1. The Legacy, Chapter 2: The Storm


    Date: 8/15/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    so let’s enjoy it!” She crossed to the pantry and retrieved the final jar of Scuppernong jelly; the three of them – Henry, Beth, and Robert - had worked together the prior fall, from picking the grapes to crushing them, cooking the juices, and making and bottling the jelly. It had been most of a cool fall Saturday spent at the task, and they had ended up with over twenty jars, made in four batches. They had more of the Muscadine, because the grapes had been easier to come by and more plentiful on the arbors behind the old farmhouse. Still, Henry had insisted that she and Robert keep the lion’s share, taking only a few jars for his own use, and Beth knew that he preferred the lighter, slightly bronze- colored and somewhat more tart Scuppernong to the more cranberry-colored Muscadine jelly. She set the jar next to his place at the table as he scooped scrambled eggs from the pan directly onto their plates. She brought the plate of bacon to the table as he carried the pan of biscuits over, and they sat down to eat. Beth slathered a hot biscuit in butter, watching it melt in, and then added jelly. When she bit into it her eyes closed in ecstasy. “Henry, these are delicious! If I’d have known you could make biscuits this good, you’d have gotten laid a long time ago, mister!” “Miss…Beth!” He was laughing. “What a thing to say! You do have a mouth on you, I will say that!” “You seemed to really enjoy what my mouth did last night.” “Beth! I’m just going to eat now, before you ...
    embarrass me any further.” She laughed, amused by his discomfiture at her blunt and sexually explicit teasing. He dug into his food, pretending to ignore her, but soon they settled into their usual pattern of talking about anything or nothing, comfortable with long silences or almost any topic. Both were relieved that their night of storm-driven passion had not made things awkward between them, nor seemed to have damaged their close friendship in any way. Finished eating, they cleared the table, again moving around each other with practiced ease. He was extremely aware of her, and of the fact that her blue shirt did almost as much to tease and entice as it did to conceal. The short tail barely covered her little round bottom – didn’t, when she bent or stretched for anything – and the front, unbuttoned down to the third button, revealed the tops of her breasts and her perfect cleavage. When she moved, the shirttails in front lifted and parted, providing brief but frequent and tantalizing glimpses of her smooth sex, and the front of her narrow crevice between soft, pale pink lips. He felt himself becoming aroused, his cock hardening, and he tried to think it away - with limited success. When the chores were done and the kitchen once again pristine, they walked out to the front porch, each carrying a steaming mug of coffee. The day was bright and clear, the sky a brilliant blue. Rain water still dripped from the eaves and everything was wet, water droplets shimmering in the sun, the air ...
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