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My name is Elizabeth. As you may remember from my journal which is entitled, ‘Elizabeth’s story’, I am an electrical engineering student at UCLA. That is where I met the love of my life, Robert. I fell deeply in love with Robert during my freshman year. I knew early on that Robert was the man with whom I wanted to spend my life.But I had a problem, a complication of sorts. I had a deep, dark secret that had the potential of destroying our relationship. I remember the night Robert proposed to me in vivid detail. After months of agonizing over how and when to tell Robert about my illicit and inappropriate relationship with my stepbrother, I was forced to confess my sin after Robert proposed. I could not procrastinate any longer. I simply was not prepared to marry the man without telling him about my grave sin. Finally, I revealed the sordid details. Robert already knew that my stepfather, a career military man, was killed by a roadside bomb while on duty in Afghanistan shortly before my seventeenth birthday. Nervously, I told Robert how in our collective grief, my stepbrother, Gary, and I leaned on each other more than we should have. I confessed that our ‘closeness’ during this difficult time of mourning slowly crossed several lines. I confessed that I had witnessed Gary masturbating. I further revealed that at Gary’s urging, I stroked him to orgasm, and allowed him to touch me. I confessed that ultimately I allowed my stepbrother to take my virginity. I cried softly as I revealed my sordid past to my fiancé. Robert held me and reassured me as I talked. I told Robert that I had only been intimae with two men, Robert and Gary. I made it clear that the only two men with whom I had been intimate were two men that I would always love, deeply. I sat there terrified, paralyzed in the fear that Robert would be horrified at my revelation and end our relationship and our engagement. I was elated to learn that Robert found the sordid details titillating rather than appalling. He did not see me as a pariah, as I feared he might. However, he had his own confession to reveal. Robert confessed a similar intimate and inappropriate relationship with his stepmother. Initially, I was taken aback. I was shocked to learn that Robert and his stepmother had shared such intimacies. But I quickly realized that it was only his relationship with his stepmother that gave him the context that allowed Robert to understand that my relationship with Gary was something beautiful and something to be cherished. I slowly came to understand that to Robert, his relationship with his stepmother was as beautiful as my relationship with Gary was to me. I remember Robert saying, “Elizabeth, I love you enough to love and accept anyone you truly love. If you tell me that what you and your stepbrother shared was beautiful to you, and you cherish those memories, then it is beautiful to me.” I did not know quite how to respond. He was right. And if I loved him as much as I claimed, then I needed to see his intimate relationship with his stepmother in the same light; as something beautiful and something to be cherished. After all, that relationship was a part of Robert, and it helped make him the man I loved. I spent that night in Robert’s arms, thanking God above for sending this man into my life. I was convinced, there was no one else on this planet who was better suited to be my life’s partner. There was no one else who would understand me so well, and accept me for who I was. The next day, I called Uncle Ralph to tell him about my engagement. He was thrilled for me. Uncle Ralph had assumed the ‘father figure’ role in my life since dad’s death in Afghanistan in 2012. As dad’s older brother, I told him that I wanted him to ‘give me away’ at the wedding. He was flattered. He insisted upon hosting an engagement party in my honor. He wanted an opportunity to meet Robert’s family. The engagement party was set for a little more than a month later, on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Uncle Ralph would host it at his country club in Palo Alto. Mom and Gary would attend, as would Robert’s stepmother and his father. It would be the first time I would meet Robert’s father. Robert and I drove from L.A, to Santa Clara, checked in to a modest but reasonably priced Holiday Inn Express and we rested until it was time to pick up Robert’s stepmother at the airport. Cindy was flying in from New York for the engagement party. Her flight was scheduled to arrive after midnight. Robert and I were standing at the San Jose airport baggage claim when I saw his face light up. “Mom! Over here,” he shouted. I recognized Cindy from my brief visit to New York last Christmas. She was a very attractive woman. Her perky breasts and small frame, combined with a short, sassy hairdo, and her large green eyes, gave her a youthful, ‘cheerleader-like’ appearance that made her look considerably younger than her forty two years. She wore a pleated navy skirt with matching pumps with three inch heels. I could see that her nipples were erect and clearly evident through her bra under her tan colored blouse. She was carrying her jacket over her arm as she approached. She had a cute, petite, sexy appearance that I envied. I hoped I looked as good as she did when I was her age. I could see why Robert was so taken by this woman; hell, I was a bit taken with her myself. I fought a slight twinge of jealousy as I watched my fiancé’s face light up when he saw her. Although I know by any objective standard that I am a very attractive woman, I have always been a bit uncomfortable with my appearance. I had a tall, slender figure that was more athletic in appearance than sexy. I stand five foot, ten inches tall, with smallish, 34B cup breasts. My long legs and firm butt give me a model’s appearance. I had a pretty, cute face with long blonde hair, large green eyes and an engaging smile. Yes, objectively speaking, I was pretty. Nonetheless, bahis şirketleri Cindy had the cute, petite ‘cheerleader’ frame, with perky breasts and round bubble butt that I always envied growing up. She was the type that the boys in high school chased rather than pursue my tall, slender, athletic figure. Robert picked her up as he hugged her, spinning her small frame around. The affection between the two was obvious and real. I thought to myself, ‘He really does love her. I could never ask Robert to give her up’. Once he put her down, she immediately hugged me warmly and said, “Elizabeth, congratulations. I could not be more happy for the two of you.” I sensed she really meant it. Her blessings and affections felt genuine. I could not help but like this woman. I realized that what Robert said to me about my stepbrother was absolutely true about his mom as well. If I truly loved Robert, I needed to love the people he loved. And he dearly loved this woman. We dropped Cindy off at the Santa Clara Marriott a little before two o’clock in the morning. The plan was for her to call me in the morning to arrange a late lunch after she caught up on her sleep. Friday afternoonCindy and I met for lunch at one o’clock on Friday. This was our opportunity to get to know each other a little better. We ordered cocktails. Cindy ordered a glass of merlot, I ordered a cranberry juice and vodka cocktail.Cindy reached over and took my hand and said, “Elizabeth, I want you to know, I am very pleased to have you as my ‘to be’ daughter-in-law. I think you are a lovely young woman.” “Thank you. I truly appreciate the compliment. I want you to know that I respect and admire you as well. Based on some things Robert has shared with me, you and I share more in common than you might expect.”Cindy seemed to be both intrigued and concerned. After a brief paused, she said, “Interesting. Tell me more?” “I know you and Robert have a special relationship. I am glad you are close. I am not threatened by it,” I stated casually. I saw a bright crimson flushed across her face and shoulders. I had not meant to do so, but clearly I had embarrassed her by revealing that I knew her secret. I could see her struggling with what to say, but she decided to remain cautious and remained silent for several seconds. “I did not mean to embarrass you. On the contrary, I want you to know that I am pleased that you two are so close,” I added, trying to relieve her anxiety and embarrassment. I could see she was trying to determine exactly what I knew. After a pause, she finally spoke.”Robert is very special to me. He always has been. I just want him to be happy,” she admitted honestly. It was a candid, but innocent sounding answer that did not admit to anything improper.I smiled and offered, “I want that too. I just want you to know that I am okay with the two of you remaining close.” I took a sip of my cranberry and vodka cocktail and continued, “I have a bit of a confession as well. You and I have more in common that you might imagine.”Cindy raised her eyebrows as if to invite me to continue, but said nothing. I placed my hand on top of hers and confided, “After our dad was killed in Afghanistan, my stepbrother and I became ‘close’ too. We were both emotional wrecks and we leaned on each other, perhaps more than we should have. What I am saying is that I understand how these things can happen. I understand how people might cling to each other when they are emotionally vulnerable in ways that society might frown upon.”She sat there speechless. I could see she was struggling to find anything to say. She finally uttered, “Thank you for being so understanding.”I then added, “Robert knows that Gary and I remain close. He accepts the fact that my stepbrother and I will always share an intimacy and closeness. I have told him that I understand his need to remain close to you. What I am saying is, you do not have to end your closeness because of me. I like knowing that you two continue to share this bond.”She was clearly uncomfortable that Robert had shared their secret; but I sensed that she was also relieved that I was not appalled by the details of their relationship. But most of all, she seemed intrigued by my willingness to allow it to continue. After a moment of silence, she asked, “Does Robert know you are okay with this?” “Yes, I told him I was meeting you for lunch. In fact, while you are here, I will make him available to you. I really do understand how you feel about him.” “I don’t quite know what to say. Thank you, I guess. To be honest, I assumed once you two became a couple, that this chapter of my life was over. I had accepted that fact. Elizabeth, I want you to know that I am not proud that I ever allowed my relationship with Robert to become… well… intimate. It never should have happened.”I interrupted her, “Cindy, I understand better than you how something innocent can slide into something more. Some day I may share with you how Gary and I accidentally ended up being closer than we should have been. But I know that I needed him and he needed me at the time. I know that Robert and you needed each other too. I don’t want to take that away from him. You are the only woman I will ever share him with. He will come see you tonight. Okay?”Squeezing my hand, she simply said, “Thank you.” During our extended lunch, Cindy also confided to me that she was feeling quite anxious and nervous about the engagement party planned for Saturday night at the country club. She indicated that she was dreading seeing her ex-husband at the engagement party and meeting his new, much younger, trophy wife. She lamented that she would not even have a date for the evening. I contemplated how I could possibly alleviate some of her discomfort at Saturday’s party. Perhaps my stepbrother, Gary could help? Friday evening Friday evening we had a casual dinner at Uncle Ralph’s home. It was a great opportunity for bahis firmaları the two families to get to know each other prior to the more formal dinner on Saturday. Robert’s father did not attend the Friday night dinner, so Cindy was relaxed and seemed to enjoy herself. When Robert and I drove Cindy back to her hotel that evening after dinner at my uncle’s house, I insisted that Robert stay with his stepmother. It was a gift that I wanted to give to both Robert and Cindy. Besides, I needed to spend some ‘quality time’ with my stepbrother and reassure him that my engagement did not have to mean he was losing me from his life. After dropping Cindy and Robert off at the Marriott, I picked up Gary and took him to my hotel, Gary and I enjoyed a wonderful evening, during which made love many times. It was emotionally and physically satisfying evening for both of us. Saturday nightThe night of the engagement party came off without a hitch. I had arranged for Gary to be extra attentive to Cindy during the party to give her ex-husband something to think about. Gary pulled it off like a pro, and actually spent the night with Cindy. It was yet another ‘gift’ I was pleased to give to this woman. I really did feel a unique and special emotional connection to Robert’s stepmother. I enjoyed pleasing her and making her feel loved and accepted. I cannot fully explain why this was so important to me, but it was. Robert and I made love and got a decent night’s sleep. I think he and I were both feeling a bit sleep deprived from our evening of debauchery; Robert with his with his stepmother, me with my stepbrother, the previous day. We needed a night off and some extra sleep. Sunday brunchRobert and I woke Sunday morning, well rested and feeling good. We met Cindy and Gary for brunch at eleven thirty on Sunday morning. We chatted over Bloody Mary’s and mimosas. Cindy thanked me profusely for make her last two nights so memorable, first with Robert, and then with Gary. I was honestly glad to do it. I really liked this lady. And I will confess, I was strangely attracted to her. I suggested that the four of us, (Robert, Gary, Cindy and me), go on a double date Sunday evening. We agreed to go out as a foursome without actually discussing who would be whose date. Sunday evening – I get to know Cindy much better We dined at Tarragon’s, a very upscale restaurant in Palo Alto. We flirted. joked, and drank over dinner. Cindy insisted on picking up the check since she was the only one gainfully employed. We then went dancing at Opal’s. Cindy and I danced with both Robert and Gary. The alcohol consumption had lowered our inhibitions and there was considerable kissing and touching on the dance floor as well as under our table. Cindy and I were teasing and flirting with both of the guys. We seemed to truly connect with each other as well. I cannot explain why the connection with Robert’s stepmother felt so real and so natural, but Cindy and I simply seemed to connect.The music was too loud and I was having trouble hearing. I was actually getting a headache. I suggested that we take our little party back to Cindy’s hotel and test the hot tub and spa. Cindy explained that she did not bring her swim suit. I responded by telling her that neither did I. I suggested that she and I could enjoy the hot tub wearing just our bra and panties. The guys could wear their boxers. “We can’t walk through the hotel wearing just a wet pair of panties and a bra,” she protested. “We can wrap ourselves in towels. It’ll be fun,” I assured her.I could see her blush at the very prospect of what I was proposing. She was so cute. She wanted to be naughty, but she was so shy. I wanted to hug her right then. “I guess that would work,. Actually, I have two nice, plush Marriott robes in my room for you and me. The hotel provides them with the suite. The guys can make do with the towels,” she offered nervously.I squeezed her hands and said, “I like the way you think, Cindy. Does your room have one king, or two double beds?” I was caressing her hands as we spoke. I was flirting with her shamelessly. I felt a unique attraction to this woman. There was something about her demeanor that prevented me from thinking of her as a forty year old woman. She looked and acted much younger and more vibrant. And her shyness was terribly appealing. “I have two doubles, a couch and a little sitting area in my junior suite,” she replied. “Great. after the hot tub, if we’ve had too much wine, we can all crash in your room, if that would be okay?”With a noticeable quiver in her voice, she answered, “I suppose we could do that… all crash in my room tonight.” She started to ask me about the sleeping arrangements, but changed her mind. Her nervousness was precious. We arrived back at the hotel a few minutes before eleven o’clock. Robert handed the car keys to the valet attendant. I grabbed a bag with two bottles of wine, some plastic cups and a wine opener. Robert led us through the lobby to the elevator banks. We rode the elevator to Cindy’s suite. Cindy’s hands were shaking slightly as she fumbled to retrieve the electronic card key from her purse. I can only guess that crossing the threshold with her stepson, his fiancé and my stepbrother felt wicked and dangerous to her, despite the fact that she had already slept with both these young men. Once inside her room, I took the two bottles of wine out and set them on the coffee table that was in front of the small, two person couch in the sitting area. I also took the plastic cups and wine opener out. Cindy looked surprised when I removed a tube of warming massage oil from the bag and set it on the nightstand between the two double beds. I smiled at her and simply said, “This is for later. We can have the guys give us a massage after the hot tub.” I found her nervousness absolutely adorable. I opened one bottle of wine and poured two large large plastic glasses of wine. I kaçak bahis siteleri handed one to Cindy. We were both already feeling a bit light headed from the alcohol we consumed over dinner and at the dance club. But if I was going to get Cindy to relax and abandon all inhibitions, one or two more glasses of wine might help. I offered the guys some wine, but Gary indicated that he was going to head to the lounge and grab a couple of beers for Robert and him. Robert offered to accompany Gary, leaving Cindy and me alone to prepare for our hot tub adventure. “Where are those robes?” I asked as I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it as Cindy stared admiringly. My bra and panty were a light beige or ‘off-white’ and very shear. I glanced in the mirror to see that the darkness of my areolas was plainly visible through the thin, diaphanous material. My reflection also showed that the crotch of my panties was sufficiently transparent to determine that I shave my vulva. Cindy handed me the robe which had not been worn yet and was still hanging in the closet. I placed the robe on the bed, and remained somewhat exposed in my shear bra and panty set. I liked the admiring look in Cindy’s eyes and I did not want it to end. I kicked off my shoes, and wearing only my bra and panties, I walked over to the closet to hang up my dress. “I don’t want to look like I slept in this dress tomorrow,” I said casually. “Let’s get you ready for the hot tub, Cindy,” I said as I took the plastic cup of wine from her hand and set it on the dresser. I turned her toward the mirror and standing behind her reached up and unzipped her dress. Cindy stood there, motionless, allowing me to slowly remove her dress. I detected a slight nervous tremor under my touch. I lowered her cocktail dress off her shoulders and she stepped out of it. Without saying a word, I left her standing there in her black bra and panties as I hung up her dress, next to mine in the closet. Cindy stepped out of her high heel pumps, and then stood motionless, staring at her reflection in the mirror, not quite sure what to do next. “You really are quite lovely in your black bra and panties. You are absolutely stunningly beautiful,” I said as I walked back and stood behind her. Without looking at me, she softly mumbled, “Thank you.” She was obviously nervous, but I sensed she was also feeling wickedly naughty as well. At five foot ten inches in height, I was a full six inches taller than her. Cindy has the cute, petite frame of a cheerleader. As I mentioned earlier, it was the body type I coveted while growing up. She had the small, perky breasts, and round ‘bubble butt’ that the boys all chased. Her stomach was flat and firm. She was very attractive. I rubbed her shoulders from behind as we both stared at the sexy image reflected back at us. Very slowly, making sure I did not ‘spook’ her by moving too quickly, I ran my hands over her shoulders, barely touching her breasts. My palms gently grazed over her erect nipples brushing against them. She started shivering ever so slightly at my touch. “Are you okay? You’re shaking,” I asked. “I’m just a little nervous, I guess. This is uncharted territory for me,” she confessed candidly. With the palms of my hands barely touching her erect nipples through the thin material of her bra, I asked, “Should I stop?” I truly did not want her to do anything she might regret later. After all, she was going to be my mother-in-law in a few months. She shook her head and softly answered, “No, I am enjoying your touch. I’m just a little scared.” I teased both of her nipples between my forefinger and thumb through the shear black material of her bra and reassured her, “You don’t have to be scared of anything. I won’t push you into anything you don’t want to do. We can go as slowly as you need. I promise.” She closed her eyes, laid he head back on my shoulder and quietly moaned as she savored my touch. I ran her hands lower, stroking he abdomen and said, “Oh my, you have a beautiful body. Your tummy is so flat, and your breasts are still so firm and perky. God I hope I can look this good when I’m your age.”Cindy moaned and stammered, “Thank you.” I was slowly moving my hands over her breasts, down her abdomen and placing the very tips of my fingers into the waistband of her bikini panties, teasing her sensitive skin with my touch. She would moan and quiver each time I traced my finger tips across her very erect nipples. I was becoming very aroused myself. I could feel my vagina to begin to ‘open up’. I was leaking into the gusset of my panties. I became very aware of my pulse in my erect and swollen clitoris. Cindy allowed me to gently caress her for several minutes, cooing and moaning softly. The caresses were more sensual than sexual, but there was no question that she was enjoying my touch. She did not make any attempt to touch me intimately. However, she did reach behind herself and grasp my thighs in her hand and squeeze them as I continued to caress her. Suddenly, we were interrupted. The door clicked and Cindy jerked forward, breaking our contact. She seemed startled by Robert’s and Gary’s return. I could see her face, neck and shoulders turn a bright crimson from embarrassment. She reminded me of a little girl who had been caught being very naughty.The guys returned each carrying three beers that they decided to purchased from the commissary in the lobby rather than pay the exorbitant prices in the bar. I casually stepped away from Cindy as the door opened. The guys did not see me touching Cindy. Both Robert and Gary made it clear that finding Cindy and me stripped down to our underwear was an unexpected, but very pleasant surprise. Robert exclaimed, “Well hello, ladies. You two are looking good.”Cindy and I put on the hotel robes. Gary and Robert striped down to their boxers and t-shirts. The guys wrapped a towel around their waists. I topped off both of our plastic cups with the wine, emptying the bottle. Both Robert and Gary emptied a beer into a large solo cup. We had our drinks, our towels and robes; and we headed out to the spa. The athletic club and spa were on the third floor.