He admits he has feelings.

Staring into space, unable to tear himself away from where his thoughts took him, John’s mind began playing an endless loop of joy-filled moments that he spent with Melissa. Thinking of everything they shared, each moment seemed brighter than the last, and he could recall them all like they happened just seconds ago: the way she laughed at his jokes, the way her hair swept like a carefree river, the way his heart surged every time she smiled at him, the way he replayed her winking at him a thousand times over. There she was, right next to him the entire time, always larger than life—until now he’d never known just how much he needed her. With a bittersweet pang, one heart-wrenching fact stood above all: HE HAS FEELINGS FOR HER! More than he could have ever anticipated, more than he would have ever allowed himself to admit before today, more than he knew was possible. The torment of this truth rattled him, shook him to his core. More terrifying still was the realization that his heart's capacity was greater than he'd thought. She hasn’t replaced Jennifer—no, she hasn’t replaced her—but to say she is not there would be an outright lie. Realizing this, he felt his heart expand, warm and chaotic, a wildfire in a winter forest. His feelings defied boundaries, capturing all of Melissa's energy and refusing to let go. Oh, how quickly life’s map had redrawn itself! Boundaries disappeared like smoke, replaced with a vast new territory he was only beginning to explore, and yet it felt like home. The time they spent together, the thrill of being with someone who truly saw him, the enchantment of this weekend, all this laid the foundation for the enormity of what he was feeling. Swirling in this revelation, he was overwhelmed with the sheer weight of his emotions. How could he sort through these tangled wires? Were words even possible to untie them? He knew he must address this; he knew he must find the courage. Just as his mind turned to the best way to face it, the bathroom door creaked open. Melissa glided out, and the world instantly shrank to just the two of them.

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She looked drop-dead breathtaking in her pink lacy babydoll lingerie that perfectly hugged her mature curves. The way she stood there confidently in the doorway, she could make any man in the world think only of sex, and she knew it.

She looked undeniably irresistible and drop-dead breathtaking, her silhouette framed by the bathroom doorway, in her pink lacy babydoll lingerie that perfectly hugged her mature curves. John could hardly breathe as he took it all in, the way she stood confidently, the way her body seemed to defy reason, the raw allure that seemed almost unreal. She could make any man in the world think only of sex, and she knew it, standing there so powerful and enticing that John thought he might explode before he got out of his clothes. The seconds stretched like eternity until he was finally next to her, and then they were in each other's arms, tearing at zippers and buttons between gasps and kisses. John felt Melissa’s warmth all around him, and in a rush of joy, they toppled into bed. Surge after surge of pleasure shattered any last trace of boundary between them. Just moments later, they were in each others’ arms again, with their sexes joined while moaning each others’ names. Both of them loved hearing the other moaning their names, so they focused on what made them do that the most. Their words echoed like music, as they panted and groaned with passion that truly stunned them. They were utterly lost, consumed by the frantic rhythm of their bodies, and the moans came louder until they reached a breathless crescendo. The silken sheets wrapped around them like a secret, like a world where nothing existed but their limbs and mouths entangled, and once wasn’t enough, they couldn’t just leave it there. They held on to one another fiercely, almost desperately, knowing the night was theirs and not wanting to waste a single second. They both only came twice that night, but that was all they needed to do to be satisfied. After all, this weekend was less about sex and more about just having a good time. John couldn't help but feel sickened by how natural and right it felt holding Melissa cum filled body as they fell asleep. Her head rested on his chest as her breathing slowed, and he lay awake, stunned by the simplicity of it all.

The next day, a limo drove them around the area to see all the natural beauties. But it didn't matter where the limo driver took them as they were both too enthralled with each other to have a look outside the window. The Limo drive took all day, after which they returned to the hotel restaurant for another on-the-house meal. But even then, they didn't stop looking into each other eyes and holding each other hands. They didn't even wait until they got into their room when they checked in for the night before they started making out and undressing.

Not wanting to miss a second of their blissful moments together, they clung tightly to each other the entire night. Their bodies stayed joined until the last possible moment, neither willing to break the connection even as dawn approached. The morning light crept in as they finally dressed for the day, savoring every lingering glance, every fleeting touch. They checked out of their suite and held hands until the exact moment the clock ticked away the last of their time together. Reluctantly, John took Melissa back to the spot where they had swapped on Friday, where William waited for her. She gave John a lasting, meaningful look as she got out of the car and stepped into William’s. It was a look that told John she felt exactly the same way he did. She then whispered something to William. Whatever she said prompted William to immediately drive away before he even had time to greet Melissa. That meant she wanted John to have time with Jennifer, which only meant more to John because it was her idea. As soon as Jennifer got in the car, John couldn’t help but notice she was in nothing but a towel, and he tried not to think about what she had been doing for the last two days or why she wasn’t wearing any clothes. But it was hard not to as he noticed a pool of cum forming on his seat from her ass and pussy.

John felt a strange sickness as they drove away. The more he thought about how natural it felt with Melissa, the worse his feelings got and the sicker he felt. The closer to home they got, the more guilty he felt with his naked wife sitting next to him. He wondered in agony what she would think if she ever found out the extent to which he had fallen for Melissa, to what degree he had bonded with the older woman. He could hardly focus as his thoughts and emotions tangled like threads he could never hope to unravel.

He only felt worse and worse about his feelings as he drove home with his naked wife sitting next to him. He kept wondering about what she would think if she ever found out about his feelings.

To keep these feelings to himself, to bury them in silence and lies, seemed like it would be the ruin of him, an irreversible and corroding poison. Wouldful ignorance would be the **** of their relationship, he knew. If he let this linger, if he let the deception fester, it would only cause more trouble, more heartache for them both. He was terrified of being honest, but he knew he needed to sack up and find a way forward. Consumed, he lost himself to what he might say, to the best way to face this head-on, his mind spinning with fragile possibilities. Then he remembered what she had told him about her time with her father and how much it sounded like how he would have described the weekend with Melissa. This common ground gave him an idea. It was a long shot but as good a place to start as any.

Summoning all his courage, John hesitantly asked, “Jennifer, I know you love your father, but are you ‘in love’ with your father?”

She paused for a moment and considered, seriously considered, the question. She had feelings for her dad that were far beyond what most children had for their parents, and she knew that. Were her feelings for him even close to appropriate? Were they acceptable? They certainly weren’t like her feelings for Steve. They were different, way different, and she wasn’t sure how John would react to them. Her response was measured and thoughtful as she finally said, “I think it’s best that I don’t answer that.”

John heard what she didn’t say. That meant she probably thought he wouldn’t like the answer one bit. That, combined with his own tumultuous feelings for Melissa, made him drop the question entirely. At least he didn’t feel as guilty after that. Not as the week passed.

Next weekend

John, uncertain about what his tumultuous feelings might make him do, nervously watched his wife walk to her father’s car as her mother walked to his car in the same place they did the swap last weekend. He swallowed hard, not sure what his feelings would do to him—or to them. The more he thought about the last weekend, the more uneasy he got about how this one would go. He barely noticed Jennifer's ass peeking out of her skimpy cut-off shorts—or her reddened face when she saw him in what she knew were the clothes he had sexed her mother in. This time, it wasn't just a swap that was on John's mind, it was the fallout that might happen if he couldn't get himself to keep his mouth shut. But he couldn't deny he was looking forward to seeing how the week had affected things between him and his mother-in-law. As she reached William’s car, he was almost relieved to see how eagerly she climbed in. But with the relief came fear of how the weekend might go if he couldn’t keep it together, if he let himself get any closer to Melissa. She gave him a lasting, meaningful look as she got into William's car, just like she did last week—that meant nothing has change on her end yet... His mother-in-law gave him a sly smile as she got into his car before she said, "I hear you asked my daughter if she loves her father; I don't mind. I am just wondering why you asked?"