Road Trip Two
Chapter Two
"Alright, " Grandpa Jack said, wanting to restate the agreement they'd all made before departing home. The almost non-stop sex on the three-day road trip had been anticipated for that phase of the trip. But now, they were arriving in the city where Grandpa Jack's second-oldest daughter and her family lived. They'd be at Hamilton's in a few minutes.
"So, we're all agreed, " Grandpa Jack continued, "no fucking, no sucking, no grab ass, no weird looks, no...no nothing while we're here, right? We wait 'til we can get alone and secure, right? RIGHT?"
A chorus of half-hearted assents came from his granddaughters sitting behind him.
"But Grandpa Jack, " Alicia complained. "Aunt Joanna is a hot looking babe...don't you think? And Julie? Don't you think she's a hottie, Grandpa Jack?" she said coaxingly. "And Stacey too, " she added, naming both her girl cousins in the house just up ahead.
"An' I just KNOW Uncle Grady would be somethin' ELSE in the sack!" she said emphatically. Her eyes went distant at the thought of her muscular uncle.
"No...we don't think so, " Candy said emphatically. "We aren't going to think about it at all, young lady.
"We've been fucking and sucking with the Pearsons and everyone...and now all of Old Jim's family...and I think we can get along for a while just being normal!"
"Normal?" the twins whined. "Who wants to be NORMAL?"
It was quiet in the motor home. The unnecessarily powerful diesel engine growled low as they went around a curve and started up a long hill. Grandpa Jack's number two daughter and her family lived up there in the foothills, only a few minutes away.
Their parents, Brett and Candace, looked at each other and shrugged. The agreement was in place, but nobody liked it...kind a' like the treaty that ended World War I....
* * *
Meeting the Hamiltons, Joanne and her husband Grady and all their children, went well right from the start. The value of the no-sex agreement was soon clear. Heck, family bonds of any kind, of all kinds, were important.
The twins quickly formed close attachments to their cousins Julie, and Stacey. Alicia and Carrie eyed their cousin Curtis from a distance, occasionally licking their lips and casting pleading looks at their parents, but there were no 'incidents' that might have happened if the twins were left to their own devices.
Joanne was a happy bundle of energy, and always had been. The grin on her face was the same one she'd worn since she was a baby. Lively and even mischievous at times, she was the literal 'life of the party, ' and wanted everyone else to enjoy the same elation she felt every day. She and Candace had always been close, born only fourteen months apart, and they quickly bonded again.
Grandpa Jack had to count on his fingers...Candace was thirty-two, Joanne was thirty-one right now. Neither looked her age, and neither was acting like a thirty-something gal. If laughing and giggling in whispered conversations was any indication, they were little more than juveniles.
Grandpa Jack looked carefully at his two oldest daughters, comparing and contrasting. Both had jet-black hair. Joanne had dyed hers red at one time, but it was back to its normal shade. Grandpa Jack's ex-wife, their mother had had the same raven colored hair--'score one for the wicked witch of the west', Grandpa Jack thought, somethin' that was good about her.
Where Candy wore hers shoulder-length, Joanne's was cropped below her jawline and cut to follow the shape of her head. They both had their mother's dark eyes.
Grandpa Jack's daughters were about five-feet, five-inches, or thereabouts. There wasn't an ounce's difference in their big breasts--and neither set of jiggling boobs could actually be contained in a bra. Thoughtfully, neither woman was actually wearing a brassiere just now. Grandpa Jack appreciated that a lot.
Their strong, sculpted thighs and calves, trim ankles, and heart-shaped asses could make a strong man drool, and regularly did. His daughters' bodies made Grandpa Jack sweat bullets whenever he let his thoughts dwell on them. The girls didn't seem to have any idea what they were doing to their dad when they bent over like that. Well, Candy did know, but that didn't explain all the sly looks he kept getting from her....
On the third day, Joanne's husband, Grady, had to go out of town on a business trip. It would only be the one night, and he apologized for at least an hour because he did have to leave. He was concerned his father-in-law would think Grady was being rude. By the time he left, he'd apologized so many times, Grandpa Jack was almost happy to see him go, just to have a little peace.
* * *
Feeling a little guilty about the way Grady's apologies wore on him, Grandpa Jack volunteered to drive Grady to the airport for the redeye flight in Grady's own car, enduring twenty more minutes of apologies, and enjoying twenty more minutes of blissful silence on the way back to Joanne's. It was wonderful, and when he got back, the house was dark. Everyone had apparently gone to bed.
Joanne's house wasn't the roomiest in the world, and they just didn't have enough room for five guests. So Grandpa Jack slept in his motor home's comfortable bedroom. Twice, he was joined out there by one or more of Candace's family--the bus would sleep everyone comfortably, if it came to that--but they were careful to honor the proprieties, just in case.
After dropping Grady off, Grandpa Jack climbed the steps up into the RV's cab humming a contented little tune. He made his way back to the king-sized bed at the rear in its tiny bedroom. He was going to turn on the wall-mounted flat screen in the bedroom and play some video from the trip up here. It wasn't as good as having Candy or her daughters in bed with him, but it would do in a pinch.
He didn't bother turning on the lights. He knew every turn and sharp corner in the motor home and could navigate quite well in pitch blackness. When he made his way to the bedroom, he heard someone move in the darkness.
Someone slipped off the bed and came toward him slowly, unthreateningly. She...from the first touch, it was abundantly clear this was a big-breasted woman in front of him...wound her arms around Grandpa Jack's neck and pressed her body against his. She pressed her naked body against his....
"I thought we agreed, " he murmured into Candy's ear, nuzzling her neck and planting butterfly kisses over her shoulders. "Weren't we going to hold off for as long as we were here?" he asked.
His breath caught in his throat when Candy expertly unzipped his fly and delivered his penis into the night. Her smooth hands manipulated his cock, her fingers coaxing the foreskin over the head of his cock and stroking his shaft gently. Without saying a word in her defense, Candy knelt and took her father into her mouth for a long, slurping exploration of his prick and the egg-sized balls in their sack.
Grandpa Jack's half-hearted protest disappeared. His breath quickened, his pulse started pounding. He pulled his T-shirt over his head while Candy stripped his pants off and yanked his shoes and socks off. He was naked in seconds.
Still in darkness, Candy shuffled backwards until the back of her knees touched the edge of the bed. She sat and scooted her ass backward on the satin sheets, still grasping her father's cock and using her handhold to haul him forward on top of her. She sighed heavily.
Bracing the bottom of her feet strongly on the mattress, she pulled her knees up and let them fall to the sides, opening her body up for her father's incestuous assault. Candy moaned when she felt Grandpa Jack's cockhead touch her already wettened outer labia. Adjusting her lower body, she pulled her father into her vagina, groaning with every inch deeper he plunged.
Grandpa Jack parked his knees so they almost touched Candy's ass cheeks. With his body half erect instead of laying atop his daughter, he braced his hands near Candy's shoulders. Grandpa Jack drove inward until he felt Candy's soft labia touching the smooth skin of his groin.
He rotated his hips around in a tight circle, and then back in the opposite direction, drove forward again...until he was rewarded with the sensation of bottoming out in his daughter's cunt. He could feel her cervix, and heard her sudden gasp. In a moment, her body had adjusted, and there was room.
Grandpa Jack rammed his cock as deep as he could. He was balls-deep in his hot-bodied daughter and he loved fucking her. Her sheath was furnace-hot and drenched in the sticky-slick honey her vagina produced for him.
In only seconds, he worked up to a strong rhythm that was pounding his big cock as deep inside Candy as he'd ever been. He loved having sex with the young girls participating in the lifestyle, but sometimes a man just needed to slam it to a full-grown woman without the need to be very careful.
Moments later, the two incestuous sex partners came hard. Little cries of passion and ecstasy echoed around the small bedroom. Sweaty and exhausted, Grandpa Jack fell off to the side and lay on his back beside Candy, waiting for his breath to come back to him and his blood pressure to ease.
"ThankyouDaddy!" Candy said in a cheerful, singsong voice in the darkness.
Grandpa Jack grinned at the dark ceiling. And then the grin faded. That phrase was one his daughter had used from the time she'd learned to talk...and how to twist her father around her little finger. But...it hadn't been CANDY who'd used those words.
Grandpa Jack reached to turn on a small table lamp on the headboard.
"Hi, Daddy, " Joanne cooed. "Surprise!" she said, giggling at the expression on his face.
* * *
Not a minute later, while Grandpa Jack was still trying to adjust to the idea that he'd now fucked TWO of his daughters, he heard someone opening the main door and felt a rocking motion. Grandpa Jack had locked the door behind him, but all the Winstons' fingerprints were on file for the security system.
When Candy walked into the back bedroom where he and Joanne waited, she was already as nude as her father and sister, having discarded her nightgown and robe in the living room. "Hi, Daddy, " Candy greeted him. "Hi, Sis, " she said, bending low to kiss Joanne on the lips.
She inspected the sheets before going around and slipping down onto the bed on her father's other side. "You guys made the wet spot, " she said matter-of-factly to her sister, "you lay in it."
She grinned. "I don't mind usually, but we're going to have to have a little talk with our darling Daddy, huh?"
"Well, only if he won't get his thing hard again and fuck me again, " Joanne replied. She giggled. She fluffed the pillows against the headboard and lay back, her legs spread a little, not hiding her outer labia from her father's gaze. Scooping a little fluid from her soaked pussy lips, she wet her right nipple and pinched it lightly, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. "Mmmmm, see how hard my nipple gets, Daddy? You can kiss it if you want to, Daddy." She smiled mischievously into her father's shocked face.
Grandpa Jack was recuperating though. Candy and Joanne had always been close, they were a lot alike physically, and not so very different in temperament. He looked from one side to the other for a long moment, half-wondering when the other shoe was going to fall. He lay back, his left palm settling over Joanne's slippery outer lips and his right over Candy's.
"He's over it!" Candy declared. She laughed. Using her own hand to press her father's middle finger into her pussy, she wiggled her hips around, cuddling a little tighter against her him.
"Daddy, dear..., " Candy said seductively, "did you ever know that the slut on the other side of you and I did some awfully nasty, naughty things with each other when we were young? Hmmmm, did you, Daddy?"
He did not, but his mind was instantly filled with a vision of the two doing a hot sixty-nine. He didn't know they actually did that, but the image was a fiery one. He licked his lips.
"No, " he said hoarsely. "What did you do...?"
Candy giggled. She was holding the hardening stem of her father's cock in her hand. She waggled the head around obscenely, inviting Joanne's attention.
"We did pretty much everything, " Joanne assured her father. Her hand dove under her sister's to cup Grandpa Jack's rapidly filling balls.
"Well, everything that two horny girls can do alone, " she added. "We didn't do boys together, " she said thoughtfully, "or do the same boy together, 'cause we didn't want to get pregnant." She shifted around on the bed.
"We're not scared of boys now, " she said, giggling. She kissed the head of her father's cock when her sister obligingly held him still and straight up.
"Are we?" she asked Candy. Her sister shook her head. "Huh-uh, " Candy replied. "Not a bit." The conversation failed for a while; the girls were busy working their father's dick back to the consistency of a length of rebar, and it didn't take long.
"Know what I wanta do?" Candy asked breathlessly. The other two looked at her expectantly. "I want to eat Daddy's cum outta you, while Daddy fucks me doggy style, " Candy explained. "His cum tastes soooo good, and I remember that you do too, " Candy added, "soooo...."
The incestuous trio scrambled around, adjusting their positions a couple of times, finally winding up with Joanne spread obscenely across the sheets--Grandpa Jack appreciated the lewd sight a LOT.
Candy was between her sister's legs, bending over and tonguing her sister's labia with Grandpa Jack behind her sliding his cock into Candy's cunt and thrusting more strongly and faster with every passing moment.
Having already cum once, Grandpa Jack could hold his orgasm back for a long while. Candy came almost at once, squealing an enraptured scream into Joanne's cunt, and Grandpa Jack slowed his tempo for a while, but he didn't stop. A few minutes later, he was ramming his cock into Candy's vagina with renewed energy, forcing her body to climb a new slope to another climax.
This time Candy had no breath for a scream. Her face lay on Joanne's lower belly, shuddering and trembling her way through her second orgasm in ten minutes. Joanne absent-mindedly patted Candy's cheek as waves of sensation rippled up and down her own abdomen. She whimpered when Candy blew out a long breath, the touch of the air too intense for her super-sensitized skin.
"Oh, Daddy..., " Joanne whispered. "Where have you BEEN??"
* * *
After the girls gigglingly shared Grandpa Jack's cock for a long blowjob that had his guts tied up in knots for an eternity, Joanne began gathering her nightgown and slippers together. She'd stored them in Grandpa Jack's closet when she came out to the motor home to surprise her father.
"About time we sneaked back in, Sis, " Joanne remarked smelling her fingers and grinning at the odor of a man and two women's juices all over them. "I'm gonna need TWO showers to get all this off me!"
"God, this was fun, " she added. She sat back down on the edge of the bed. "I never did anything with anyone else since I've been married to Grady, " she said moodily. "I'm not sorry about doing this, Daddy, but I'm going to have to make it up to Grady somehow." Her face grew fretful.
"Well, it's kind of special, you know?" Candy offered. "Doing it with your Daddy? Like it's outside all the normal rules, kinda...."
"I don't know..., " Joanne replied, her lips twisting. "Well, we'll figure something out, right?" she said, standing.
"Coming, Sis?"
When Candy didn't move from where she lay beside Grandpa Jack, Joanne looked at her questioningly. She cocked her head to one side, with some memories suddenly blossoming in her mind. It finally struck her. Daddy hadn't been shocked to find a woman in his bed waiting for him. He'd only been surprised it was Joanne, not Candy! She cocked her head to the side. And there'd been other clues, if only she hadn't been too consumed with lust to hear what Candy'd been saying.
"OH-MY-GOD!! You two have been doing this, for how long?" she said, her face still. She wasn't quite shocked--but she'd thought she and her sister had concocted a single evening's raunchy entertainment on the spur of the moment. Candy hadn't SAID that was so, but she'd never confessed...to what Joanne now knew Candy and their father were doing on a regular basis.
Joanne sat heavily on the bed, adjusting to the new information. A thought struck her. "Your husband--knows?" she asked, her voice a little shrill in her disbelief.
Candy nodded soberly, watching Joanne for signs she wasn't going to take this well. Joanne's hands twisted in her lap.
"Candace, " Joanne asked slowly. Grandpa Jack wondered what this return to a name Joanne hadn't used all night really meant. Could be a bad sign...or nothing.
"Candace, " Joanne began again, "where's Brett tonight...I mean, where's he at right NOW?" she insisted.
"Probably still balls deep inside Alicia or Carrie, " Candy replied steadily. She used her hands to boost herself higher on the pillows beneath her head. Grandpa Jack remained motionless, afraid any movement he made would create a crisis.
"When we...you and I...made the decision to come out here, Brett and I figured the agreement Grandpa Jack and all of us made not to have sex while we were here was a dead issue, " she added. Joanne fixed her attention on only one part of what Candy said.
"Ohmigod!" she whispered into the silence. "Your husband is actually...having sex with your daughters? Oh my sweet Jesus"
"You mean like you and I were just doing, sister, dear? Like fucking OUR daddy??" Candy asked dryly, getting a little nettled. "We fucked and sucked OUR daddy--Alicia and Carrie are fucking and sucking THEIR daddy, " she remarked.
"You kinda see a little symmetry, there, sister, dear?"
Joanne had the good grace to blush, but she wasn't through yet. "But they're only children. We're all grown up and...."
"Bull shit, " Candy shot back, finally annoyed enough to resort to stronger language. "Honey child, " she said scathingly, "I'm damn sure you remember when we were kids, you told me one night when we were too horny to sleep that you'd just LOVE it if Daddy came into our room and climbed into bed with us, don't you!"
Joanne flushed a deeper shade of pink.
"Remember?" Candy continued. "You said you wanted his big ol' cock shoved in so deep in your mouth that he'd touch your tonsils...REMEMBER, little sister?"
The redness rose from Joanne's neck to engulf her ears and threatened her forehead.
"Really?" Grandpa Jack said interestedly. "When did all this happen?" Joanne's face was completely red now.
"We were...well, I was twelve and Joanne was almost eleven, " Candy answered. She'd had to think about it for a moment. Memories were flighty things sometimes.
"REALLY!!" Grandpa Jack exclaimed. "Hmmmm...." he added, settling back with a thoughtful expression on his face. "You guys were that...uh...mature that you were thinking of those things way back then, huh?" he asked.
"Before that!" Candy answered shortly.
"Ahhhh..., " was all Grandpa Jack could say. His mind was filled with all sorts of images, some of them repressed, and some of them not.
"Before you were eleven and twelve, eh?" he said musingly. He was silent for a moment. "Ten?" There was no response. "Eight, maybe?" he asked interestedly.
"I think it was around then...or maybe sooner, " Joanne whispered. She was trying to treat this as a normal conversation, one in which she had nothing to hide, and it was forcing out information she hadn't actually meant to reveal.
"Seven or eight!" Grandpa Jack said with satisfaction. "So it wasn't so unusual that Alicia and Carrie wanted to get it on with me when they were that age, was it?" he asked rhetorically.
Joanne gasped again. Candy looked annoyed. Joanne's responses were getting a little old.
"Oh my..., " Joanne said, almost under her breath. She looked at Grandpa Jack reproachfully. "You have sex with those sweet little girls??" she accused.
"Damn right he does, " Candy said vigorously. "And does a good job of it too, " she added. "Just like he fucked two sweet girls named Candy and Joanne...not more'n a few minutes ago, " she continued, spreading the irony deep.
"Alicia and Carrie haven't been so happy in their LIVES, as they have since we all have been having sex!!" Candy looked defiantly at her sister. "And with our FRIENDS too!!"
Grandpa Jack wasn't that comfortable with Candy's last statement. He didn't think Joanne was ready for the news about the families who gathered at his campground on a regular basis. Candy was conveniently forgetting how she'd repressed the same urges for taboo sex until the intervention her 'adopted' sister helped plan.
Joanne looked at her hands in her lap. They were trying to hold each other but couldn't seem to find a handle. Her body tensed. She paid no attention to the memory that she'd begun wondering about sex when she was seven. She forgot she'd just fucked her father, and then had sex again, with her big sister, in the same bed.
Joanne glared fiercely into her father's eyes.
"You came here to fuck my little girls too!" she said, clearly outraged. She stood up angrily. "I got news for ya, buster. Not MY girls!!" she cried. The room was silent for a long moment.
"Actually, we agreed amongst all of us, " Grandpa Jack said in what he hoped was a calm voice, pitching it low. "We agreed we wouldn't have any sexual contact while we were here, " he continued. "Until I fucked you a little while ago, I assumed everything was going to be strictly platonic and above board, " he added.
"I didn't know you were going to get in my bed, naked and so horny your cunt was already dripping, and then fuck my brains out...AND let your big sister eat my cum outta your cunt, " he said wryly.
Joanna's face paled when she understood her father and her sister's daughter's undercover relationship, but it reddened again. She couldn't refute a word her father said. She HAD been horny, she HAD wanted her father's cock inside her...and she HAD wanted it all those years ago too. She looked down at her lap in confusion, still wringing her hands.
"Would you PLEASE stop that?" Candy ordered. "You're going to sprain a finger or something if you don't, " she added. She let a mischievous frown cross her face. "Can you sprain a finger?" she asked Grandpa Jack.
Grandpa Jack shrugged. His face said he didn't have a clue.
Candy chuckled...and surprisingly, Joanne joined in. She made her intertwining fingers lay still.
"I guess it's not so bad, " she admitted. "They surely don't seem to be...abused or anything, " she continued.
"But my girls, and Curtis...they really aren't like Alicia and Carrie are, " she said.
"Who said anything about Curtis?" Candy asked slyly. "Did you say 'Curtis', Daddy?...'I' didn't say 'Curtis'...I think I'd know if I said anything about wanting to see if Curtis would like some Aunt Candy pussy. I'd know that, wouldn't I, Daddy?"
Joanne was clearly startled. "Well, I...uh...you...."
Joanne didn't see her father grinning. Candy was a pretty fair country psychologist...AND she'd argue with a stump 'til the cows came home....
Candy shook her head. "Nope! Never said his name, " she said confidently. She looked at her sister. "So...we know it must be that Curtis is on YOUR mind, sister, dear...don't we, hmmmmmmmmm?" she asked roguishly.
Joanne's face flamed.
"Maybe a little?" Candy continued.
For the first time in several long minutes, she reached for Grandpa Jack's cock and began slowly jacking it up and down. "It wouldn't be as big as Daddy's is, " Candy said speculatively. "But he's pretty husky for a thirteen-year-old boy. Probably has a nice cock for a boy, hmmmmmm?" she asked.
Joanne couldn't have spoken if a simple phrase would've guaranteed her all the gold in Fort Knox.
"Well?" Candy asked. "Is Curtis' weenie kind of like a short Slim Jim, honey?" she asked Joanne. "Or more like a Tootsie Roll...or maybe a little fatter?" she asked. Grandpa Jack's cock was standing tall and hard under Candy's ministrations. "But not as fat as Daddy's, right?"
Joanne nodded distantly. It didn't seem she was actually thinking of Candy's question, but....
Candy pounced!.
"HAH!" she squealed triumphantly. "You HAVE been checking him out!!" she exclaimed.
Joanne's face set new records for redness...and panic.
"No, " she said, "I haven't, " she said forcefully. But then her native sense of fairness intruded. She swallowed hard. "Maybe...by accident, " she offered.
Candy sneered cheerfully. "Accidentally on purpose!" she said dismissively. She waited only a second. "Soooo, longer than a Slim Jim? Fatter than a Tootsie Roll?" she asked interestedly.
Grandpa Jack stayed silent. Ideas and attitudes were changing here tonight. He was quietly surprised the direction things were taking, and how they'd gotten to where they were.
"Uh-huh, " Joanne whispered softly.
"Uh-huh...what?" Candy asked stridently. "Can't hear you, Sis, " she said.
Joanne nodded. "Uh-huh, " she repeated faintly, redness sliding like mercury in a thermometer up the side of her face again.
"What 'Uh-huh' did you mean?" Candy demanded relentlessly. "Fatter than a Tootsie Roll?"
Joanne nodded after a second. Then nodded more strongly. "Bigger...thicker...yes, " she ventured.
"Now we're gettin' somewhere..., " Candy growled, her eyes flashing with renewed lust. Her hands massaged Grandpa Jack's cock and gently fondled his ball sack. She bent over and kissed the tip of her father's penis.
Joanne's eyes were drawn to the sight. She licked her lips. For the first time in a long while, her hands were really quiet in her lap. Both Candy and Grandpa Jack could see Joanne's nipples were hardening again. Her face was still flushed, but it was from excitement, not embarrassment now.
"Honey, " Candy said to her sister, "you won't BELIEVE how tasty a young teenage boy's cock is 'til you've had one in your mouth. They're so smooth and tender and they want it soooooooo much, " she continued enthusiastically. "And they're hard ALL the time, " she added.
"Ahhhh..., " Joanne tried to find a way to ask delicately. Candy didn't have any sons, so....
"How...?"
"We'll fill you in later, " Candy told her sister lightly. "But honey, right now, even with you covered with Daddy's cum and my pussy juice, I can smell how hot you're getting, just sittin' there, " she said. "Before you leave, you really need a nice, big, hard ol' daddy-cock inside you again, " she offered invitingly.
"Don't you think so, Daddy?" she asked.
"Absolutely!" Grandpa Jack responded. His left hand reached out, tugging at Joanne's light robe, and the underlying nightgown. They didn't have to do much coaxing.
In seconds, Joanne was naked again. She threw a leg over her father's body and guided his hard-on inside her slimy cunt for another round of incestuous fucking.
With Candy nibbling at her nipples and stroking her body, it wasn't long before Joanne was cumming hard on her daddy's cock. Then the sisters changed places and did it again with Daddy's cock inside Candy.
* * *
It was in the inky darkness just before dawn that Candy and Joanne sneaked back into the house, careful not to awaken any of Joanne's children as they tiptoed by their rooms. A few minutes after they'd successfully navigated their way to their bedrooms, Candy had to walk her naked, cum-smeared, and thoroughly exhausted daughters back to the room Joanne had set aside for them. They'd still been in bed with their father. The girls and their father had fallen asleep after a marathon, but desperately quiet, sex session. Brett had satisfied both girls while their mother and aunt had serviced Grandpa Jack outside in the motor home.
Candy hoped the girls had thoroughly washed their father's cum off their bodies and faces before they tumbled into their own beds, but when she reflected on the issue just before dropping into a deep sleep herself, she didn't really care much if they did or not. If Joanne's kids noticed, and knew what the scummy film all over was the twins' bodies, it would probably just speed up events a little bit.
She could say that because somewhere in the overnight hours filled with sex between the two grown sisters and their father, she knew Joanne had come around to the idea of Joanne's children and husband being included in the new lifestyle her sister had introduced her to.