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I called Sara over to “talk finances”. That was our codeword. Since she was good at balancing books and savings, Donna would ask her to come by and ask to look through ours. It wasn’t long before “finances” became the word Sara and I used when we wanted to fuck. It was perfect, since to give each of us a bit of “spousal privacy”, Sara would spend a day alone with each of us to discuss financial or private matters with her. Naturally, one of those two days typically ended with one of us on our back and the other rutting away like an animal in heat.
On this day, though, I had something special in mind.
The day after she and Donna met, Sara walked into my front door wearing her large red “fuck me trenchcoat” with matching red heels. As always, when she slid off the coat, her gorgeous, shapely body revealed itself. Today, she was wearing a see-through teddy which only faintly-obscured the details of her round, perky breasts and the shiny mounds of her wet pussy. Just enough to get me very excited.
“Kuuuuuuuurt,” her sexy voice sang to me, “I’m ready for you, Kurt my love. Are you ready for me?”
“More than ready, lover,” I said, as she smiled in approval. “There’s just one thing I wanna do first.”
“Whatever it is, hurry,” she sighed in a sexy hush. “I’ve been dreaming to have you inside me since yesterday, and I aim to coll–”
Her sudden silence was the result of seeing me drop to one knee, producing a black box. She backed herself against the door, hands covering her mouth in shock. Her hands peeled away slowly, but her ruby red lips were locked in a permanent O-shape constituted from sheer disbelief.
Nervous, sweat pouring from my head, I opened the box and revealed to her the brilliant ring inside.
“Will you marry me, Sara?”
As the initial shock wore off, tears streamed down Sara’s beautiful cheeks. “Kurt, please — you know we can’t. I don’t want to break Donna’s heart. We –”
“I don’t, either,” I interrupted. “I love Donna, too. I don’t want to give up either of you.”
Yes, this was nothing more than a charade. But, I wanted her to be my wife in spirit. She would never be second in my eyes to Donna, nor would I ever stand in the way of her motherly love. Despite how wickedly we’d lied to and deceived her, we both wanted Donna to be happy, but the fact remained that we couldn’t live without each other, anymore.
We’d already discussed, many times, that if Donna ever learned the truth and left me, Sara and I would move in together. Even if Donna hated us, cursed us and never spoke to either of us again, Sara and I would stay together.
“Maybe we can’t marry for real,” I said. “Maybe I can’t call you my wife in public — although God knows I l want to and you deserve it — but at the very least, that’s what we’ll be to each other.”
“A secret marriage?”
I shrugged. “I know it isn’t much, but — Sara, you know how I feel about you. And, I know how you feel about me.” I took her hand. “I want this to be as real as we can make it.”
“I — I love you too, Kurt,” she told me, eyes reddened and eyebrows creased with emotion. “And I — I’ve thought a lot about what I said the night we first made love. About why I kissed you and invited you to my room in the first place. I was projecting my feelings onto you, and — well, I’m sorry.”
“What do you mean?”
“I divorced Jake — Donna’s father — after he cheated on me with his secretary. They had an affair for almost five months before I caught on, and after I did, he kept making excuses for his actions, saying it was a ‘mistake’. He kept saying that. That he made a ‘mistake’.
She sobbed. “But then, he looked at me…and he said, ‘But this marriage was an even bigger mistake.'”
I frowned, my jaw growing rigid. I’m a clever man. I can read between the lines. I understood what she was trying to tell me.
What she was really trying to tell me.
Bringing her against my body, I kissed her gently on the forehead.
“You are not a mistake. Nothing about this is a ‘mistake’. Not one damn bit of it. If I could go back in time and do it all over again, I would. Even if God judged me as an unfit husband, or an unfit man… I can’t even imagine a life without you. If we reincarnated in another age, I’d find you again.
“Let me say this one more time: I love you, Sara.”
She threw her arms around me and kissed me again.
“I love you, too. Donna will always be my precious daughter, but I love you more than anything or any-one. No one makes me feel the way you do.”
She softly bit her lip, and then nodded. “Yes, Kurt, I will marry you. In every way that matters, I will be your wife. I will be your partner…your better half…”
Her eyes locked to mine, a promise locked deep within their sincerity.
“…And mother of your children.”
The two of us kissed lovingly for some time before she threw her coat to the floor, letting her naked body stand in all its glory. “Now get over here, darling. Your new wife demands a satisfying honeymoon.”
Then we both undressed me as fast as possible, the last vestiges of self-control left.
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Sara and I were ready to start our own lives together. Separate from, but not at the expense of, my life with Donna. I wanted to love both women equally, which meant I needed to be twice the man and husband I’d been pretending to be before. Sara and I figured things out, and I christened our secret marriage by carrying her over the threshold the night she became my second bride. I didn’t think the sex could get even better, but making love with my “wife”, in “our” bed, somehow managed the impossible.
So that we could enjoy more time together as husband and wife, Sara and I pitched the idea that we were starting a new “enterprise” together. Something to help with the family finances even more. We tried explaining the process to Donna, but she found it boring and dull, and gave us our blessing to give it a go together. Thanks to that, Sara and I now no longer needed an excuse to see each other several times a week. The two of us talking with each other, meeting with each other alone, was no longer suspicious in the slightest. We were now business partners, coinciding with the fact that we were secretly marriage partners as well.
I visited Sara’s house pretty much every day, whether it was for sex or not. Sometimes, I even stayed overnight, in her new King-size bed.
Or as we now called it, our “marital bed”.
When Donna was finally confirmed pregnant, Sara didn’t hold back — dragging me to bed even more frequently. I had promised to give her everything I gave her daughter, and naturally, I was only happy to oblige. Sure enough, three months after Donna, Sara wound up pregnant, too. As I’d intended, I had knocked up both mother and daughter by Christmas of the same year.
Sara “explained” that she was lonely and had gotten artificially inseminated. Donna was concerned about her mom giving birth and raising a new child at her age, but Sara reminded her that she was barely in her late 30s. It wasn’t her fault that Donna’s grandparents had forced her into a shotgun wedding when she was still a teen. Sara still had a lot of years left in her, and she wanted more children.