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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you aren't 
old enough to read this, go home!
Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.  Please don't 
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.
Conventional Temptation, Part Three of Three - by Jeff Zephyr 
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.

Codes: (MF, M-solo, F-solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom)
"Honey, I'm home!  Baba Loo!"
I just have to say that, almost every time I get back from a trip.  We 
aren't quite Ricky and Lucy, but we are happy, and in love.  At least, I 
hoped that we were in love, and would stay that way, despite temptations and 
troubles.
The kids jumped up, very happy to see Daddy.  I was only away two full days, 
not long at all if you think about it.  But they sure seemed to miss me, and 
I missed them too.
"What did you get me daddy?  What did you get me?"
OK, maybe it wasn't just me.  But I always got a lot of little toys, 
clothes, magazines, etc., called "freebies" given away by other vendors, and 
the kids appreciated them.  I got each a real present of some kind, a small 
toy, candy, as well.  After the distraction of looking at all of the junk, 
to pick out things they might actually like, the came back to hug dad, and 
kiss.  They then went back to playing again, and Gwen and I were left alone.
The kids were not quite big enough to watch themselves, completely, but our 
neighbor's daughter was there, and she could cover things to give us a bit 
of time alone.  We really appreciated that, as our separations tended to 
make both of us very horny.  There was more to the situation tonight, but 
for now, Gwen didn't seem to worried.  Maybe, she hadn't checked the message 
I left?
"Come here, Al,." Gwen commanded, and she pulled me into a hot kiss as I did 
so. We stay like this for quite some time, letting our tongues rub together, 
her hands rubbing my body and mine hers.  I usually take this as a sign that 
she wants to have sex before talking.  I started to kiss my way down her 
neck, towards her breasts, when she said "Stop."
She pulled her pants off, showing me her nicely shaved pussy.  Gwen always 
trims it, but my last look at it saw a tuft of hair above the slit, which is 
now gone.  She pointed down to her slit, and said "Continue from there."
"Happy to oblige, ma'am." I say, chuckling.  And I proceed to do so, 
enjoying the feel and taste of the woman I love.  She was quite wet, and I 
suspected that she had done some "prep work" on herself before I got home, 
perhaps when she shaved.
Gwen seemed to be enjoying my attentions.  She loves slow licking, even when 
some hard clit-sucking might get her off faster, because it just feels so 
good.  I kept taking my time, lapping at her pussy, sticking my tongue 
inside, sucking the edges, and then, nibbling on her shaved mound.  I didn't 
feel any stubble, and I enjoyed the feeling of her smooth skin under my 
tongue so much, I could hardly stand it.  I was already turned on from 
earlier today, and this had me so hard I could feel my cock hurt as it 
pressed against my pants.  I was really getting into making Gwen feel good, 
when we heard a loud noise.  Then a loud voice, crying "Mommy, mommy!"
Our daughter came to our door, and told us that our son wouldn't leave her 
alone.  This wasn't an unusual occurrence for them to disagree, and there is 
someone else for her to go to.  Gwen says "Just play nice for a little bit.  
I want to be alone with Dad for a while.  Please?"
Well, that wasn't good enough.   More complaints followed, a quick bang on 
the door.  Gwen went over to the door and opened it slightly, and talked for 
a while.  She looked so sexy to me, standing there behind the door, no pants 
on, bare ass staring at me.  I know that there is nothing unusual in my 
daughter seeing her naked, and we didn't make a habit of concealing that we 
slept naked, but knowing that our neighbor might peek was somehow a turn-on.
Fortunately, no one asked me to say anything, because my distraction would 
have shown.  I don't think that Gwen would have minded, but it might be a 
little bit embarrassing.  When Gwen finally convinced the kids to go and 
play nice, we resumed our entertainment.
I told her "Stand there against the door, just like that.  Spread your legs, 
and let me lick your ass."
"Oh, I love it when you suck up to me like that," she answered, laughing.  
And though my original aim was a bit more forward, I did indeed lick her 
ass, and make it wet, before turning her around and kissing her again.
"God, I missed you," Gwen sighed, when we separated after our kiss.  
"Please, I'd really appreciate some nice cunt snuggles right now, if you 
don't mind, love."
And I did that, went down on her again, and spent a long time kneeling in 
front of her, until she came.  I was going to start talking about the 
special events of my trip, but instead, I went over the usual business, and 
started in on the room mix-up.  She asked about how the situation with 
Daphne had worked, and whether I was turned on by the thought of sharing a 
room with her.
"She is very nice.  And horny, she even offered to sleep in my room even 
though we didn't need to share."
"And you didn't take her up on her offer?"
"No, tempting though it was.  I just didn't think it would be just one night 
with her, if you know what I mean."  And I laughed, and felt uneasy, because 
I would need to explain about the "just one night" which I did have with 
Samantha.
The kids ran up to the door again, and yelled "Pizza's here! Pizza's here!"
"Well, suppertime now.  I ordered pizza, 'cause I didn't want to cook 
tonight.  Not food, if you know what I mean.  Go on and pay for it, I'll 
catch up in a moment."
I left Gwen there, bottomless, still making me very excited, and paid for 
the pizza, got the kids and our neighbor girl set up for their supper.  Gwen 
came out, and we all shared a meal, talked over their adventures of the 
weekend, told them of what I did, even though most of it must be boring for 
a kid, though they always asked.
Despite trying to find another time to tell the story about Samantha, we 
just don't get another time to be alone until the kids are asleep.  I did 
mention that something happened involving her, and that I really need to 
talk to her about it, but I can't explain in front of the kids, I said, and 
that left it a mystery for her to wonder about.
"Is this going to be a sexy story?"  Gwen asks me.  "I'm horny, so I sure 
hope so."  She started to get undressed for bed, naked as usual, and I 
followed suit.  Birthday suit, I thought to myself, and then laughed, and 
had to explain where my thoughts went to cause that.
"Well, you could say that, it is a sexy story.  But I'm not sure how to tell 
you about it."
"Well, just start at the beginning.  Wait a minute, could you lick my cunt 
first, and warm me up?"
"I'd love to do that," I said, and I proceeded to do it.  Laying down made 
this much easier to do, and as usual, I didn't stick just with her pussy, 
even though that was the best spot to turn her on, and good for short 
notice.  I wanted her to be very relaxed and happy, for what I had to tell 
her about.  Gwen got very turned on, and seemed close to coming.  I sped up 
my oral attention, flicking my tongue on her clit, when she said "Stop.  I'm 
ready for my story, Daddy."
"Errr, are you sure you want to stop?"
"Lay on your back, and I'll get into the perfect listening position."
I lay down, and she bent over my very hard cock, and licked it top to 
bottom.  She then sucked the entire thing in, swallowing it.  But almost as 
quickly, she released it, and then moved to straddle my waist with hers, 
facing towards me.  She grabbed my shaft, guided it into her, and slid 
downward.  The shock almost knocked me out, despite having fucked like this 
often.  There was something special about my wife fucking me so hard, riding 
up and down, as preparation for my confession.
I felt that if I didn't speak now, I was going to either pass out with 
pleasure, or fuck all night without talking.  Either could have been nice to 
do, but I really, really wanted to explain what had happened, and how I felt 
about it.  I started the story, telling how Samantha and Daphne had flirted 
with me, and how Sammy had come into my room.  I told about her offer to 
masturbate with me, letting me see her.  I described the event in some 
detail, and Gwen tensed her vaginal muscles against my cock as I did this.  
So far, I felt that Gwen would accept my actions, that I had done nothing 
too bad.  Telling her about Samantha licking the come off my cock drew a 
sigh, and a pause in our action, but I still went on with the story.
When I got to the part about my oral pleasure on her body, and my kiss with 
her while we rubbed our bodies against each other, naked, made Gwen react.  
She leaned forward, moving to kiss me as we fucked.  We stayed like this for 
some time, pumping against each other.  She stretched her legs out, 
imitating the situation I described with Sammy, except that instead of 
simply touching our organs together externally, Gwen and I were joined, my 
body moving into hers below, as our tongues moved together.
I exploded.  I had been horny all day, hard often, and had not taken the 
time to get even a little release before this.  Gwen didn't release me as I 
got soft.  She used her hand to scratch my balls, and used her pussy to 
massage my cock, and I didn't even notice my hard-on go away, if it ever 
did.
"Oh, that was intense.  But don't stop your story yet, you have to tell me 
everything!" ordered Gwen.
I was happy to obey.  She hadn't stopped fucking me so far as I told the 
story.  And I thought to myself, if the situation were reversed, and she was 
telling me about her similar activities, I wouldn't do it either.  I'd wait 
until we were done, and then, get upset, assuming that it actually made me 
upset, or unhappy.  I wasn't sure if it would.  I was sure I would find out 
if I had made Gwen unhappy, by my indiscretion with Sammy.  Or Samantha   
which way would be best to think about her.
Of course, all this thinking meant I wasn't talking.  Gwen said, "Well, go 
on, tell me a story!"
I did, telling about sleeping in the bed with Sammy, about waking up and 
thinking that I was with Gwen, and trying to fuck her.  I told about the 
rest of the morning, and how I had licked her pussy clean while Daphne 
waited outside for us, even though I didn't know she was there.
Finally, I told about how she had taken off her dress, as an incentive for 
me to make love to her once more with my tongue, and how I had left her on 
the bed, naked and asleep with pleasure.  I finished up my tale with the 
ride home, and how I had told Daphne about what I would say to her, though I 
did explain that she thought it was just an innocent sleep-together, not 
sex.;
We fucked intensely for a while.  A lovely, pulse-pounding, press of my lips 
against hers, my cock into her vagina, rolling our bodies together in 
pleasure.  We hit our climaxes, she coming first, I following, and then, we 
lay there, spent.
"Why didn't you fuck her?  That was a golden opportunity, Al!"  Gwen 
lamented.
"Huh?  I was doing my best NOT do do that, and you wonder why I didn't fuck 
her?" I asked.  "I was trying to be faithful, and avoid temptation."
"That's sweet." Gwen said.  She pulled up away from me, and leaned down to 
kiss and lick my cock.  I let her do that, staying quiet.  Her teeth are 
very close to my balls, and despite the other activity this weekend, and 
what we did just now, I began to get hard again.
"But if it were me there, I could have convinced you to fuck me.  You did 
just about everything else, and to deprive me at the end of that pleasure 
seems unfair.  Stupid, even.  Besides, you didn't even get off before the 
trip home!"
"She was knocked out.   You know, it happens to you sometimes too."
"Sure, but you could have fucked her to finish instead."
"Damn!  I thought I did a good thing, resisting temptation."
"Oh, I love you for it, sure."
Gwen moved her pussy over my mouth, inviting me to eat her.  She sucked my 
cock into her mouth, slipping her tongue around it.  I pushed into her 
pussy, using my tongue, then my fingers, then both, and I licked and finger 
fucked her as she sucked me. I love 69, maybe even more than fucking, though 
we tend to do both about as often.  I was not sure how to take her reaction 
to my news.  But I was sure that she loved me, and that I loved her.  And 
soon, we both felt a very tangible joy as a result of that love.   Sure, sex 
was a big part of the feeling, but I couldn't resist letting her know my 
love for her in more than just actions.  I stopped licking long enough to 
say "I love you, always, darling."
"I love you too, my husband" Gwen tried to say   though it sounded more like 
Iwuf udohsp, since she didn't let go of my cock."
And that was how it went, we made love like that for quite some time, and 
she came at least once before the final time, when I came.  She slid her 
body around, to kiss me on the lips again, then, we lay there, happy.
She said, "I have an idea.  Let's go to a hotel next weekend.  You can try 
to resist me.  We'll take the kids by my mom, and have time to ourselves.  I 
bet that you won't be able to say no to fucking me.  Just pretend that Sammy 
is your faithful wife at home.  It should be fun."
"What will you bet?"
"I'll have to think about that.  We have a week to figure that out.  I'll 
see if you can really resist temptation!"
"I'll do my best."
"Besides, you owe me for your weekend with Sammy."
The end.
Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.  Please don't 
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.
If you liked this story, want to put it in a free collection, want to tell 
me how I could write better, or just say hello, write to me at my hotmail 
address.  And no, the fact that I use hotmail should not be construed as an 
endorsement of support for Microsoft, no more than my use of Windows is.

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