1. The Legacy, Chapter 2: The Storm


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

    shared her confusion, albeit to a lesser degree; he knew he had no right to feel about her the way he did, but he recognized that he was utterly powerless to change it. “I have no answers for you, Beth; I wish I did, that there was some bit of wisdom that the years had given me, but there’s not. I love you too, and I have no idea how I should try to deal with that.” She reached back and ran her hand down his side until it rested on his hip and then left it there, enjoying touching him. “Well, we’ve been around each other all these years without any issues; I suppose we simply continue to behave as we always have. The fact that we’ve done this, that we’ve shared what we have…it should only make us closer, don’t you think?” He chuckled. “I think there’s no question about that! The question is whether it will change the way we look at each other or treat each other in a way that Robert might notice or wonder about.” They both thought about that, about how their long relationship might now be changed. Neither could find it in themselves to feel badly about what they’d done, beyond the deep guilt of knowing they’d made a beloved husband and a dear friend a cuckold. That was something they each had to deal with, and they were silent for a long time as they struggled with those thoughts. Beth heard him sigh, and then a rueful chuckle. “What’s so funny?” “Nothing, really. It’s not funny, exactly, but there’s precedence for this. For what happened here tonight, with us. It’s almost ...
    as if history works in a never-ending circle, and things just come back around.” “What do you mean?” She wriggled back into him, pressing herself tightly to his body, his lips near her ear. She’d spent many happy hours of her life listening to his stories, and the many little bits and facts he’d discovered about their families and their history; she sensed another now, and was eager to hear it. He began: “Well, I don’t have all the facts yet; I’m still digging. I only know what I do, in fact, because of your Grandfather Alfred – your third-great grandfather that we talked about earlier, the family patriarch during the Civil War years. If he hadn’t continued to provide an education for all of the children, my ancestors would likely have been illiterate, and there would be no record at all.” “Record of what, Henry?” He laughed again. “Well, it appears that your Grandfather Alfred and one of my ancestors from way back then might have been a hot and heavy item for a number of years after the war ended. Not unlike us, apparently, except that he was white and she was black.” She was silent for several seconds, thinking about that. “It wasn’t…he didn’t force her – you know, force himself on her, because of their positions, or status…?” He shook his head. “No, not from what I can tell. It appears that they cared very much for each other. And this was apparently after the war had ended, so she was no longer a slave, although she still worked for him.” He paused for a moment. “You know ...
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