We played golf together six days over the next two weeks and used the community pool on most of the others when I wasn’t playing with the Men’s League. Time flew until one day when we had just returned from the country club. I was in the bedroom changing out of my sweaty clothes when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Suzanne called out. She went to the door, opened it and stood there in shock for almost a minute before telling her visitor, “I guess you’d better come in.” She walked down the hallway to tell me I had a visitor. I could see the anxiety and concern in her face so I hugged her and stroked her face while I told her everything would be okay. “I’ve been expecting this. Trust me—everything will be fine.” I’d been expecting a visitor so I wasn’t at all surprised. I had just pulled up my shorts and slipped on my sandals when she walked into the room. In a minute I was walking up the hallway with her. “Go and get the file from my office, will you please? It’s on the right side of my desk. Thanks, darling.” I gave her butt a little pat when she turned. She turned her head and smiled as she disappeared into the room. I took the remaining steps to the living room.
“Hello, Sandra…I’ve been expecting you.”
“Don’t give me that, Robert. Who is THAT? And what is she doing in MY house?”
I waited until Suzanne had returned before answering. “To answer your first question, this lovely creature is my wife, Suzanne. Gorgeous, isn’t she?” I pulled her to me, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Now, to answer your second question, she lives here in HER house. It’s not yours any longer, Sandra. You and I were officially divorced three weeks ago and I was awarded the house. Apparently they take a dim view of desertion here in North Carolina, but that’s not why you’re here, is it? You’re here because you’re broke. Frank has stolen all your money.”
“How…how did you know?”
“It’s simple enough. Remember that I have access to your email. I saw the confirmation notices of all the sales that emptied your investment accounts. I doubted that you would do it so that leaves Frank—the big prick.” Suzanne couldn’t stifle a giggle and I pulled her even closer.
“Actually, Sandra I’m in a position to help you. You deserted me, but I didn’t desert you. Please sit down. Care for something to drink?”
“Yes, Sandra, please excuse my manners. Can I get you something?”
“I’ll have a Pepsi, darling.”
“Okay, coming right up, Bob.” Sandra was dumbstruck, but that was to be expected. Eventually she asked for an iced tea. I continued once Suzanne was back.
“As it happens I know exactly where Frank is even though he’s there under another name. Janet came here after you left to complain to me, claiming that none of it would have happened if I had gone along with the swinging and to tell me that they were broke. Did you notice the foreclosure sign on their lawn?
“I learned later that her complaints were all a lie—part of their con. I gave her money to get to her sister’s and then I had a private detective keep an eye on her. Initially I was concerned for her well being, but about two months ago she moved out of her sister’s place and into an expensive house of her own which was interesting considering she has never worked a single day. She also bought a brand new car—a Lexus—paying cash. I checked your email when I got the report and noticed the first of the sales notifications. That account had more than two million in it. I told the detective to step up his surveillance then.
“He did a background search and you’ll never guess what he found. Frank Sturgis isn’t his real name. He is really Vincent Farley and he’s done this before—twice, but you were their biggest score. There are warrants out for him in two other states. I checked the email every day and funneled info to the detective who has been working with the Sheriff. I’m sorry, Suzanne, but he suggested keeping you out of it. Mr. Farley/Sturgis has become violent in the past. The less you knew the better. Now he has contacted the FBI and I suspect that Vincent and Janet—that is her real name—will be arrested soon. I also know that Frank forged your signature which will make the brokerage firm at least partially responsible for the loss. My attorney has been working on that, too.
“You and I have to deal with our joint account. I suggest we split it 50-50. That should give you enough to live on until the stolen money can be returned. Is that agreeable?”
“I guess.” I took that as an affirmative so I phoned our financial advisor. He faxed the necessary paperwork. We drove to Joe Berger’s office to have the signatures notarized. I sent everything back by FedEx. Sandra had her money less than a week later. She stayed with us in the small bedroom until then. We had a visit from my friends, the sheriff’s office detectives, just before she was due to leave.
“Hi, Mr.Young—your ex-wife here? I was told she would be.”
‘Yes, just a second. Nice to see you again, Detective.”
“Same here—good to see you’ve healed up since the last time. I’d like to speak with you privately once this is done.”
“Okay, here’s Sandra now.”
“Ms. Young, I’m Detective Ross. I’ve been handling the liaison between the Sheriff and the FBI on the matter of your stolen funds. I have to tell you—you really owe your ex-husband a big thank you. We caught Mr. Farley just as he was about to leave on a long vacation. I’m not so sure he would ever have come back and if he disappeared your money was going to disappear, too. We found documents showing deposits of more than $6,000,000.”
“Oh, God--he stole almost eight million from me.”
“That’s not surprising, Ma’am. It’s our experience that these people go on spending sprees that defy deion. The house alone cost almost a million. Of course, you’ll get that and I assume you’ll be able to sell it to recoup most of your losses. They also bought new cars—a Lexus for each—and jewelry. You’ll need an attorney to help you through this.” We spoke for more than thirty minutes before he asked me to step outside.
“I didn’t want to say anything in front of your ex. It looks like your torturers are trying for a plea bargain. The D.A. is willing to drop all the assault charges, but insists on the sexual battery, the rape, and drug charges. They should get a minimum of ten years on those charges. However, they want all the sexual charges dropped, but the D.A. says that isn’t going to happen so I don’t know what’s going to happen. Right now I’d say it’s going to trial, but that could change tomorrow. I do know that they are terrified about being in jail. Their bail is pretty high and nobody has come forward to pay it, not even their parents.
“What’s going to happen with your ex?”
“She’s leaving for a furnished apartment tomorrow morning, but I’m going to take her to see Joe Berger first. If he can’t help her I’m sure he’ll know someone who can.” I thanked him for coming and for all his help before returning to my wife and my ex.
Having Sandra under the same roof as us was interesting. Suzanne and I had just turned in the first night when she climbed onto my body. She pulled my shirt over my head and pushed my boxers down past my ankles. “You do know she’ll be able to hear us, don’t you?”
“Of course, I want her to hear. I want her to know what she’s lost and how much I love it. I do love sex with you. I love the sensation of your hard cock within me. I think tomorrow we should do anal again.”
“Oh God, what have I done? I’ve turned an innocent young woman into an anal slut. Good thing I’m married to her.” I couldn’t keep a straight face and soon we were giggling and kissing. Then Suzanne straddled my hips and pulled my hard cock into her. Her moaning was unusually loud tonight and she took it on herself to scream when her orgasm hit.
I was seated at the kitchen table the following morning when Sandra walked in. “Help yourself to a cup of coffee.”
“This sucks—a guest in my own house.”
“Listen, Sandra if you’re so uncomfortable feel free to leave at any time. You weren’t satisfied with what I could give you and you ran off with someone whose only redeeming quality was a big cock. Let’s face it; that’s all he had. He was a stupid and crude man and he still is—and need I mention that his only real interest was your money. ”
Suzanne strolled in, a huge smile on her face. “I’m more than satisfied with what Bob has to offer, Sandra.”
“So I heard…several times last night. Don’t you two ever sleep?”
“Sure,” I replied, “but remember that we’re honeymooners. Speaking of which—want to go someplace for a honeymoon, darling? I have a couple of ideas, but maybe we should wait until this mess is straightened out.”
“That’s a great idea, Bob. How about a golf vacation? Then we could play every day.”
I laughed at her play on words. “Yes, I do think we should play every day.” I couldn’t help but smile when Suzanne realized exactly what she had said. We finished our breakfast and Suzanne drove us to Berger’s office. He knew exactly what to do and assured Sandra he’d be able to have the authorities return her funds. It would take a while, but probably not more than a month. We returned home, Suzanne and I to play golf and Sandra to sit around the house. It was much more fun being with a woman who shared my interests and I had to admit—Suzanne was much better in bed. I had thought that Sandra was great, but in comparison—well, actually there was no comparison.
That night we retired a bit early primarily to give Suzanne an enema. I lubed the nozzle and pressed it into her anus as I rubbed her globes and kissed her back. We talked as if nothing was happening while her bowel received the two quarts of warm water. I watched as she expelled it into the bowl. She really was an incredible woman. I never dreamed I’d be doing anything like this. Once done she led me to the shower where we washed each other tenderly, joking and giggling as we kissed and touched each other.
Suzanne wanted to try it doggie style so she was on her hands and knees, her head down against a pillow. Standing at the side of the bed I used my left hand to lubricate her anus. The first finger penetrated her, rubbing the lube into her muscular ring. Five minutes later I added finger number two and a bit later the third. I pushed into her cunt, finding her wet and hot, eager to receive me. She spread her legs even farther, inviting me into her body. I pumped her hard for a couple of minutes before pulling out and replacing my fingers in her ass mid-stroke.
Once in her butt I wiped my hand on a towel and reached forward to pinch and roll her nipples as I kissed and nibbled her back, leaving tiny bite marks as signs of our passion. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, not with her sphincter constricting tightly on my cock so I moved my hand to her clit. It was so hot, hotter than ever in the past. I pinched it between my fingers and twisted forcefully. I knew I was getting to her when she began to scream. “OH FUCK…FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!” She was screaming at the top of her lungs. I was afraid the neighbors might call the police. I blew my load into her rectum and collapsed on top of her as she fell forward onto the bed. I could feel her heavy breathing as she slowly came down from her high. Her hair hung in sweat-soaked ribbons as I slid from her ass and lay by her side to hold and caress her.
She was completely out of it when I leaned in for a tender kiss. Her eyes were glassed over. “You okay?”
“Oh God, Bob—what the hell was that? Did I have an orgasm? All I know is I…I lost it. I was completely out of it.”
“Well, I’d say you had a monster orgasm.” I wiped my hand on her thigh. It was soaked when I showed it to her. “Maybe we need to buy some more sheets.”
“Some other time; let’s go to sleep. I’m too tired to….” I pulled the blanket over her, whispered, “I love you,” and joined her.
Sandra was even funnier the following morning as Suzanne and I pretended that nothing had happened the night before. We sat at the table drinking our coffee and eating the scrambled eggs and bacon that Suzanne had made for us. “What is it with you two?”
“Robert, you know exactly what I mean. What the hell was that screaming last night?”
“Oh, that,” Suzanne replied, “Bob had his cock up my ass. I just lost it. Sorry if I woke you.”
“I think you woke the entire block. It was that good, eh? I’ve always been kind of daring when it came to sex, but not for that. After my last adventure I’m sticking to the fundamentals if I ever find a partner who isn’t out to rob me.” I kept my mouth closed, but I was thinking I might have just the person. I’d be up early tomorrow morning for the Men’s League and I’d talk to Steve then.
We had finished playing and were enjoying a burger and a beer in the nineteenth hole. I waved to Steve when he came in. “Come over and join me,” I called out. Steve waved back and a few minutes later he took the chair next to me. “How’d you do,” I asked.
“Not bad…an 82; I hesitate to ask you.”
“An even par with three birdies and three doggone bogies, but that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. Are you seeing anyone?”
“Why? You interested?” I gave him a quick elbow to the ribs.
“No, not me you fool; you’re not even close to Suzanne, but I’m thinking you might be good for my ex.”
“I thought she threw you over for some guy with a big….”
“Yeah, she did, but what he was really interested in was her money. He’s been arrested and she’s been staying with Suzanne and me. Now, let me tell you—she can be really uh…adventurous in bed. How about joining us for dinner tomorrow night?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable…you know, with someone who used to be your wife.”
“Steve, she’s a good looking woman who loves sex. That was the problem, but she’s basically an intelligent and decent woman. Of course, I think she’s good looking—I was married to her for thirty years. She hurt me, but that’s how I met Suzanne so I’m not upset. So, how about it? We could meet you at the Red Stag. It’s Suzanne’s favorite…and mine, too. I’ll owe you a favor.”
“Like a couple of short game lessons?”
‘Okay; seven o’clock good for you?” Steve had been after me for some lessons on chipping and pitching, but I had hesitated. I liked him, but I would have much preferred to be with Suzanne for obvious reasons. I set the date and went home to make the reservations.
I had just kissed Suzanne and told her about my round. She always asked how I did—not how much money I’d won, but how I had played. I had continued her lessons and her handicap had fallen like a rock. She had a 36 handicap when I had first met her. Now she was at 20 and regularly breaking 100. Most sports are more fun when you play well and golf is no exception. I phoned the restaurant and made reservations for four. Then I phoned Sandra and asked her to join us for dinner. I didn’t mention Steve. That could wait until tomorrow.
Suzanne and I played golf the following day, returning home around 3:00. We showered together and took a brief nap. We held each other and kissed, but no sex. That would have to wait until tonight. We awoke at 5:30 and dressed. One of the things I loved about Suzanne—she used minimal makeup. She combed her lustrous brown hair and put it into a pony tail—my favorite. A little eyeliner and some lipstick and gloss were all that she needed. She dressed in a fancy red dress, one that hugged her slender body and showed off almost all of her long legs, finishing her outfit with the diamond pendant and earrings I had given her on our wedding day, the pendant sparkling as it hung between the soft flesh of her breasts . I wore a multi-colored silk shirt and charcoal grey slacks with cordovan loafers. It didn’t matter what I wore—nobody was going to look at me with Suzanne in the room. We left at 6:30 for the twenty minute ride to the restaurant. We wanted to be a bit early to greet our guests.
I was surprised to find Sandra in the lobby. “I’ve never been here so I wasn’t sure how long it would take from my new apartment.” She hugged me and air-kissed Suzanne. “Aren’t we going in?”
“Not yet, we have one more guest.” She gave me an inquiring look. “A buddy from golf.” When I saw her next look I continued. “Didn’t you tell me you wanted a man who wasn’t interested in your money? Well, Steve has almost as much as you do. He’s a nice guy, too—very funny at times. Ah…here he comes now.” I handled the introductions—he already knew Suzanne from the club. I could tell that Sandra intrigued him. They walked in together behind Suzanne and me.
The Red Stag is an expensive restaurant, but the food is great. We all enjoyed a few bottles of wine with our steaks and huge lettuce wedges. We skipped dessert—by then we had all eaten too much. I was pleased to see Sandra and Steve getting along, just as I hoped they would. Suzanne and I said our good-byes at the door and drove home. I’d done as much as I could. If they were interested they’d take the next steps themselves.
I first spoke about the evening once we were about half-way home. “Well, what did you think?”
“You mean about dinner or about Sandra and Steve?”
I thought for a second before replying, “Both, I guess.”
“Okay…dinner I thought was superb. The service was impeccable. I can’t remember ever having a better filet and I loved the lettuce wedge. I guess you felt the same way because I noticed you were shoveling it in as though I hadn’t fed you in a week. I did notice that Steve and Sandra talked together a lot and, of course, we talked a lot in the ladies room.”
“What is it about the ladies room? When guys go they do their business, wash their hands, and leave. I doubt there’s ten words said in the place all night.”
“What’s the expression in French--‘Vive le difference?’ We just aren’t like men. The ladies room is like a social place. There’s a lounge with a couch and a couple of chairs in there where you can relax.”
“What? A couch? Chairs? Incredible!“
“Well, let me tell you…we each went to a stall and when we were done we fixed our makeup, not that either one of us wears much, but we talked for almost five minutes while there. She really appreciates your attitude toward her. She thought you’d hate her. Anyway, she told me she was enjoying the dinner and Steve even more.” I didn’t comment. I just nodded, grinned and drove the rest of the way home.
Once home we stripped out of our clothes, placing everything in either the closet or the hamper. I reached out for Suzanne’s hand, leading her again into the shower. It wasn’t that we were dirty—we just loved showering with each other. I especially loved rubbing my soapy hands over her sexy smooth body. I spent a lot of time on her breasts and even more on her ass cheeks and she almost jumped when I ran my hand up and down her ass crack, stopping to finger her anus. She leaned into me, her head on my chest as she sighed in contentment.
I dried her carefully and thoroughly, throwing the damp towel over the rack before drying myself and leading her back to the bedroom. “You’re such a good man, Bob. Do you know what my mom said when I phoned her the other day?”
I interrupted, “Not bad for a Methodist?” Suzanne scowled , slapping my butt playfully.
No, you…you…arrggh! She said you’re a real man—strong physically and mentally, but not overbearing or abusive. She said you’re gentle and she’s right. A gentle man is always strong. Did you know that? I realized that the first time we met. Only someone like you could forgive someone like Sandra. I’m giving you a reward.”
“I thought I saw Sandra’s picture in the post office. Do I get anything for that?”
“To show you how forgiving I can be-- I’m going to forget about that feeble attempt at humor; that was lame, Bob. Now I want you to lie here on the bed, legs over the side. I haven’t had you in my mouth in a couple of days and I miss it.”
“Uhh…don’t I get to do you?”
“Not tonight—tonight I’m giving you a gift.” Her tongue extended, she leaned into my semi-hard cock. Talking like this with Suzanne always got me excited. Around my helmet she licked, barely touching me. Oh God, she was driving me crazy. Blood rushed into my cock; I was rock hard in seconds. Suzanne chuckled as she saw how effective her tongue was. Up and down the sensitive underside she went, washing my cock with her tongue. My fists pounded the bed, demanding –pleading—for more. “Okay, darling—I know what you want.” My cock disappeared into her mouth. Ever so slowly she withdrew until only the head remained. Then she sucked me deep into her throat again. She fucked me with her mouth for several minutes—sucking and licking and bobbing up and down, basically, driving me wild with lust and love.
“Suzanne!” I tried to warn her. She had sucked my cock before, but only a few times. I felt I had to warn her, but my warnings went unheeded. My hips drove up and forward as I exploded into her throat. I came so hard I was sure much of my semen went straight into her stomach. I lay back on the bed exhausted and I hadn’t done any of the work. Suzanne climbed up next to me to hold and caress me just as I had so many times done with her.
“I love you, Bob and I always will. My love for you is eternal. I could never even conceive loving someone like this until I met you.”
I looked over to her in my post orgasmic bliss to kiss her. “Did you ever read the inside of your ring?” She gave me a quizzical look. “I’ll give you my magnifying glass in the morning. You’ll need it to make out the words. Now, Mrs. Young may I suggest we go to sleep. I have to give Steve a short game lesson at ten. Why don’t you come, too?” I kissed her cute little nose, pulled the blanket over us and snuggled up against her butt, savoring the feel of her skin against my chest, stomach, and cock.
Steve and Sandra stood outside the hotel watching us walk to the car. There was an awkward silence as each was trying to decide what to do next. Eventually, Sandra took the initiative. “Well, Steve it’s too early for me to turn in so why don’t you come to my place for a nightcap. It’s still kind of a mess, but I’m sure I can find a clean corner for us.”
“I…I…uh don’t want to be a bother.”
“You won’t be. I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t want you to come.” She chuckled silently at her choice of words. She really did want him to come—in her pussy, that is.
“Um, okay I think I’d like that. Why don’t I follow you?” They walked to their cars, Sandra to the Mercedes she’d had when she and Robert had been married, Steve to his Toyota SUV. Minutes later they were driving down the highway en route to their destiny. They parked in the lot and walked together to her door on the first floor. Once inside Sandra took his jacket and led him to the living room. To his surprise the place was spotless. He would never have believed she had just moved in if she hadn’t told him.
He had found the dinner a wonderful time. The food was great and he found Sandra even greater. He would have thought her in her mid-forties had he not known otherwise. She had what appeared to be a great body and pretty big tits, too. She had paid plenty of attention to him during the dinner and now he was in her apartment. She seemed to like him—maybe even more—so why was he so nervous?
“What would you like to drink?” He was roused from his thoughts.
“Uh…have any scotch?” He continued when she nodded. “Rocks, please.” Sandra turned to the small galley kitchen where she poured a generous portion over several ice cubes and made herself a gin and tonic. After handing his drink to Steve she sat next to him, her legs tucked carefully under her body to cause her skirt to rise up her shapely thighs. She smirked to herself when she saw Steve’s eyes linger over her flesh. She raised her glass for a toast.
“What are we toasting, Sandra?”
“How about we drink to…many fantastic orgasms?” Steve gulped several times unable to respond. “Oh come now, Steve don’t tell me the idea hasn’t crossed your mind.”
“It has, of course—you’re an extremely attractive woman.”
“You left out horny—an attractive horny woman. That’s what I am. I know it and you do, too. Isn’t that why you’re here?”
“Wow Sandra, you sure are direct.”
“I’m in my mid-fifties and divorced because of my horniness—because I let it get in the way of my judgment. I regret that, but there’s nothing I can do but move forward. Would you like to help me with that, Steve?”
Steve gulped several times and noticed his hand was shaking when he replied, “Yes.” It was almost a whisper, but Sandra heard him clearly. She rose and extended her hand. Steve took it and followed her into the bedroom. She turned to face him, wrapped her arms around his neck and reached up for their first kiss. She pressed her sweet lips into his, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands fell to explore his body. She took his hands in hers and placed one on her ass, the other on her breast as the kiss lingered.
She broke the kiss to remove Steve’s clothes. Slowly she unbuttoned his shirt, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Once his shirt had found its way to the chair she unbuckled his belt, allowing his slacks to fall to the floor. Her thumbs found their way to the waistband of his briefs to push them to his ankles. She helped him to step out of them to admire his hard cock. “Nice,” she said as she stood and gripped it for the first time. She reached up for another kiss, whispering into his ear, “Yes, Steve—you have a very nice cock. I can hardly wait to have it in my pussy.” Then she kissed him again, pulling both of his hands to her breasts. Again she broke the kiss after a few minutes to tell him, “Your turn now.”
Steve’s hands were visibly shaking as he reached for the blouse’s buttons. Sandra stroked his cheek as she kissed his face and neck. Her other hand found his hard erection. Soon her blouse and bra found their way to the chair. Steve moved his attentions to her skirt. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her matching black garter belt and skimpy panties. Sandra could feel his cock pulse in his excitement and anticipation. She moved back, dropped her panties and dropped to her knees to fondle Steve’s cock and balls—a prelude to taking him deep into her hot wet mouth.
Her soft hand cradled and massaged his sac, moving his testicles between her fingers. It wasn’t long before Steve was trembling, his knees weak and unable to support his body. Seeing this Sandra gently pushed him back until he could fall back onto the bed. She took him into her mouth, her tongue laving the shaft and head and driving Steve wild with lust. “Oh God, Sandra…Oh God!” Sandra was thrilled to have Steve in her mouth and soon she’d maneuver him into her cunt. She wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted him to come.
She eased up on his cock, not wanting him to waste his orgasm or his ejaculate in her mouth. Sandra climbed over his body to lie in the center of the bed. Steve followed her, his final position over her body, his hard cock hanging between her legs. “Got any condoms?”
Sandra smiled as she shook her head. “I’ll take my chances. I have a feeling it’ll be worth it.”
“Oh God, I hope so. I’m so nervous I could pop the second I enter you. It’s been forever.”
“Not to worry—if you do we’ll just have to do it again and again until you get it right.” She smiled as she looked up into his eyes then she pulled him down, his reddish purple organ into her seeping cunt. They both moaned as he moved into her, his organ disappearing into her core. In seconds they were moving together. Their passion and their lust had won. Steve looked down at his new lover. Her face was just perfect—her hair, her eyes, her cute little nose. He moved down, mouth slightly open as they kissed yet again. Sandra pressed her lips against his, driving her tongue deep into his mouth as her hands ran up and down his back, her nails leaving tracks as the bit into his skin. Their tongues dueled for many minutes as their pace increased until they were rutting like wild animals.
Sandra knew he was close from his breathing—rapid and shallow. She wasn’t, but it didn’t matter—not yet. She was enjoying his cock and later she was sure she could get him to lick her to a couple of orgasms or she would ride him. Either way, she would cum several times this evening. The night was going better than she had hoped. She reminded herself to phone Robert in the morning to thank him. That thought had just ended when he grunted loudly, depositing millions of sperm into her cunt. He sagged onto her chest as his recovery began. In time he rolled off, still breathing heavily from his exertions. “I feel a little guilty, Sandra. You were fantastic. I haven’t cum like that in years.”
She put her fingers to his lips. “Okay…you’ll owe me one.
“Let’s make it a couple—that’s how great it was. I’ll do you with my mouth if you wish; just a few minutes to get myself together.” He lay back breathing deeply. A minute later he leaned up on his arm then slipped between Sandra’s legs. She smiled down at him running her fingers through his salt and pepper hair. Steve moved up, his nose just below Sandra’s cunt. His first lick surprised him. Her taste was sweet…and as delicious as any cunt he had ever enjoyed. He dove in with unabashed enthusiasm, licking even her asshole several times before shifting his ministrations to her tunnel.
Sandra was so aroused—more so than she could recall, certainly much more than with Frank. What had she ever seen in that man? He had a big cock and that was all. He had no personality whatsoever. She missed Robert’s cock and tongue, but there was nothing to be gained by living in the past. Steve felt pretty good inside her and he had a talented tongue, too. She came, shuddering and bathing his face in her ejaculate as spasm after spasm rolled through her body. She felt so peaceful and so tired she hardly felt Steve crawl up the bed next to her.
She reached out to hold and kiss him. Just before falling asleep she whispered, “I usually wake up around three. Let’s do it again….” Steve realized he’d been invited to spend the night.
She did wake up and they did make love again, this time Steve, on the bottom, outlasted her, giving her two wonderful orgasms before spurting into her smooth tight tunnel. She rolled off him, her legs and hips resting on the bed, her head resting gently on his chest.
Suzanne and I were enjoying a light breakfast of coffee, juice, and English muffins when the phone rang. Being closer to the wall I reached over and answered as Suzanne excused herself from the table, “Hello.”
“Oh hi, Robert I just wanted to call and thank you for the dinner last night. I loved the restaurant. I thought the food was excellent—as good as some of New York’s better restaurants easily. And I must also tell you that I enjoyed the company, too. Robert, I really like Suzanne. I’m sure you know how much she’s in love with you. The two of you are so good for each other.”
“Thanks, Sandra…glad you enjoyed it. I’d like to talk to you, but I have to be at the country club for a lesson with Steve in half an hour.”
Sandra laughed, “I wouldn’t hurry if I were you. He’s here in bed with me and he’s still asleep. I think I wore him out last night. Thanks for that, too. He’s really a wonderful person...and a pretty good lover, too.”
I laughed and laughed. “Well, tell him I’ll be there if he wakes up. I’ve already promised Suzanne she could come with me and I’m sure she’d beat me if I reneged.”
“Uh…Robert, Steve just woke up and rolled over. I can feel he’s interested again. God, it’s as hard as it was last night. Don’t expect him for a few days, okay? Bye.”
“What was that all about, Bob,” Suzanne asked me as she walked back into the room.
“You’re not going to believe this; it was Sandra—Steve spent the night.”
“Yup, reading between the lines I’d say they…uh, interacted several times last night and were about to do it again. Sandra called from her bed. Apparently, Steve just woke up and he’s hard again so I doubt she’ll let him get away without…well, you know. Oh, she also said she likes you and she knows how much you love me.”
“I kinda think everyone knows that, Bob. Why don’t WE go back to bed?”
“We can, but after your lesson. In fact, after lunch we can stay in bed the rest of the weekend, if you like.”
“I have a feeling I’d be a wealthy widow if I did that. Lucky for you I love you more than I love money. Okay, let’s go to the club.” She cleaned up the mess which wasn’t much and then drove me to the country club in her new BMW. “Have I told you lately how much I love…my new car!”
“Well, I do…almost as much as I love you. No…actually nowhere near as much as I love you, Bob.” She leaned across the console so I could kiss her.
“I guess that makes it unanimous—I could never love anyone as much as I love you.”
“I know. I borrowed your magnifying glass while you were on the phone. I cried when I read the inion on my ring. How’d you ever think of doing that?” She looked at me while we stopped at a light. “I’m glad I rescued you, Bob. You’re a wonderful lover and an even better husband.” She pulled into the parking lot, moving once again to the back where she was certain her baby wouldn’t be dented. We walked hand in hand to the storeroom for our clubs. A few minutes later we were on the range.
Suzanne was an excellent student. She paid the closest attention to what I showed her and then she replicated every single step. Within an hour she was chipping and pitching the ball almost as well as I was. I hugged and kissed her, much to the amusement of the other members. “You deserve a reward,” I told her.
“Are we going back to bed,” she asked excitedly.
“We’ll see,” I teased her, “after I treat you to lunch. C’mon.” We returned our clubs, went to wash our hands, and walked into the restaurant. We were shown to a table for four. I looked at the waiter questioningly.
“We are expecting your friends shortly,” was his reply. We sat down and ordered two margaritas on the rocks while we waited. As we had anticipated, Steve and Sandra joined us a few minutes later. I laughed when I saw Steve.
“Hi, Sandra you look great; Steve, you look like you’ve been ridden hard and put away wet.”
“Huh? What does that mean?”
“Essentially, it’s a polite way to say you look like shit.”
“Well, if you were up half the night….”
“Ha…been there, done that, buddy. Remember who I’m married to.” I continued after hugging and kissing Suzanne, “Actually, I’m thrilled for both of you. You both deserve a lot better than you’ve had lately. Unfortunately, your lesson is already over.”
Taking Sandra’s hand Steve replied, “That’s okay, I couldn’t get away and I didn’t want to, either.” He leaned down to give her a quick kiss. I suggested we sit and enjoy our lunch. We had another great time even though the food couldn’t compare to the Red Stag. Keeping my word to Suzanne we went home afterward and stayed in bed the rest of the weekend. Luckily I survived—barely. Suzanne must have had twenty orgasms. I actually had five. Suzanne was ecstatic Monday morning; I was exhausted.
Suzanne and I had a long discussion just after we were married. It went on for hours as we looked at the subject from every conceivable angle. Then, together, we reached our decision. That’s why we phoned her mom and dad almost six months later. “Hi, Mom.”
“Oh hi, Suzy—hold on a sec; I have to get the door.” She opened it, shocked to see us standing there. “I don’t understand. Why are you on the phone?”
“We wanted to make sure you were home.” I rolled my eyes and began to laugh.
“What’s the matter, Bob?”
“Nothing, Margaret—it’s a Methodist thing. You wouldn’t understand.” Suzanne scowled at me, but she couldn’t keep a straight face either.
“Where’s Daddy, Mom? We need to tell you something.”
Stan walked in then. “Geez Margaret, what with all the noise? I can’t hear the game. Suzy…Bob, why are you here?”
Suzanne held my hand and took a deep breath. She had a huge smile on her face, one matched only by mine as she said, “You’re going to be grandparents! We wanted to tell you in person. We’re so happy!” Her parents stood there in the living room for several seconds before they realized what Suzanne had said. Then they rushed to her hugging and kissing her in their joy. It wasn’t long before Suzanne and her mom were crying. I stood off to the side until Stan came to shake my hand.
“This is wonderful news, Bob and it’s so nice that you came all this way to tell us.” Then, apparently overcome with emotion he pulled me into a long hug. I guess my religion wasn’t all that important after all.
Margaret and Stan came for a visit about a week before Suzanne was due—Margaret to help with the baby, Stan to watch ball games and drink my beer. I had just finished the twelfth hole with the Men’s League when we paused because a cart was barreling down the fairway toward us. It was one of the club pro’s. “Bob, you’ve got to come with me. It’s Suzanne—she has to go to the hospital.” I dropped my $500 driver and jumped into the cart. Five minutes later I was racing home, only to find Suzanne sitting calmly on our porch with my in-laws.
“It’s okay, Bob we have plenty of time. Mom phoned the doctor and she’s expecting us.” Wonderful! Suzanne’s calm and I’m already a wreck; we haven’t even left for the hospital and I’m wasted. I put Suzanne into the passenger seat and her folks followed us in her car. I thought that might be a ploy to keep me from driving too fast, and I was right. Suzanne admitted it once she was in the room. I was holding her hand when she told me to call Sandra and Steve.
Sandra and Steve had become a couple after that first weekend together. They went home after our lunch—Sandra insisted he treat—and went back to bed just as we had. However, they didn’t leave until Wednesday afternoon. Sandra moved into Steve’s house the following month. They were obviously completely taken with each other, but held off on getting married, not wanting to rush things. Considering Sandra’s recent experience with Frank, I thought it a wise course of action. I was surprised—astonished, actually—at the friendship that evolved between Sandra and Suzanne. They quickly became the very best of friends, doing almost everything together. Of course, Steve and I were often involved when we weren’t playing golf together, as well.
We had checked with Detective Ross about the two criminal proceedings in which we were involved. Suzanne and I would have to testify against Dana and Lisa. Sandra was the primary witness against Frank although I also had to testify. I found it interesting when we were called to identify Frank and Janet in police lineups. We had to go separately to ensure the integrity of the process, but the whole thing was silly. Frank had let his hair grow and had grown a beard as though that was going to confuse us—it didn’t. We could pick him out in a crowd of 500, let alone six men.
We had several months before we would be needed so I organized a honeymoon to Hawaii. Flying first class enabled us to take several bags so we each had a suitcase as well as our clubs. We spent three weeks there, hopping from Oahu to Kauai and finally to Maui which has always been my favorite. We played golf and snorkeled and sat in the sun, but mostly we made the most beautiful love to each other. Not only did we make love, we also made a brand new human being—our daughter, Ashley. We had a wonderful time, but then every day with Suzanne was a wonderful time.
In the end we never had to testify. Dana and Lisa pled guilty to sexual assault, sexual battery, and the drug charges—possession with intent to sell among numerous others. They were sentenced to thirty years, less than one-third what they would face if the case went to trial. We knew it was an open and shut case. Frank also pleaded guilty to several counts of grand larceny, forgery, and wire fraud. He was sentenced to fifteen years. Janet pled guilty to being an accessory and was sentenced to five years. Sandra got almost all of her money back, including the deposit on the house and the cars because of the fraud Frank and Janet had perpetrated. I was just glad that Suzanne and I could move forward with our lives.
We decided to try for three children and we wanted them as quickly as possible so I’d be able to know and love them as they grew into adults and they would know their father. Fifteen months after Ashley we had another girl—Jessica—and fifteen months after that another girl—Amanda. I had a vasectomy then—no more children for us.
I had read that there is no love like a child’s love. I found that statement to be one hundred percent true. Holding my newborn daughter for the first time was an experience that words cannot describe. Seeing her crawl and later run to me brought me indescribable joy every time. I couldn’t wait to take her and her sisters out to the range. They were so much like their mother. I was sure they would learn the game and love playing as much as we did.
I knew I would die many years before Suzanne. I was, after all, twenty-one years older. Life, however, was very good to me. I lived long enough to see my three girls graduate from college before passing in my sleep at the age of 93. Suzanne followed me eleven years later and now we’ll spend eternity together. We’re young and fit again and we can make love all day, every day, day after day. Yes, there is great sex even in Heaven.