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The next two months passed quickly, a parade of increasing work duties, sometimes exceeding sixty hours a week, between home and the office. I brought the IBM back to the apartment, since that was where Carla and I were from every Thursday night, through Sunday. She didn’t begrudge me the work time, since she knew it was important. When she thought I’d worked long enough, she sidled up to the desk, completely naked, offering me a break, which always seemed to be perfect timing. Twice, she knelt under the desk, sucking my cock while I tried valiantly to work. Porn cliché or not, it was wonderfully distracting.
We also went out among the shops of downtown Chicago, ate at a few restaurants, both fancy and down-to-earth. The resemblance between her and Liv was still astonishing, and I felt more than a little poignancy when I looked at her, naked or clothed, and realized how much I loved them both.
The rest of the week, Liv and I still didn’t go all the way, but mutual oral sex and a few sessions of sixty-nine had us both relieved and in love. I gave her two ‘on demand’ sponge baths, paying special attention to running the washcloth over her pussy and between her labia. She came hard both times, and jacked me off onto her tits as a thank you, my thick white cum gliding between her tits and over the gradually fading scar there. Tuesday nights, she had me draw bubble baths for her, then join her in the suds, fondling and kissing more than actually washing up.
Most mornings, Liv joined me in the shower before work, then headed out to the gym for a low impact workout, building her strength back. The pallor she had had in the hospital was entirely gone, and she looked healthier in every way. When we were naked, I saw she regained most of the definition and muscle tone she had lost during her recuperation, and spent some time on a tanning bed, to boot. Her tanlines were once again becoming pronounced, lovelier with each passing week. Between nightly trysts, with Carla staying at my apartment, Liv told me how her doctor was impressed by her progress, and she might be able to return to the office sooner than expected.
The two of them spent Thursday afternoons together, with one or the other picking me up from the office, so all three of us could have dinner together. My feelings of intrusion and awkwardness soon passed, and it was clearly a happy time for them. Sunday nights and Monday mornings were their time, mostly, too, also accompanied by dinner for all three of us at the big dining table. Liv made an off-hand comment about a Carla sundae. Carla’s blush and sheepish grin told me that she’d disclosed at least that part of our affair to her mother, and I realized it was probably, almost certainly, more. Liv and Carla looked happy, relaxed, and at peace with each other, and with sharing me between them.
Liv made it clear she wanted me to continue spending my weekends with, and in, Carla, and she was always glad to see me come home to her from the weekends, ready to claim her time with me, before sending me back to her daughter.
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I arrived home late Monday night. A combination of deadlines and preparing for a big meeting coming up this Friday claimed all of my energies that day, and I trudged in from the garage, dropping my briefcase by the door instead of in the dining room. Liv, in contrast, was full of energy, and hugged and kissed me very passionately, some of which I was able to return.
She wore only a sheer, white gown that went from her neck all the way to the floor, drifting with every step, furry ruffles along every edge and both cuffs. By sheer I mean it was almost transparent, a gauzy curtain that hinted at concealing her beauty and curves, but gave up before even starting. Despite the fatigue from my long day, I felt a familiar stiffening, growing quickly.
“Liv, babe, you’re so beautiful…” She rewarded me for that compliment, obvious though it was, with another kiss, long and slow, filled with moans and our tongues wrestling good-naturedly in our mouths. Her naked breasts rubbed against my shirt while I reached around and cupped her buttocks, lifting and spreading them, pulling her into and up to me, the same way I had the first time, and many times after.
Stepping back after her greeting, she took my hands in hers and backed to the couch, reclining on it and smiling very winsomely. As Liv sat, I noticed there was no sash or belt, and the gauzy robe swung open, giving me an unobstructed view the length of her body, every gorgeous inch of her. The surgical scar was still visible, a pale strand of keloid tissue that nearly blended into her olive skin, now a border between her gorgeous, perfect breasts, and visible mainly in relief. As she moved, her nipples played peekaboo with me through the snowy, wispy clouds of pure white fur.
“Saw the doctor again today. He’s very happy with my recovery.” Carla had returned to classes last week, but arranged her schedule so she had Mondays off to drive Liv to the doctor for her weekly exams. This was because I usually drove the Crown Vic in, at her behest.
“I’m so glad, Liv…,” I said simply, but glad didn’t begin to describe the feelings of overwhelming joy and love I felt for her, and the wakening lust in my loins from this vision of beauty before me, wholly ready, it seemed, to be made love to.