MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 4 - Sex Stories

MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 4

... be home then.” I grabbed a can of beer and opened a can of tuna. Five minutes later I sat in front of the TV to eat my sandwich. I had just begun when I remembered to feed Heidi. Once I was done I showed Heidi the photos I had taken of Jamie and Jennie. I knew it was silly, but I was just so damned proud. I was at the hospital at 8:00 the following morning. Jennie was brought to the entrance in a wheelchair with Jamie in her arms. I stopped the car, took Jamie carefully and placed her into the rear-facing car seat. After strapping her in carefully I helped Jennie into the front seat. I drove home slowly and carefully—the most care I’d ever shown driving. Heidi was so happy to see Jennie; her tail wagged from side to side about as fast as I’d ever seen it. Once Jennie was seated she held Jamie out for Heidi to smell. Heidi sniffed then looked at Jennie. “Heidi…protect,” she instructed. Heidi sniffed again as we knew she would then licked Jamie’s hand. She sat in front of Jennie as I took Jamie and placed her into her bassinette. It was small and light so I could move it up into our bedroom when we went to sleep or when Jennie needed a nap—like now. I helped Jennie up the stairs and into bed, tucking her in with a kiss before returning to the living room. Heidi was there looking at Jamie as she slept. Heidi took one look at me before curling up on the floor in front of the bassinette. I knew Jamie was in good hands—er, paws. We moved the bassinette into our bedroom at night. ...

... At first Jamie would sleep only two hours at a time so we were up all hours of the night. Heidi looked on as I changed the diapers. “Yes, Heidi—babies sometimes stink,” and she took a special interest when Jamie was breast-fed. After a month we moved her into her own room. I was hardly surprised that first night to find Heidi sprawled out on the floor in front of the crib. I moved her bed to Jamie’s room while Jennie was feeding her. She slept with Jamie every night, protecting her. I often placed Jamie onto a blanket on the floor. Then I’d play with her—kissing her hands and feet and cheek while singing. Only a baby or someone totally in love with me would tolerate my voice. I’m completely tone deaf. All music sounds the same to me. Heidi often came over to Jamie, lying next to her and often licking her hands or feet. Jamie always laughed when she did. Once she was able to roll over she rolled until she ran into Heidi. Heidi never moved away—not even a single inch. When Jamie learned to crawl she climbed over Heidi, often napping on Heidi’s body. Again, Heidi never budged. The bond between the two of them became as strong as the bond between Heidi and us. Jamie was three weeks old when Jennie walked down to the living room on a Saturday afternoon. I was watching a college football game at the time. “I need to go out, Tim. For one thing, I need to get out of the house, and I need to do a little shopping. I just put Jamie into her crib so she should be okay for a few hours. I ...