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About a year ago, I bought an inn with Lynn, my best friend and business partner. My name is Alex and I’m a tall middle-aged guy, with light red hair that has yet to fade.Lynn is the same age as I am though she looks ten years younger. She is a stunning brunette with a strong athletic frame, large breasts that she’s had perfectly framed years ago after having children, and beautiful dark eyes that rouse the attention of almost every man she meets.I’ll admit it right now and be upfront with it, I’m totally in love with Lynn and always have been. I know she loves me too and we are very close, but not close in the sexual sort of way you might expect.More than a few people who have met us have assumed we are a couple, but the reality is, we just aren’t and we both agree we are so much better the way things are now.Lynn and I had a short fling many years ago, but honestly, I couldn’t hold her attention. She gets so much attention from men, that she’s literally got thousands of men connected to her in her Tinder profile. For me, I don’t want that sort of pressure to constantly compete against every man on the planet.What we have instead is an incredibly close relationship that is everything that a romantic relationship has less all the hard parts. Her mother confessed to me once that she thinks of me as her son-in-law. We work together, we share everything we own together, and we take care of each other.However, we both have our own spouses.Two years ago, we rented an inn to do some business planning together away from the city. Nestled in the heart of wine country, it was the perfect retreat. Lynn fell in love with the place instantly and convinced the owner that if he ever wanted to sell the place, to give her a call. And that’s basically how it came to pass that we bought the Inn together.The Inn is seasonal. Vineyards and wineries are not destinations in the middle of winter in our part of the country, which makes for a slow period. Just as we were taking over the Inn, the previous owner introduced us to an interested tenant – Amilee.Amilee was from France and was looking for a place to stay over the winter in this area and had stayed at the Inn many times before. Lynn and I met with Amilee one afternoon.“We understand you are looking for a place to live this winter?”Amilee responded in perfect English but with a strong French accent, “Ah oui, I love this place. I’d like to have one of your rooms for three months.”We opened a bottle of wine and the three of us got to know one another as we negotiated the terms.Amilee was several years older than Lynn and I, but she was still a very attractive blonde. She was shorter than Lynn, but shared the trait of large attractive Şerifali Escort breasts.After a few glasses, the conversation was more open. Amilee looked at Lynn and asked her, “Why are you and Alex not together? He’s attractive, non?”Lynn and I get that a lot. Even the local media once wrongly published a story about us being married, much to the chagrin of my fiancée.We laughed and chatted a bit more and then parted ways agreeing to the terms of the lease.A month later in the dead of January, Amilee arrived to check in.“Welcome, Amilee!” I greeted her as she came in from the cold. “Let me help you with your bags.”Amilee’s move-in was easy and it was nice to have company around the large old property. Lynn and I had been trading off stays at the Inn to manage it during the winter. There was the odd guest here and there, but generally speaking, we were just keeping an eye on the place.We all became fast friends and for Amilee, she enjoyed having the mixed company. Girl talk with Lynn. Business and wine talk with me.One Friday night, Lynn and I had planned to spend the weekend together at the Inn to do a few renovations while it was slow.It was one of the white-knuckle drives from the city to the Inn in the middle of a snowstorm. A drive that normally takes less than an hour, took over two.When we arrived, we were surprised that Amilee had prepared a hot meal for us. It was so very kind of her and much appreciated.I retrieved a few bottles of red wine from the cellar, and we all enjoyed the meal together. Lynn and I sat on one side of the long dining room table and Amilee on the other. Lynn had found old church pews to use as seating for the dining room table and she had them modified to make them feel like our guests were sitting in a cozy dining booth.After the third glass of wine, as one might expect, the conversations were fluid.Amilee pressed us again, “Why aren’t you two together again?”Lynn and I shared our reasons, each listing one reason after another why being friends has worked better for us than being lovers.Unsatisfied with the explanations and being a pushy French divorcee herself, Amilee then asked, “Have you two ever slept together?”Lynn and I have only rarely disclosed to anyone that we have slept together. Neither of our spouses know about those crazy nights in our past despite various inquisitions. I will never say a word, but I looked at Lynn, who by this time was rosy and bubbly when she took the question, “Sure, we’ve been together, but that was years ago.”Amilee leaned back in quiet enjoyment, “Mon Dieu! I knew it!” Feeling her instincts were as sharp as ever. With cocky French confidence she added, looking at Lynn directly, Şerifali Escort Bayan “You know he’s in love with you too!”“I’m right here you know.” I feigned a weak protest, but didn’t refute one word of her statement.Lynn smiled broadly, turned to me, “Of course, he tells me all time.” She leans into me, and we kissed each other on the lips holding the kiss for perhaps a second or two longer than you might for two friends.Lynn and I are totally comfortable with each other and always have been, so Lynn didn’t make any attempt to restore the separation between us on the bench. My hand naturally fell onto her upper thigh and she didn’t flinch any objection whatsoever.“Why are you single, Amilee?” I asked in an attempt to re-exert balance to avoid a conversation of incrimination.Amilee openly discussed her own divorce and disappointment with men and relationships. She came to America to get a new start and get away from all the French bullshit, “There are so many affairs of this man and that woman or that woman and another man or sometimes groups of people where I come from. I played along with the French laissez-faire approach to sex, which is fine, until emotions get involved and someone gets hurt. Quelle dommage!” She paused for a moment, then translated, “Such a shame,” she added looking upward as if remembering something.It piqued my curiosity further and I asked her, “What was the craziest thing that happened back then?”Amilee shared how she and her ex-husband had once had an open marriage. She was free to take on a lover as much as he was. The arrangement was predicated on openness and trust which required full disclosure on the extra-marital trysts each were engaged in.Her marriage came crashing to a halt when one day she came home and found her husband fucking her sister in their bed.Lynn and I went pale with that confession – wrong question to have asked.“And that’s why I’m no longer married to him,” Amilee stated as a brave matter of fact, but the small tear in the corner of her eye indicated this was a sensitive topic.Thus followed an awkward quiet moment that we all sensed sucked the vibe from the room. Amilee didn’t want the evening to go in that direction and reposed the question to Lynn and I, “What is the craziest thing the two of you have done together?”The question alone struck my mind like a bolt of lightning and flashbacks of Lynn and I in the backs of cars, offices, bathrooms, hotel rooms, hot tubs and even once at a sex club. We both knew the sex club was the pinnacle of our ridiculous escapades, but neither of us have ever dared speak of it to anyone.My hand gently stroked Lynn’s thigh as if to say you Escort Şerifali say it, I’m not answering that question, or at least not entirely or honestly.But if you get to know Lynn at all, one of the things I love about being with her is that anything goes. The two of us don’t have a filter after three glasses of wine.Lynn went on to tell Amilee the whole story about us flying to New York for a conference. I had rented a one-bedroom condo, which Lynn had not objected to at the time. We had finished the sessions, had a few drinks in the hospitality suite and were ready to go out in the Big Apple in a big way.We had always joked about going to a sex club, but for whatever reason, the thought had occurred to us both at the same time.Lynn and I took turns giving our impressions of the club, its patrons, and its activities.“But did you do anything?” Amilee asked impatiently awaiting the good stuff, ”Or anyone?”Lynn’s own hand was on my thigh this time passing the verbal baton to me to finish the story. Whether that was because I remembered the details better than she did or she just wanted to give me a chance to tell my perspective.“The short answer is yes,” I replied to a disapproving chorus of boos from Amilee.“I don’t know if I want to hear the rest of this,” Lynn says, “plus I have to pee.”Lynn slid out from the pew and vanished to the facilities.“Que-ce que se passe?” Amilee asks now slipping in out of French more frequently with each glass of wine. “What happened?”I tell Amilee that after an hour or so of just watching the antics of the various club venues that Lynn and I were sitting on a sofa together when we start fooling around. It began when I parted my towel and showed Lynn my half-hard cock to which she wrapped her fist and then her mouth around to thicken it fully. From there, Lynn and I just let go with each other and gave into our inhibitions – in the pool, in one of the rooms – just her and I, no one else, but total trust in one another.By the end of the story, I notice Amilee’s foot was rubbing up and down against my calf.As Lynn returned to the dining room, Amilee proclaimed, “I love that story!”Lynn looked at me and said, “What did you tell her?” to which I just smiled.Amilee gave the cliff notes version of the highlights and hearing it from someone else’s perspective interested Lynn and she snuggled in next to me, placing her hand into mine on the table.Amilee finished her rendition with the statement, “If you two want to sleep together while you are at the Inn, you can count on me, I will never speak a word about it with your spouses.” As she said that, Amilee’s toes were crawling up my leg underneath the table which sent shockwaves through my groin.Lynn laughed nervously at the suggestion and lamely refuted, “Alex and I have been there in the past and done all that. He’s getting married soon and maybe I will too.” Lynn tried to dial down the sexual tension building in the room, but neither Amilee, nor I, wanted to turn it down quite yet.

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