guess it was my new attitude towards her because 
something changed in Denise’s attitude towards me. 
Since she had been at the house she had always seemed 
a bit uncomfortable, even a bit timid. Now, she began to 
feel that she belonged. She wasn’t afraid to speak up 
when she thought I made a bad decision, and wasn’t 
afraid to discipline Jonathan when he acted like a stupid 
teenage boy. She even began to feel so comfortable in 
her new life that one afternoon as I walked in the door 
from a visit to one of my clients, she gave me a big hug 
and told me that she had signed up for the substitute 
teacher list at the local high school. Our lives were now 
fully entwined, and that felt comforting.
     There must’ve been something subconscious that led 
to the big change in our relationship. One morning I 
woke up on the couch to the smell of bacon and 
pancakes. When I walked into the kitchen, the kids were 
at the table eating breakfast with smiles on their face. 
Taylor spoke first, and said there was a movie they all 
wanted to see that afternoon. Then Maggie continued 
that they were hoping they could go to the mall for the 
day. Finally, Jonathan asked if they could have some 
money so Taylor and Maggie could buy some more 
clothing. When I said I thought it would be okay, 
Jonathan said that it was good because their ride would 
be there in 10 minutes. Fifteen minutes later, I was alone 
downstairs enjoying my morning cup of coffee.
     Often I would have a second cup in the morning, but 
for some reason today I didn’t feel like it. So instead I 
headed upstairs to my bedroom to take a shower. 
Normally, I wouldn’t have been upstairs for about half an 
hour. Also, I would have knocked. But for some reason I 
didn’t this morning. Instead, I quietly opened the door 
and saw Denise lying naked on the bed.
     Her eyes were closed and her legs were spread. The 
fingers of one hand were rubbing herself through her 
thick bush of hair, while her other hand was gently 
massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. As I 
stood in silence I could hear her moaning to an absent 
guy how grateful she was to him and about how much 
she missed him. Even though I was sure she was talking 
about Mario, I couldn’t stop watching her. Though her 
breasts were flat on her chest, they did intrude to each 
side. Her stomach had just a little bit of padding and 
some faint stretch marks. But she looked so beautiful.
     As her body started to move more, I heard her call 
out my name saying, “David you were always the one for 
me”. She wasn’t talking about her ex-husband, she was 
getting off thinking about me. Before I could react, her 
head came up and with wide eyes wide open she looked 
directly at me. Without saying another word she stared at 
me, her eyes saying, “I wish this was you.” Cemented to 
the spot, I continued to watch as she finished off. Finally 
still looking at me but without saying a word, she 
contorted herself almost into a ‘V’ and came hard. She 
slumped back on the bed, still gently working her clit. 
After a minute, she propped herself up on her elbows and 
asked, “Did you like the show?”
     There’s an old song with the line, “Memories come 
rushing back, and it makes it really hard.” That’s exactly 
what happened. It hadn’t been intentional, but Denise 
had repeated almost exactly the same thing Beth had 
said to us when we saw her bent over the bed with Mario 
still inside her. The fact that I didn’t have to deal with or 
hear from my ex-wife after that day is probably one thing 
that made the divorce easier. But hearing those words 
made me feel the pain of Beth’s betrayal all over again. 
Denise must have been able to tell what they did to me 
because in a second she was on her feet flying across the 
room. Knocking me back into the hall, she put her arms 
around me and pulled me close. All the time, she was 
apologizing saying she didn’t mean to say that. 
Reactively, my arms closed around her and hugged her 
back.
     I don’t know what would’ve happened, but while we 
were still in an embrace Bob the contractor came walking 
up the stairs. He softly cleared his throat and said he 
needed to talk to me about something. As I followed Bob 
downstairs, Denise said she was going to take a shower.
     It was amazing. A normal person would probably 
have felt awkward for the rest of the day. However, for 
us the only awkward moment was when we switched 
places for showers. After that, things seemed natural 
again. It felt almost as if walking in on Denise 
masturbating was something that happened every day. 
Luckily, Bob was a veteran who had seen “some weird 
shit in his life”. To him, this was about the most minor 
thing that could happen. So he didn’t make a big deal out 
of it either.
     There was a problem though. It turned out that 
some extra work would need to be done on the house, 
and we would have to be out of there for a week. Denise 
and I discussed our options and decided that a vacation 
might be in order. It would serve the dual purpose of 
getting the kids out of the house and giving her and me 
some time away so we can figure out what was going on. 
I made a few calls to the travel agent in town and 
discussed some options. By the time the kids got back 
that evening we announced that we were going to the 
beach.
     Before the divorces, our families had gone to the 
same beach in New Jersey, though we had never gone 
together.  So initially Denise and I talked about going 
there. However, little Taylor started to cry saying that 
she didn’t want to go there because of bad memories. For 
a few minutes everyone was quiet.  Though it had never 
really come up, I realized that in some ways the divorces 
were still raw for everybody, and I was pretty sure 
everyone was thinking about it. I know I was.
     Jonathan and Maggie sat one on each side of Taylor 
holding her while she sobbed. Looking at Denise and me, 
Jonathan said we should probably think about 
somewhere else. Maggie chimed in that one of her new 
friends went to the beach in Virginia every year with her 
family. Maybe we should try that. Nobody had any better 
idea, so within an hour we had booked adjoining hotel 
rooms in the nicest hotel, when you’re rich you can get 
one with little notice, and we were packing to go. Later 
that day Denise and I went to a Jeep dealership about an 
hour away and bought a new SUV that would fit all of us.
     The next morning we left early. It was supposed to 
be a six-hour drive, but I knew with stops it would 
probably be closer to eight or nine. Rather than take the 
highways, we decided to drive the back roads on the 
Eastern shore of Maryland. Denise’s favorite author wrote 
stories about the watermen on the Chesapeake Bay and 
the farmers on the Eastern shore and she wanted to see 
what the area was really like. We went through small 
towns and farmland, until we got to the long bridges and 
tunnels that connect the Peninsula to Virginia Beach. As 
we drove along with water close to the bottom of the 
bridges on either side, Maggie got scared. Denise or I 
would have comforted her, but Jonathan and Taylor seem 
to be doing a good job by themselves.
     The trip took even longer than expected, and we 
didn’t even get to our hotel until just about dinnertime. 
Jonathan and I took one room, while Denise and the girls 
took the other. We all felt stale from the trip, so we 
freshened up before we went out for dinner. We didn’t go 
anywhere fancy just a local place that had a simple but 
decent looking menu. I don’t know whether it was the 
calm, familiar way in which Denise and I planned the 
week, how the kids acted together, or the overall 
dynamic between all of us, but while we were about to 
leave and everybody else was at the restroom, the 
waitress mentioned to me that I had a beautiful family. 
Thinking for a second I smiled back at her and said, 
“Thank you. I do.”
     That evening we all walked shoeless along the 
beach. The kids splashed in the shallow water, while 
Denise and I talked about how wonderful they were 
together. However, I could tell she felt the same as I did, 
that there was a 400 pound gorilla following us that at 
some point we would need to talk about. When I had 
caught her masturbating I knew she was attracted to me. 
It was only after that that I realized that I was attracted 
to her. Now neither of us could ignore the mutual 
attraction. Tonight, though, everything was perfect—in a 
family sort of way. I didn’t want to ruin that, and Denise 
must not have wanted to either. So, neither of us 
brought it up. Eventually, everyone went back to their 
rooms so we could get a good night sleep and hit the 
beach the next morning.
     The rest of the week was filled with visits to 
historical sites, a day at amusement park, a day at a 
waterpark. The balance of the time spent at the beach. 
We would have room service for breakfast in the 
morning, get something by the beach for lunch, and then 
find a restaurant to have dinner at like a family in the 
evening. It had been one of the greatest weeks of my 
life.
     We had discussed going out for a nice dinner on our 
last night there. However, when we mentioned getting 
ready, the kids told us that they’d rather go to the 
arcades and other teen hangouts downtown. It was 
obvious that they didn’t want us to come with them, 
which at first made me a little uncomfortable. Denise, 
though, quietly reminded me how responsible the three 
of them were and added that they would be together. So 
I relented and said it would be okay. As the three 
children headed out in their coolest teen fashions, 
Jonathan poked his head back in our room, and 
mentioned that he had changed the reservation to two.
     The restaurant was beautiful, a seafood place on top 
of one of the hotels. We had a table by the window 
looking out over the ocean, from which you could see 
ships leaving the Chesapeake to head to ports 
throughout the world. We watched as the sky gradually 
turned purple and then black speckled with stars at the 
horizon. The sea was painted red and orange from the 
sun setting at the other side of the hotel. Whether it was 
the view, or that it was just us without the children, 
Denise and I must have been feeling a little more 
reckless. We had a cocktail before dinner, shared a bottle 
of wine, and finally had a cordial after dinner. Needless to 
say, we felt a little tipsy when we left.
     Again, we walked along the beach. This time 
however it was just the two of us. We took off our shoes 
and I rolled my pant legs up slightly so they didn’t get 
wet in the gentle surf that lapped at our ankles. It felt 
natural for us to start holding hands. At first we swung 
them like two friends on a stroll—or maybe like cuddle 
buddies would. However, after a little while they settled 
in our sides. Gradually, we got closer to each other until 
on the beach outside of our hotel we turned and we 
looked at each other. In the dimming twilight, I could see 
conflict in Denise’s face. I could tell she wanted to say 
something, but didn’t know how I would react. Several 
times she started as if to say something, but stopped 
each time. I knew what she wanted to say, and also 
knew that she was afraid that I might not feel the same 
way. I was the one who knew how we both felt, so 
without saying anything I leaned over and kissed her.
     When my lips touched hers, her face tensed. Though 
I knew that she wanted it, I could tell that she was 
surprised it actually happened. After a few seconds her 
face relaxed. Her arms slid up behind my head, while 
mine locked behind her back and pulled her towards me. 
We kissed like two teenagers who had met on beach 
vacation—with the discovery of new passion but fear that 
it would never happen again. After a few minutes, Denise 
whispered that we needed to be quick before the kids 
came back.  Firmly holding my hand, she pulled me back 
towards the hotel.
     We didn’t speak as we rode the elevator back to our 
floor. When we got there, Denise didn’t even bother 
going back to her room. She just came to mine. Again, 
we kissed like teenagers, only this time we felt more 
comfortable. With our clothing still on we explored each 
other’s bodies. I tried to keep myself in shape with 
running, and cycling, and other physical activity, so 
Denise didn’t seem like she was disappointed. And for 
everything she had been through, Denise had somehow 
managed to keep a very nice figure as well. It only felt 
natural that our clothing fell off piece by piece. Though 
we probably should have, we didn’t rush. Instead, we 
savored each new layer until we embraced naked, our 
skin finally touching.
     Crashing waves sounded through the window as we 
fell onto my bed. We didn’t have foreplay, there had 
really been months of that. Instead with the covers 
pulled back, Denise lay on her back with her legs spread. 
Looking down at her I could see that although she had 
kept the sides trimmed so nothing came through the 
sides of her swimsuit, in the middle she was fully natural. 
Apparently, she wasn’t prepared for things to go this far, 
which was good because I hadn’t been either. 
     When I got between her legs, I looked down at her 
face. She had a serious look as if to say, “I’m ready for 
this, and I’ll accept the consequences.” I smiled and let 
her lead me to her. I hadn’t been inside many women 
and none since a while before I caught my ex-wife with 
her lover, but I knew Denise felt different than the rest. 
She was neither tight nor loose, neither too deep nor too 
shallow, she felt perfect. It was as if this were the place I 
was always meant to be. Denise must’ve felt the same 
because quietly she whispered in my ear that it should 
always have been me.
     Gradually I picked up speed. With every thrust 
Denise let out gentle grunts. Eventually her eyes closed 
and she arched her head back. She told me how good it 
felt, and that it had never felt that good before. As I 
started to pant, she coaxed me to keep going and told 
me that she wanted me to fill her up. Finally, as if giving 
the command she told me to come inside of her. With 
one more thrust I did. As I pushed in harder her orgasm 
struck and she bucked against me. Finally when she was 
done she slumped back onto the bed and I collapsed on 
top of her. Pulling the covers up over ourselves, we 
cuddled and kissed. Everything felt so comfortable that in 
a few minutes I was fast asleep. 
     It was sometime in the middle of the night, when I 
felt a gentle shake of my shoulder. I figured that it was 
Jonathan shaking me to tell me that he was home. But 
when I looked up it was Denise. Her hair was messed up 
from the sex, and she was wearing one of the hotel 
robes. She looked like the most beautiful woman I’ve 
ever seen. I smiled, and gave her another hug. Then 
sitting up, I looked over to see if Jonathan was still 
asleep. A feeling of panic came over me when I noticed 
he wasn’t home. Denise must have sensed what I was 
thinking because she put her finger over her lips telling 
me to shush. Then taking me by the hand, she led me to 
the door to the adjoining room. There I saw Taylor and 
Maggie cuddled in one bed, and Jonathan sprawled out in 
the other. We were busted. There would be 
consequences in the morning but rather than worry about 
them, we simply put on some clothing and went back to 
bed together.
     The next morning, we were awoken to three kids 
shaking the bed. Instead of acting weird, the kids seem 
to have found Denise and me in bed together more 
amusing than anything. They were babbling about how 
they had been wondering if it would eventually happen. 
Most importantly, they seemed happy. So, as a family, 
we discussed the situation. 
     Everyone felt like we had been one family instead of 
two for months now. To the kids it was only natural that 
eventually the adults would start doing things that 
parents did. Jokingly, I said that Denise and I should get 
married. Suddenly, the kids got serious. It was little 
Maggie who said that if we did it would make things too 
weird. When Denise asked how, Maggie looked directly at 
Jonathan and said, “You two aren’t the only ones in love.” 
     Denise and I looked at each other in complete shock. 
Apparently, our children weren’t just siblings. Two of 
them were a couple, which was a completely unintended 
situation. It was one thing for Denise and me to be 
involved, but for our children to the living together and 
dating was unthinkable. When I asked how long it’d 
been, Taylor shot in and said that Jonathan and Maggie 
had only talked about it last night. Apparently, they were 
like Denise and I were, having feelings for each other but 
not wanting to ruin what they already had. Taylor had 
listened to both of them, and had played the teenage 
matchmaker. I asked if they thought it was a good idea, 
and they said it probably wasn’t but they wanted to take 
their chances anyway. In stereo, Denise and I sighed. We 
both knew that, short of breaking up our family, there 
was nothing we could do. So finally Denise just said, 
“Okay, just no sex until she’s 18.” Our family was about 
to get weirder, but it all seemed okay. 
     Surprisingly, the drive home the next day didn’t 
seem at all strange. Jonathan and Maggie sat next to 
each other holding hands but at the same time giving 
Taylor plenty of attention. Denise, seem to have a warm 
glow about her as if one of her greatest dreams had 
come true. I felt so happy that I never even considered 
the possibility of negative consequences. I just hoped 
that things didn’t get any weirder.
     When we got home, we still hadn’t talked about 
details of how the household would be organized. No one 
had really thought about it, but when we saw a note from 
Bob saying the house was complete we realized that the 
new dynamic probably meant some new organization. 
The first thing that was decided was that Maggie and 
Jonathan would not be allowed to share a room no 
matter if they were in a relationship. Instead, the girls 
would stay in their wing and Jonathan would stay in his 
room. At first we thought that they might not agree to it, 
but again our children were quite responsible given their 
ages. Both realized that there was a chance their 
relationship would not work out, and so they felt they 
should have their own spaces just in case.  
     Denise and I, on the other hand, fully intended to 
share a bedroom. However, we worried how people in the 
small town would react to an unmarried couple sharing a 
bedroom. In addition, Denise thought it would be nice to 
have some space of her own. So, we decided that would 
be good to keep up pretensions and have her use the 
bedroom that had been intended for her as her room. So 
she would have closet space, furniture, and a bathroom 
of her own. At night, she would come up to my bedroom 
and join me.
     When all of that was settled, we helped the kids 
move into their rooms. Bob had already had the 
construction team move the big stuff into the new 
bedrooms, so quickly it became the children trying to 
figure out where various things would go in their 
respective rooms. As the three of them were doing their 
own things, Denise and I took our things to our 
respective spaces. Something was weird about the rooms 
though. From the inside the rooms seem smaller than 
they should have been considering the outside 
dimensions. However, we simply chalked it up to an 
optical illusion and got on with our unpacking.
     About a half hour later, I heard something in the wall 
next to my closet. In the country, it wasn’t unthinkable to 
have a raccoon or some other animal get into the walls of 
a house. I was just surprised it happened so soon after 
the renovations. Curious and a little annoyed, I went 
inside the closet to see if I could hear were the animal 
was. What I noticed, though, was that the closet seemed 
designed much more intricately than a normal closet 
would be. Each wall was divided in half with wood 
trimming coming down the middle of each wall. It was 
not what had been planned, but Bob seemed like a good 
guy and probably decided to add some decoration he 
thought I’d like. I didn’t hear the scratching anymore so I 
went back to my unpacking.
     Before I could get too much done, though, I heard a 
knock at my door. When I opened it, Denise was there 
looking very excited. She told me I needed to come with 
her and see something. So, I followed her down the 
stairs and into her room. When we got inside, she 
showed me a note written by Bob that said, “In case you 
need to sneak around a bit.” Below it was a drawing that 
looked remarkably like my closet. One section of the wall 
was circled. 
     Quizzically, I looked at Denise and she waved for me 
to come with her. Inside the closet, she pushed on the 
wall that was circled in the drawing. I was shocked when 
it slid open into a narrow walkway. It turned out that 
there was no optical illusion. Bob had put in a secret 
room. Denise took me by the hand, and led me into the 
darkness. Just inside, she flipped on a light switch which 
revealed a staircase ascending along the wall. I realized 
that that’s where I’d heard the animal scratching. Denise 
must’ve already discovered where the passage went.
     Together, we climbed the stairs and came to a dead 
end landing. Denise winked at me and pulled gently on 
one of the walls. Then we were looking into my closet. 
Denise turned to me and hanging her arms around my 
neck she kissed me deeply. When we stopped she said, 
“Sneaking around is going to be a lot of fun.”
     That night after the kids were safely in their rooms, 
Denise came to me. It would have been expected for her 
just to walk up the stairs to my room, but instead she 
came through the secret passage. She wore a cream-
colored nighty with nothing underneath. After some initial 
kissing, she had me sit on the edge of the bed. She slid 
off my pajama pants, and knelt between my legs. Gently, 
she began to stroke me until I was hard. Then slowly, 
she took me into her mouth. Slowly at first, she worked 
her way up and down, concentrating on the head 
whenever she came up. It was driving me crazy. 
Eventually, I told her that I was about to come. Though I 
was really only warning her in case she didn’t want me to 
cum in her mouth, I was expecting her to keep going.  
Instead, I was disappointed when she stopped.
     My excitement grew again, though, when Denise lay 
back on the bed. I got between her legs ready to enter 
her, but instead she pushed me back with one finger and 
said I needed to return the favor. I knew exactly what 
she meant. So, I skidded myself back and pushed her 
nighty up slightly. This time, Denise was ready. She was 
shaved completely smooth, and I could see every ridge 
and wrinkle of her pussy. 
     I started at the very bottom, and gently licked to the 
top barely touching her clit when I got there. Denise 
seemed to like this, so I teased her with it a few more 
times. Then when I worked my way back up, I slid one 
finger inside of her and started to gently feel my way 
around. She arched her back as my tongue danced on 
her clit. When I slipped two fingers inside of her she 
started to buck her hips. Finally, my tongue attacked her 
clit as hard as I could. She grabbed the back of my head 
and pulled me towards her increasing the pressure. Then 
as she let out a loud moan, her juices ran all over my 
face as she squirted in orgasm.
     Pulling me towards her, Denise began to French kiss 
me. Without warning, she started to lick her juices off my 
face. She muttered that she had never tasted herself 
before, but she loved it. After a few minutes, she said we 
needed to do that often. She finished by saying that if I 
was a good boy she might even let me watch her do it to 
another girl.  I had never thought about a three-some or 
about watching two women before, but the thought made 
me rock hard again.  That must have been the effect 
Denise desired, because she smiled as she lay back and 
told me to get myself inside of her. I gladly obliged, and 
in a within few minutes I was shooting deep inside of her.  
Afterwards we cuddled in bed, making pillow talk. 
Everything seemed perfect.
     Our family life began to settle down over the next 
few months. The school year started and we got into a 
routine of sending the kids off to school and taking care 
of whatever needed to be done. Afternoons were spent 
shuttling kids, ours and other peoples, to sports and 
other events. Evenings were filled with family dinners, 
game nights, and age-appropriate movies. Then Denise 
and I spent every night like young lovers.
     As a family, we grew closer. Taylor and Maggie 
approached me like a father, and Jonathan treated 
Denise as his mother. Maggie and Jonathan kept their 
promise and didn’t share a room at night. They kept 
things discreet in public too, as none of us had quite 
guessed what other people would think about their 
situation. They were also careful to include Taylor as 
much as they could, though she admitted it was a little 
bit weird to be hanging out with a brother and sister who 
were also a couple.
     Just about mid-September, Denise began to feel a 
little under the weather. At first she thought it was a 
stomach virus, but then realized that it might be more 
serious as she just wasn’t getting better. Trying not to 
panic, Denise said that the thought it might be all ulcers 
from the stress she had gone through in the past few 
years. Secretly though, I was afraid it could be far worse. 
The strange part was that Denise usually felt better by 
the afternoon. 
     Then a few days later, I came home in the afternoon 
after being out at one of the farms to go over farmer’s 
books and went to Denise’s room to ask her something. 
To my surprise, she wasn’t there. When I got upstairs 
and was putting my things in the office, I heard her call 
from my bedroom. With a bad feeling in my stomach I 
crossed the hall but didn’t see her in my room. Instead, 
she was calling to me from the bathroom. Looking inside, 
I saw her sitting on the toilet. Her face was red and she 
looked worried.
     “Honey,” she said, “we may or may not have a 
problem.” When I asked what it was, she asked me if I’d 
had a vasectomy. I told her I hadn’t, but thought that 
she had her tubes tied after Taylor. Denise chuckled and 
held up a pregnancy test, showing me the explanation for 
why she was feeling sick. 
     I realize that once again, things were going to get 
crazier. However, something just felt natural about 
adding to our family. A baby would be a sign of our love. 
Smiling, I told Denise that I was happy. She got to her 
feet, walked towards me, and hung herself around my 
neck like she normally did. She kissed me tenderly on the 
lips and said, “Congratulations. You’re going to be a dad… 
Again.”
     We didn’t say anything to the kids until the doctor 
confirmed that Denise was pregnant. Counting back the 
days, it appeared that she had gotten pregnant the first 
time we had sex. That night after dinner, we told the 
kids, all of whom were excited. They had never 
considered having another sibling around the house, but 
were incredibly happy that they would be. The only 
downside for them was that Taylor and Maggie were 
going to have to share a bedroom. However, like always, 
everyone adjusted quickly. Then towards the end of April 
I was holding Denise’s hand as she gave birth to a son, 
Tristan. We now had two teenagers in the house, 
Jonathan who was now 15 and Maggie who would be 14 
in May, 12-year-old Taylor, and a beautiful new baby 
boy.
     About a month later, while Denise and I were 
winding down after Maggie’s birthday party which 
featured close to 30 hormone filled teenagers wreaking 
havoc on our property I told her that I was glad things 
were finally calming down. When she asked what I meant 
I told her that as happy as I was, things had been pretty 
crazy in the past year. Denise came over to me and 
kissed me and whispered, “David, I have a feeling our 
lives are always going to be crazy.” I smiled up at her 
just as Tristan started to cry.
     -End-

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