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Chapter 9 by cphi cphi

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Where is Jenna?

You realize it's been a while since you came out to the pool. Riley's phone is sitting on her beach chair, and the time says 12:50 pm. Huh. Jenna definitely would have finished the prep and come outside by now, even doing the work by herself.

"I'll be back, ladies." {if AxRTrouble = 1} Riley and Allison have changed positions. Now Riley is slurping tequila off Allison's belly. The two girls are giggling and generally acting like sorority sisters on spring break. It's nice to see the two cousins getting close.{else} Riley lays back down, and drapes a hand over her eyes. "Okay, daddy." On the next chair, Allison has flipped over, untying her top to let the sun work her back a little. Karen splashes from the pool but it doesn't reach you. "Go find us some more pool people, James! Why is everyone else hiding inside?" {endif} You walk up the incline of the back yard, looping around the outside of the garage, rather than heading back inside directly.
You swing in through the garage, and enter the living room. You can see the kitchen above and behind, but Jenna's not at the counter anymore. Hmm. As you approach the kitchen, you see a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, open and sweating by the sink. You open the fridge. All the chickens are prepped and marinating, the oven is pre-heating, and the tray of seasoned potatoes and carrots is ready to go in. The big salad is in a bowl, ready to be dressed. So the prep work is basically done. Even the steaks are trimmed. The prep dishes are stacked in the sink. So Jenna is clearly finished. Where had she gone?

You hear an all-too-familiar sound drifting from the hallway that leads to the main floor bedrooms and bathroom. "..ah...ah....ah...ah...ah..ah...ah..ah..."
You swallow, trying to ignore the sound of your son plowing Tara. The little tart's getting all she can handle by the sound of it.
You open the door to the basement.
"...not like that, Tim..." Zoe's voice, on the phone. Who's Tim?
"...not the agreement we made. In any case, I walked out on his ass yesterday, so it's not my...." You shut the door. You don't want to eavesdrop on Zoe's business.

Upstairs is the only logical place left for Jenna to be.
"...aahhh....AHH....fuck..." Tara's voice hits a muffled crescendo as you head upstairs.
You reach the top of the stairs. You check the master bedroom. Jenna's dress is lying on the bed, along with her bra and panties. Hmm. If she changed into swimwear, where was she now?
You hear the soft rumble of muffled voices coming from the guest bedroom.
You approach the guest room door. It's slightly ajar, and you can begin to pick out the voices.
"...gorgeous, Jen. Truly. James is one lucky guy." Jack sounds groggy, as if just awoken.
"You really think so? He bought it for me last Mother's Day. I've been working hard to fit in it." Jenna sounds a little slurred; that bottle downstairs was more than half gone already.
You reach the threshold, and you can see Jenna, in the killer orange bikini you bought her with the fishnet coverup. Her white shawl and summer hat are on the floor at the foot of the bed. She's seated on the bed, and her body is between you and Jack, who appears to be lying down, perhaps just having woken up.
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"It's so nice to have you guys here, Jack." Jenna's voice has a sensual tone to it. Her hand is moving on the side of her away from you. You hear Jack's zipper being pulled down. Holy shit...Jenna's taking this hotwife thing and running with it!! With her brother-in law! You don't know whether to be pissed, but you know that you're turned on by her brazen boldness.
You immediately start stroking your cock inside your shorts.
"Whoa..Jenna...." Jack's waking up now. "What's...what's gotten into you? Every time I've ever...you always shut me down hard." You flinch at that. Jack had always had a leering eye and a way with compliments for Jenna, but you didn't know until today he had actively made passes at her.
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Jack." Jenna leans over, and it seems clear that she's popped Jack's little soldier into her hungry, cheating mouth.
"Fuu...." Jack grips Jenna's hair with one hand, sliding his shorts down with the other... "I wasn't expecting this when I woke up today."
You and me both, Jack.
Jenna's bobbing up and down with rhythmic fervor, now. Jack's hand is traveling down to her ass, pulling her bikini bottoms down over that gorgeous rump.
"Jenna...jesus...I shouldn't say this...but you're better at that than Karen..."
You moisten your palm and stroke your cock, thinking about how you'll punish her for this, how you'll reclaim her this time.
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