The Lonely Doves

Austin sat at the table, waiting as his wife served the children their food. She had made Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo, with mashed potatoes, rice, and a small salad for everyone. It smelled delicious to Austin as he thought over how he was to bring the kissing action he saw in the garage into dinner conversation as a joke.

"Mom, it smells so yummy!" Kris exclaimed as she served him up some food.

"I know, sweetie, I made it," Lisa laughed in mock-arrogance, and that brought a laugh from everyone at the table. As Lisa reached Austin, he whispered into her ear about later once Sarah was gone, and Kris was asleep. Lisa shook her head no bringing a shocked and hurt expression from Austin.

"Okay, let's eat!" Austin quietly yelled.

He was lost in thought for most of the meal, only paying enough attention to acknowledge someone. He felt as if a muse had touched him when he heard is son say something about him and Lisa kissing when company was over.

Austin had to take his chance. Laughing, he started to speak, "Oh, like you can say anything when you kiss said company very heatedly in our garage." Kris blushed, Sarah turned her face downward, embarrassed. And Lisa, God bless her, tried so hard not to laugh.

"How heatedly, hun?" She asked Austin, a devilish grin splitting her face.

"Oh, something like. . .," He stood up and went to his wife's chair, kissing her, tongue probing, lips smacking. It went on for about three minutes, Lisa moaning slightly. "This."

Lisa sat there, face flushed, hands trembling, and quite out of breath. Austin, pleased with himself, took a bow. Kris and Sarah had watched very closely as the couple kissed, probably learning something. Austin bent down to his wife's ear and whispered, "How about now, babe?"

He didn't wait for an answer and just went back to his seat to continue eating. The kitchen and dining room were quite fancy. Maroon and white strips lined the walls, a very 'elegant' chandelier hung above the table. The table itself was a find. It was a 17th Century Redwood table, with markings and carvings from the ages.

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After Sarah had been driven home by Lisa, the happy family sat down in the living room and watched tv. At the moment, they were watching reruns of Fresh Prince of Bel-air. Will Smith was a funny guy. Kris was a bit uncomfortable, due to the fact that Austin had talked to him as soon as he got back about what he had see in the master bathroom.

Kris had been shocked, scared, and freakishly ashamed. Austin had not been mad or anything, and so didn't understand his sons reaction. Kris was scared that his manhood was small for his age, but Austin hadn't paid attention to that. His eyes were for the sweet, slick, some-what glistening body of the seventeen year old girl. Austin, not being an idiot, had not said a thing about that, though.

"Okay sweetheart, it's bedtime for you." Lisa said suddenly, the episode's credits rolling down the television.

"But mom, it's only ten!" Kris whined

"Yeah, so?" She mocked. "You have a dentist appointment after school tomorrow, and after that you have a Parent-teacher conference to attend with me."

"Oh." Was all he said before hugging both Austin and Lisa. "Love you, night!" He yelled as he ran upstairs to his bedroom.

"Sarah is a pretty little think, don't you think, hun?" Lisa said softly, shocking Austin.

"I guess, a bit young for my tastes though."

"Oh, don't be coy with me. I saw you undressing her with your eyes."

"What!?!" Austin somehow managed to yell at the top of his lungs, yet keep it to a whisper.

"I don't care. Besides, she turns 18 in eight months. So if you can wait that long, I'll gladly welcome a threesome."

Austin, knowing how witty his wife was, wasn't sure if this was a trap, so he just continued to look disgruntled at her, and said, "Eww."

"Good boy," his wife purred. He had to hand it to her. She was one sexy bitch, and she knew it. "Let's go up stairs." Austin jumped up, getting ready to haul-ass up those stairs when his wife said, "And sleep."

Austin turned around, facing his wife and jumped on her. She tortured him to much. He kissed her neck, her lips, her nose, her eyelids, his hands running up and down her back. She purred and moaned into his mouth making his already aching groin stretch it's confines even more.

"Hun, let's go upstairs, please?" Austin skulked.

"Since you asked so nicely, sure." Lisa said, sounding lazy and tired.

They hurried up stairs, kissing all the while, and slowly stripping as the neared their bedroom.

"I love you," Austin said lovingly as he kissed the tops of his wife bra-clad breasts.

"I love you too." A moan strangled the last word.

Finishing the action of stripping his wife, his hands roamed, squeezing tits and ass alike, surprising the owner of the hands at their firmness. Pushing her onto the bed, he slowly crawled up her body, dragging kisses and soft nibbles along the way. Lisa was moaning and groaning in bliss, Austin's tongue and teeth making her close to orgasm.

When his lips reached Lisa's, his dick was ready and waiting. One of her hands reached down and slowly stroked it as she pulled him to her twat. She was already wet enough that it slipped right in. He kept up a steady rhythm of back and forth, nibbling and blowing on her ear, and whispering his pleasure. Lisa, on the other hand, was keeping rhythm with his thrusts, but she was much louder, and having multiple orgasms, her toes going numb.

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Chapter Two -

Chapter three may not be up for a week or so, my job is trying to murder me.

I hope you enjoyed. R&R please!