Marina was meeting up in Manhattan with her two daughters, Natasha and Charlotte. She longed to hear how they were doing and had arranged their catch-up at a popular Italian pizzeria.

Charlotte had just moved in on her own to her first apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. Dealing with the rent meant she had no money, but she loved the city and her independence.

Natasha broke the news that she and her husband Alex had broken up and were getting a divorce. Their once passionate relationship was now very sour and they both had finally admitted the love was gone.

Marina wasn’t completely shocked to hear the news. She had known things hadn’t been right for a while and that Natasha had been having an affair with Peter, a guy she had met at a conference in Tampa.

Natasha had moved in with a friend and Alex was still living in the house while they sold it. He had accepted his marriage was over. Deep down he had known it for a while. After that one-night stand with Natasha’s sister, Charlotte, he had realised many years ago he married the wrong sibling. Afterwards, he had done his best to avoid Charlotte and was almost rude when their paths did cross. It was his bad way of dealing with his feelings for her.

Alex’s evening was disturbed by a knock at the front door. In no mood for visitors, he pulled himself off the sofa to find Marina there in front of him.

“I’ve seen Natasha tonight she told me what had happened. I wanted to see how you were doing,” she exclaimed.

“I am doing ok.”

“Looks like it,” she replied smelling the whiskey on his breath.

“I am sorry things haven’t worked out with Natasha,” Marina continued as she walked in.

She cleared some crap off the sofa and sat down.

“Would you like a drink?”

“What do you have besides whiskey?”

“I’ve got gin!” Alex exclaimed.

“I’ll take whiskey then.”

Alex poured them both a glass and sat on the sofa next to her. Marina’s hair was up, and she looked like a vision in a knee-length black dress and black high-heeled boots. 

“Charlotte seemed to take the news well,” Marina exclaimed.

“What do you mean?”

“I know about the night of passion you two had.”

“Oh, it was a long time ago.”

“Nevertheless, she feels something for you. And I think that feeling is reciprocated.”

“I doubt it. I think she hates me.”

“I think you would be surprised, Alex.”

Alex poured them another glass of whiskey. And then another. It was getting late and Marina’s husband Connor was away. Alex suggested she might as well stay there. He had loads of empty rooms. With that, they headed upstairs to their separate bedrooms.

Then he had a chance to glance into her eyes and suddenly Alex kissed her on the lips. Marina was startled, but enjoyed his lips pressed against hers. She moved in and they kissed again, more passionately.

“You know I have always found you attractive, Marina. But this is a really, bad idea,” Alex said trying to resist.

“Maybe, we could just have this one night and never speak of it again,” Marina suggested.

They started passionately kissing, Alex’s lips sliding down her neck. Her hands wrapped 'round him as she continued to feel his lips on her.

“Just tonight and it’ll be our secret,” he agreed.

Alex cupped her breast through her dress. His hands ran down her body. Then slowly up her dress. He pulled her black tights down her thighs. Marina unzipped her boots and kicked them off and pulled her tights all the way down.

Marina undid his jeans and Alex’s penis shot through the zipper. Alex pushed her dress up and pushes her panties to one side as he forces his cock between her bare legs and up inside her pussy.

They fell onto the bed in the spare room. Marina held onto Alex’s torso as she felt the fullness inside her. He violently rammed her and ripped her panties completely from her legs. Her legs wide open, he grabbed her ass as their bodies moved in time.

Marina shrieked as Alex’s cock satisfied her. Alex felt the instant fresh wetness of her orgasm. He drove hard into her and released. Marina felt her pussy fill up with cum.

Marina had told Alex where Charlotte’s new apartment was. A few days later snow filled the sky as Alex made his way across the city to Hell’s Kitchen. He looked sternly at her front door, almost scared to knock. He banged as loud as possible before he could change his mind.

The door opened, and Charlotte stood there before him barefoot in a cream-off-the-shoulder jumper and blue jeans.

“Hello, Charlie.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Can I come in? Just for five minutes?”

Charlotte went to slam the door; Alex stopped it with his foot.

“Please, Charlotte. Five minutes.”

“You've got three!”

Charlotte reluctantly let Alex in.

“I heard you and my sister were finished. Did you think you could come here and fall into my bed?”

“No, not at all. I don’t know what to say, I guess just that I am sorry for treating you the way I did. I had to try and make it work with Natasha. I did love her, and she was my wife.”

“Did you come here to tell me how much you love my sister? I don’t need to hear it.”

“No, I came here to tell you how much I love you!”

“What! What, did you say?”

“I love you!”

Charlotte collapsed on the sofa crying; she could barely breathe.

“I love you and I’m sorry, Charlie.”

“You’re sorry. I was nineteen and fancied my sister’s husband. I never wanted to hurt her but for years I had feelings for you. All you did was treat me like shit.”

Alex tried to comfort her, but she pushed him away.

“Your three minutes are up,” Charlotte said sternly.

“It was a defence mechanism, Charlotte. I thought I could get you out of my head. I was wrong,” with this parting shot, Alex left.

Charlotte was still sobbing when it hit her what Alex had said, he loved her. Without a coat or putting anything on her feet she jumped up and ran out of the apartment after him. She ran barefoot into the street. She tried to spot Alex through the heavy snow. Her eyes soon found him; she ran in his direction. Her black-painted toes sank into the snow.

“Alex, you’re a bastard!” she cried out as he turned. “But you are all I think about though, Alex.”

Alex smiled for the first time in a long while and scooped Charlotte up in his arms. Her nipples were rock hard and chaffed against her wet jumper, as she also hadn’t got a bra on. Her snow-covered feet were red and so cold she could not feel them anymore.

They went back to Charlotte’s apartment and settled on the sofa. Alex warmed her feet up. He pulled her jumper over her head revealing her rock-hard, rounded breasts. They were cold to his touch as he massaged them. Charlotte purred, feeling his hands warm them up.

Soon they were both out of their wet things and moved to the bedroom. Alex felt her soft skin against his as their naked bodies entwined. As he went down between her legs and felt his tongue slip into her wet vagina, Alex remembered how tight her pussy was and how it tasted.

Alex flipped her over, so Charlotte was face down and thrust between her legs. Her slit welcomed his stiff cock as it slid along her excreting walls. His groin bounced against her perfect ass as he moved further into her wet snatch.

Charlotte felt the sheets stick to her naked body. She arched her body up, Alex’s arm went around her waist and he started rubbing her pussy. He pushed hard against her clit causing her to scream out, as she ejaculated Alex felt his cock drown in her sweet mess.

Charlotte spun round and threw her leg over Alex. Now face to face, they kissed, and she manoeuvred him back inside her. She took control as their bodies rolled over and she ended up on top, riding him like a cowgirl. Her body was pivoted on his cock as she went faster and faster taking herself to orgasmic heights. Soon Alex fired his semen up deep inside her. Charlotte rolled over, her pussy gleaming with sweat and milky cum.

The morning light pushed through the windows. They were both laughing and kissing as they showered together. Charlotte couldn’t wait for Alex to fuck her again. Their wet bodies wrapped in towels, they fell back into the bedroom and onto the bed, and soon he was back inside her tight cunt.

~~~

Jack almost choked on his beer when Alex told him he was with Charlotte. The two of them had enjoyed the mother and both daughters. Jack knew about Alex’s one-night stand with Charlotte. Alex knew about Jack’s one-night stand with Charlotte. Alex knew Jack had been sleeping with Marina on and off for years. Jack didn’t know that Alex had also had rampant sex with Marina. Alex didn’t know that Jack had also slept with Natasha. Some things are better left unsaid.

Charlotte wondered how her mother and sister would take the news she was with Alex. But what could they really say? They were both cheaters!