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Age Difference

By: DG Hear



A warning to readers of DG Hears stories. Every now and then I get crazy and write a story with lots of sex. This is one of those stories. If you're not into a lot of sex, you might want to pass on this one.

This is a story about the age differences in loving, or at least sexual, relationships. As always a big thank you goes out to my editor Techsan for making my story a much better read. This story could have been put in a number of different categories.

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"Harder, Ted, harder, faster, faster, I'm almost there, so good, oh, so good," said Nancy as she rode my hard cock.

I was lying on my back while my girlfriend straddled me with my cock buried deep inside of her. I loved this position. I could watch her boobs jiggle up and down while she rode me. I reached up and squeezed her mounds as I felt her pussy lips squeezing the life or at least the cum out of my dick.

"I'm coming, Baby. Can you feel in squirting in you?" I asked.

"Yes, Baby, oh, so good," she said as she stopped bouncing and started rubbing her pelvis against mine.

When her spasms stopped, she rolled off of me and laid on her back and lit her usual cigarette. "Ted, I need to talk to you."

"About what, baby?" I asked.

"I have to break up with you. God, I'm going to miss our sex sessions so much," she replied.

"Whoa! Back up a little here. I'm not going anywhere other than home and to work."

"Ted, I need more than I getting from you. I'm so sorry."

"You just got through saying how good I am and now it's not enough. I don't understand."

"The sex is great, Ted. It's the other things I need. Dancing, romance, a new sports car. I want to go to the country club and have fancy clothes. I want to be somebody."

"Nancy, I'm just a mechanic and a damn good one. I can't afford all those things and frankly, I don't care about most of them."

"That's what I mean, Ted. I think it has something to do with our ages, wants and needs."

"What? We're both twenty-four. What are you talking about?"

"I need an older man, one who can take care of me and get me the things I need and want."

"So you want a Sugar Daddy. What about sex with an old geezer?"

"Ted, sex doesn't mean as much to me as it does to you. As long as the old fart can get me off, I'll be happy. It's all the things he can do for me that count."

"Sounds like you already have one picked out."

"I do, Ted, it's one of the older managers at work. He just got divorced lately and he asked me out next Saturday. He's in his fifties but I don't care. He belongs to the country club and promised to take me there."

I got off the bed and started to get dressed. We had been dating for about six months. She was a good lay but we really weren't in love. I took the high road and wished her a nice life and told her that I hoped her dreams would come true. I left her apartment and headed home to my own.

Some people just needed more than others. I had a good job, hung with some of my friends and usually had a girlfriend for a short period of time. I didn't have all these big future dreams. I just pretty much lived one day at a time.

I considered myself a pretty decent guy. I've been with a lot of women but I was always honest and true to them. I didn't lie to them and tried to treat them fair. I never cheated on any woman that I was with. One gal at a time was plenty good for me. It just seemed that women are looking for more, but with me, what you see is what you get.

At work the next morning my boss, Brad, asked how my night went with Nancy?

"She broke up with me. She said the sex was great but she needed more. She's going to date some old fart that can buy her the things she wants."

"Don't worry about it, Ted. You'll be back in someone's saddle before you know it. I've never seen a guy bounce back the way you do when it comes to women. Some women want love and others want material things. Nancy just falls into the later category." 

"I know, Brad, but I'm a one-woman-at-a-time type guy so that means I'll have to look around again," I laughed.

"Try a younger gal this time, Ted. Maybe she'll think you're her older man." Brad was laughing harder than me.

"Any suggestions?" I asked Brad.

"What about that sexy college girl that always wears black. She sure is a cutie in an odd sort of way? You don't have to worry about buying her anything; her parents are well-to-do and buy her anything she wants."

"She's like sixteen; I'm not going to jail for a piece of tail."

Brad laughed. "She's eighteen and I hear she's wild. Her dad has her bringing in her little BMW for an oil change today. Maybe I'll let you handle this one."

"We'll see, no promises. I'm not so sure about dating young girls, even if they are eighteen," I replied.

Later that day young Sasha came driving up in her little BMW. Brad was right; she really was a cute gal with her short hair dyed black and a diamond stuck in the side of her nose. She was basically dressed in black with slacks and a little jacket.

"Hi there, are you Brad? My dad told me to bring my car in for an oil change."

"No, Brad's gone at the moment. I'm Ted, and I'll be your mechanic today if you don't mind?"

She smiled, "Mind? I don't mind a bit. Can I stay for awhile and watch you at work?" I could feel her coming on to me.

"Usually people drop off their car and we call them when it's finished. I guess I can make an exception for you."

I was getting a good look at her. She was cute with the prettiest dimples and smile. She was on the petite side. I decided to see if she might be interested in going out.

I pulled her car into the garage and hoisted it up and started the oil change. I knew she was staring at my ass every time I bent over. Now I knew how women felt when they were being stared at.

"Do you have a girlfriend?'" she asked.

"Nope, fresh out of a relationship," I answered. "What about you? Is there some guy out there waiting for you?"

"No, my parents don't want me involve in relationships while I'm in college. So I just go out and have fun. Why did you break up with your girlfriend?" she asked me.

"I didn't, she broke up with me. I was too young for her." I laughed.

"My God, how old was she - fifty or something?"

"As a matter of fact we were the same age. Don't ask me to explain," I answered.

"So ... are you over her? Would you like to go out with me?" she asked.

"Sasha, I don't think we would have a lot in common. You are a good looking girl but I don't think we share the same type interests."

"Hey, I don't want a long term relationship. I have a party to go to tomorrow night and I would prefer an escort. If you don't think you want to go...."

What was I doing here. A cute little chick like this and I was going to pass it up. I don't think so.

I interrupted her. "Where's the party at?"

"At a house near the college. One of the fraternities is throwing it. So, want to be my date?" She was smiling at me now and outwardly staring at my butt.

"Okay, it's a date. Where do you want me to pick you up at?"

"Let's just meet here at the station at seven."

"Seven it is." I finished her oil change and she was on her way.

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After work on Saturday, I headed home to clean up for my little Gothic gal. This was a little different than most of my relationships. It was her that was making the advances, I just went with the flow.

She pulled up right on time at the station. I waved bye to Brad as he was smiling and grabbed his crotch. I laughed as I approached her car. I slipped into the passenger seat and off we went.

I looked over at her and she again was dressed in black. This time she looked sexy as hell. A black net type blouse that you could see through. A black bra underneath. She had small breasts but perfect for her petite size. Her skirt was black leather and had ridden most of the way up her thighs. By leaning forward, I could see black panties. When she saw me look she gave me a smile. I knew then this was going to be a night to remember.

We pulled up near a big house with a lot of cars parked in the yard. You could hear the noise - or music if you prefer - coming from the house. We got out of the car and I escorted my teeny bopper gothic date into the house. A couple of guys were at the door collecting money. I handed him a twenty and received no change. I guess that was for the beer.

Sasha was hugging everyone in sight and introduced me to most of her friends. There were barrels of beer everywhere and I grabbed a glass. Sasha asked for one and I gave it to her. We headed to what might have been called a dance floor and Sasha pressed her tiny body into mine.

The music was some kind of rap or something. To me it was awful. Maybe I was past this stage in my life, I don't know but some cuddling and mellow music would be a Godsend. We were there for about an hour when I mentioned to Sasha that I was uncomfortable there.

"What's the problem, Teddy?" she asked me.

Teddy? I'm a twenty-four year old man and my date was calling me Teddy. I could feel the age difference in the air, even though it was only six years difference between us. The only problem was she had one fine body and I wanted to play with it. I know that didn't sound good but it was the truth. Every time I looked at her little body, it screamed, "Take me!"

"The age group of your friends. Most seem like they are under twenty-one and everyone is drinking. I can also smell the weed."

"Where do you want to go, Teddy?" 

"Anywhere but here. I'm twenty-four and an adult. If this place gets busted I could get in big trouble. Besides, you shouldn't be drinking either."

She made the rounds and said goodbye to her friends and we hopped back into her car and I saw those black panties again. She started the car and before we left, she reached over and squeezed my package which was getting hard from just looking between her thighs.

"Do you want to have sex, Teddy?"

I could forgive her for calling me Teddy since we were alone. All I could think of now was getting between her thighs. I leaned over and kissed her. She had a pin through her tongue also but it didn't bother me that much. It did feel a bit different when we kissed. I reached between her legs and squeezed her mound. Soft, wet and hot would be the best way to describe this little vixen. She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her pussy.

"I want you, Teddy; I want your cock."

I sat back in my seat as she drove off. I did ask her about the pin in her tongue and she told me I would be glad she had it later. I had no idea what she was talking about. We didn't go very far when she pulled in front of an apartment. 

"This is where I live with my girlfriends during college. They're all still off for holiday break. Come with me. There is no one here right now."

I followed my little vixen dressed in black into her apartment. As soon as we went to her room she sat on the side of her bed and as I approached her she started undoing my belt buckle and was smiling. She unzipped my dockers and let them fall to the floor. I had on my tighty whities which were extremely tight at the present time due to a large hard-on. 

She pulled my underwear over my hard cock and down my legs. It was all happening so quickly that I just stood there and let her do her thing. She grabbed the base of my cock and wrapped her lips around the head of it and started sucking. Damn, I could feel that tongue pin rubbing against my cock like a french tickler. It must have set off the nerves in my cock. I couldn't believe the head I was getting from this young woman.

I put my hands on the side of her head for support as she sucked my cock. I watched as her saliva coated my now distended rod. I didn't want to blow off in her mouth, I wanted between her thighs, so I pushed her head back lightly to disengage her mouth from my cock.

"Sasha, Sasha baby, that was so good but I need to fuck you,"

She smiled at me and stood up and pulled the net top over her head. She then reached around and undid her mini leather skirt and let it drop to the floor. While she was doing that, I stepped out of my pants and shorts and slipped my shirt off also. She was in bra and black panties and I was naked with a hard cock sticking out. She reached over in her night stand, picked up a condom, opened the package and removed it.

"I always practice save sex, Teddy," she remarked.

She opened her mouth and slipped the condom into it somehow and then put it on my cock using only her mouth. I had seen it done on 'Real Sex' on HBO but never saw it done in person and surely never had it done to me.

She slid her panties off and moved up on the bed and spread her legs. I slipped my cock into her moist hot pussy and started pumping like hell. She was able to put her legs against my shoulders for support while I pounded her pussy. This little gal had squirmed more than your average snake.

"Come on, Teddy, give it to me, fuck your little gothic girl, more cock Teddy, Sasha needs more cock."

I was pumping for all I was worth. I felt myself ready to come. I didn't want to because she hadn't reached her orgasm yet. I couldn't help it; Since she gave me that blow job I was starting to come. I shot a load into the condom.

"Not yet, Teddy, please not yet. I'm almost there."

I know she felt me come even though I had a condom on. I could see her still trying to get there and knew how to help her. It's one thing I learned with age. I pulled out of her.

"No, Teddy, no, I need more," she was saying.

I dropped to my knees on the floor and pulled her by the legs to the edge of the bed and stuck my face into her pussy.

"Yes, Baby, yes, yes," she exclaimed.

I began eating her out. I spread her lower lips and sucked and tongued her young pussy. I took two fingers and started rubbing her nub as she moved her pussy all over the place.

"Oh, yes, Teddy, that's it, eat me, Baby, eat me now."

I could feel her climax building and all of a sudden she screamed out and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face tightly against her pussy. I could feel her juices against my tongue as she squirmed more and more against my face. I was afraid she wouldn't let go. I needed to breathe. My nose and mouth were buried against her pussy.

Finally she let go and I backed away and took a deep breath. She came forward and starting kissing me.

"Honey, I have your juices all over my face," I spoke.

"I love the way I taste," she said as she continued kissing her juices off my face.

I stood up and walked into the bathroom and took off the condom and took a piss. I went over to the sink and washed her remaining juices off my face.

When I went back in the bedroom she had her bra off. She had also walked over to the fridge and got us each a beer and handed me one. We both sat on the edge of the bed.

"Do your parents know you drink and smoke weed?" I asked.

"No to the beer, they don't know I drink some, and I don't smoke anything. My friends do but I don't need it. I get my highs off sex. You're good. Are you ready to fuck me again?"

"Wow! You really are a wild one. Let me finish my beer first. Then I'll give it another shot."

She had small but nice looking tits. She had a little butterfly tattoo above her left breast.

"Like my butterfly? I have a big one on my lower back. You'll get to see it when you fuck me from behind. Did you see my dolphin tatoo? It was right above my mound. Did you see it?"

"No, afraid not. I was busy seeing everything below it," I laughed.

I pushed her on her back on the bed and looked for the dolphin.

"Here it is. I see it. Mind if I kiss it?"

I leaned down and kissed her mound and then the dolphin. I slipped two fingers into her moist opening. She wasn't kidding; she was ready to go again.

"Kiss my little butterfly," she said.

We both crawled up on the bed and laid next to each other. I gave her butterfly a kiss and proceeded to suck on her nipples. They became hard almost instantly. I massaged one breast while kissing the other.

She was into it again. I kissed my way down her young body spending a few minutes on her tummy. She handed me another condom and smiled. I had no problem using condoms when I really didn't know the woman that well. I wanted sex, not a disease.

I put this condom on myself as she turned over and got up on her knees leaning down on her forearms with her ass in the air.

"Fuck me from behind, Teddy. I love it that way."

I got behind her and saw this beautiful ass waiting on me. I slowly slid my cock into her pussy from behind. I knew I would be awhile cumming since I had just cum minutes before. I did a slow in and out motion into her wet and hot pussy.

"Do you see my big butterfly, Teddy?" she asked between groans.

"I can't miss it. It covers your whole lower back."

"Do you like it?"

What's a guy suppose to say at this point? You're fucking a woman and your cock is buried deep in her. It could have been a picture of anything and I would have said I loved it.

"It's really pretty. I love all the colors. Too bad you didn't put it on your butt cheeks and while your butts shaking it would have looked like it was flying."

"You think so?" she asked.

"No, Sasha, it's beautiful just the way it is." I was afraid she would take me seriously and go have one put on her butt cheeks.

My night with Sasha went on for a couple of more hours. I honestly can say she wore me out. I don't think I could keep up with her if I had to. I told Brad about the little vixen and he just laughed.

Sasha and I went out one more time after that. The sex was great but we had nothing else in common. She made me feel like an old man.

After our second date she came into the garage and told me she wasn't allowed to date me anymore. Apparently her parents heard a rumor that she was dating an older man and told her to stop dating him, which was me, or they wouldn't pay for her schooling and would take back her BMW.

She said she was sorry and that I was a great lay but couldn't take any chances of losing her car and schooling. She took me to our back room and gave me a goodbye fuck. I do have to say that I'm going to miss the little gothic vixen. Every time a gothic gal comes into the garage, I think of Sasha.

Things were back to normal and Brad and I were talking about life in general. He was married to Julie who was a wonderful and good looking woman. He had two kids of his own and was a great father. I often wondered where I would end up. I sure would like to have a life like Brad.

"Well, Ted, who's next? You've tried your age, younger, maybe it's time to find an older woman," he laughed.

"I don't hardly think so. I can't see myself bedding down a woman the age of my mother," I laughed.

"Hey, Ted, don't knock the older woman till you've tried it. Julie is eight years older than me and it's the best decision I've ever made."

"I'll keep that in mind Brad," I told him even though I didn't think it would happen.

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The first week of January rolled around and I was headed home after work. Brad usually stayed open an hour or so later some days.

I was headed for home when I saw a car pulled to the side of the road and smoke was coming from the hood. I pulled up behind the car and there sitting in the drivers seat was a woman crying. I knocked on her window. She rolled it down about half way and looked at me.

"Can I give you a hand, madame?"

"My cars smoking and I don't know what to do." She was crying. "I called AAA and they said they would be here in about an hour. I just got off the phone with them."

"Look, I'm a mechanic and I can take a look at it for you and we can go from there." I walked to the front of the car and told her to hit the hood release.

She stepped out of the car and came to where I was standing. She was a beautiful full-figured woman. She wasn't fat or heavy for that matter. She looked like she might be in her early forties with a nice full figure and had meat on her bones type woman. She was dressed like she was going out for the evening. Her dress showed her ample breasts but not in a slutty way. The dress she was wearing came down about two inches above her knees. She had on high heels but they were only a couples of inches high. I guess you would say she was a sexy older woman who looked good for her age.


Age Difference, The Sequel



Note from DG Hear: I wrote this story and most comments wanted to know what happened next. I'll give a short synopsis of the first story so this story will be able to stand alone. If you haven't read part one, you might want too read it first. As always a big thank you to my editor, Techsan, for making this a much better read.

In part one, our story teller was looking for the right woman. He dated younger women and women his own age but didn't feel comfortable till he met Ellen. She was thirty years older than Ted who was twenty-four.

Not only was the age a slight problem but Ellen was married to a politician who, she found out, was in a gay relationship. She has two adult children: her son, a lifer overseas in the service; and a daughter whom she called Cindy Marie, thirty years old and married with two kids of her own.

Ted, our storyteller wanted to spend Valentine's Day with Ellen. They had been lovers in secret for over a month at that point. They were to meet at a very discreet place named The Hidden Hideaway. It was kind of a clandestine hangout for those with secrets. I'll begin this story from what happened at the club. Happy reading!

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Wow, I wondered what the surprise could be. She told me she would do anything for me. I wondered what she had planned.

I got off work at five on Valentine's Day, went home, and cleaned up. I packed an overnight case for the motel at which I had made arrangements. I stopped at the store and bought her a bouquet of flowers and a box of candy in a big heart.

I arrived at The Hidden Hideaway a little early. I wanted a good table at the back of the room. There were a few couples there already kissing and touching each other. I saw one good looking woman sitting by herself in a booth across from where I was sitting. She looked vaguely familiar to me. I thought I would talk to her till Ellen arrived.

"Excuse me. Do we know each other?"

""No, I don't think so. By the way that's the oldest line in the book."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to pick you up. I thought you looked familiar."

"Look, Sweetheart, I'm married with kids. Besides, I'm thirty and probably a little old for you."

I had to laugh. Here we go with the age difference again.

"Just so you know, I'm waiting for my girlfriend. I really wasn't hitting on you. My name's Ted. What's yours?"

"Um... Marie, just call me Marie."

"Well, I really am Ted Baxter. It is my real name."

Right then a good looking black woman came over to see Marie.

"Hi, Cindy. How long have you been waiting for me? Who's your friend here?"

"I'm Ted. Just waiting for my girlfriend. She should be here in a few minutes. Are you waiting for someone? Your friend, Marie ... I mean, Cindy is waiting too. I guess we can all wait together."

"I'm Shala and Cindy was waiting for me. Glad to make your acquaintance, Ted."

With that she sat in the booth next to Marie/Cindy and started kissing her. When I saw Shala put her hand on Cindy's thigh and move it up to her crotch, I said, "Holy shit!" a little too loud.

"You've never seen two women together, have you, Ted?" asked Shala.

"No, I can't say I have."

I heard Shala tell Cindy she would be back in a few minutes; she had to go to the ladies room.

After Shala left, I looked over at Cindy. "Does your husband know you're doing this?" I asked.

"No, it's my little secret and I love having a women touch me. So what's it to you?"

"I'm not judging you but just trying to understand two people of the same sex together. My girlfriend found her husband with another guy and, believe it or not, that's what brought us together. Do your parents know you have a female lover?"

"God, no! I'd be crucified if they found out. My dad's a politician. He'd freak out for ruining the family name. My mom - now there's a story for you. A school teacher all week long and a Sunday school teacher and choir member. Talk about a woman who would spaz out."

Shala came back and sat across from Cindy. "Ever have a woman of color, Ted?" She spread her legs to show me her black pussy.

"Can't say that I have." 

"Do you have something against women of color, Ted?"

"God, no, just never had the opportunity. Of course right now I'm in a relationship. I'm a one woman man."

"What about your girlfriend with the fag husband. Is she monogamous to you?" asked Cindy.

"Yes, I believe she is. Ask her yourself. She'll be here any minute." 

Cindy got up and pulled a chair in front of Shala who was sitting on the edge of the booth. She sat down and put her hand right on Shala's crotch. They started kissing right there. This place was a little wilder than I thought.

I can see why they called it The Hideaway. Just about everything was going on around me. I couldn't wait for Ellen to arrive so we could leave and go to our motel. Shala and Cindy were going at it like they were in a private room somewhere. Each had their hands on the other's twat, oblivious to their surroundings.

I looked up at the door and saw Ellen coming in. She had on a black coat and was smiling as she approached me. She opened her coat to show me that she was dressed like a real slut. I was grinning at her, knowing she did it for me. She had on a halter top and no bra, and four inch high heels. Her nipples pushed through her top. Her skirt barely covered her ass and she had no panties on. She lifted the front of the skirt to show me.

I stood up and handed her the bouquet of flowers and the box of candy.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Ellen."

Cindy and Shala stopped what they were doing and looked at Ellen and me.

"Cindy Marie!" screamed Ellen.

"Mom!" screamed Cindy. 

"Cindy Marie, what are you doing here?" Ellen looked like she had seen a ghost. She had to sit down for a minute.

Now I saw why Cindy looked so familiar. She was a young Ellen; she was a little thinner and her hair was dyed a reddish color.

"Mom, you're dressed like a whore. My God, what are you doing? This guy, Ted, here said he was waiting for his girlfriend. Are you his girlfriend, Mom? You're old enough to be his mother. Please tell me that you're not a prostitute, Mom. My God, I've never seen you dressed like this. Oh, God, Mom, no underpants and you shaved yourself down there. Why, Mom? Please tell me what got into you."

Ellen was shaking but was able to talk. "You aren't exactly Mrs. Saint either, young lady. Since when are you into women? What about Leonard and the kids? Does Leonard know about this other life your leading?"

Shala the black chic interjected, "Hey, Cindy I'm out of here. Your family is way too fucked up for me. You like women, your mom appears to be a hooker, and your dad is a gay politician. It's way too much for me to deal with."

"Hey, Ted, if you ever want that woman of color, look me up. I'm here on Saturdays. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone."

Shala left and Ellen looked at me. She closed her coat and said, "Ted, I'm so sorry. I can't be with you right now. I need to be with my daughter. Cindy and I need to really talk. I'm sorry. I'll call you tomorrow. Thank you so much for the candy and flowers. You are the sweetest man I know and you deserve much better than this." 

She kissed me lightly before she and a very nervous Cindy walked out of the club.

I thought about getting hold of Shala and just shagging her but the problem was I was really in love with Ellen. I just sat there in the club and watched all the action between the different couples. I overheard one couple saying they wish they had a room for the night so I walked over and gave them the key to the motel room I had rented for me and Ellen. I wouldn't be needing it. The guy smiled at me and asked if I was sure. He gave me fifty bucks even though I didn't ask for anything. I told him the room was pre-paid for and just to leave the key on the dresser when he was ready to leave.

They both had wedding rings on so my guess was they were both married, just not to each other.

I stopped by a grocery store and picked up a few wine coolers and a video to watch. I ordered a pizza just the way Ellen liked it, pepperoni, mushrooms and green olives. Wasn't the best Valentine's Day; I was hoping for a lot better. I fell asleep on the couch wondering what the next day might bring.

I didn't get a call from Ellen so I called her later in the day.

"Ellen, it's me - Ted. I really need to talk to you."

"Oh, God, Ted, I'm at the school and can't talk now. I'll call you when I get home. Honey, I'm so sorry about yesterday. We'll talk later. Bye."

Well, at least she called me Honey; I guess that was a good thing. She did call me later from her cell phone on her way home. 

"Ted, I'm on my way home. I know you have a thousand questions and I promise you I will answer all of them. If you don't mind, I'll come and see you Saturday at your apartment. I have just too much to tell you and don't want to do it over a telephone. I do want you to know that I do love you and you don't deserve any of this turmoil."

"Ellen, it's you and only you I'm worried about. I don't want to lose you. I don't care about our ages, I don't care about what your daughter thinks and I damn sure don't care about your fag husband."

"Ted, please..."

"I'm sorry, Ellen, I'm upset. What he does is his business but if it upsets you, it upsets me. Ellen, just tell me that you aren't going to leave me. That's all I want to hear right now." There was a very long pause and I was getting nervous. Then I heard her voice.

"Ted, I love you, I really do. No, I will not leave unless you don't want me, but we still need to talk."

I was confused. She sounded like we would be together but then again she seemed a bit distant. At least she told me we would be together ... I think.

On Saturday, Ellen was at my door. She was dressed in slacks and a nice blouse, kind of like a school teacher. I ordered us in some Chinese food and it arrived shortly after she did.

"Chinese! How did you know I liked Chinese food, Ted?"

"We're soul mates. I figured if I liked Chinese food then you would too."

She leaned over and kissed me gently. "We need to talk while we eat Ted. I don't know where to began. Let me tell you about Cindy first. It's a little easier to explain.

"Her name is Cindy Marie Williams. She told me to tell you how sorry she was for her actions. She did say she didn't lie to you since her middle name is Marie," Ellen smiled.

"Her husband, Leonard, is a workaholic and is always away. They got in a big argument about his working and never home with her or the kids. She was invited out with a group of gals from work. They went to a dancing type lounge. She didn't want to cheat on her husband but got involved with one of the girls who works in the lounge. One thing led to another and she ended up drunk and in the girls apartment. It was Shala, the black girl she was with. She said it was so different and she felt she was getting even with Leonard at the same time.

"She made the date on Valentine's Day with Shala because her husband was out of town again. It had nothing to do with love or the date. I explained to her that cheating with a woman or a man is still cheating. Either she and Leonard should work out their differences or divorce. The life she was about to get into would really hurt her kids who are only seven and five. Hopefully she will heed my warning, but only time will tell. She really is a good daughter.

"She asked me about her dad. She said that your girlfriend told you she caught her husband having sex with another man."

"I'm so sorry, Ellen. I wouldn't have said anything if I knew she knew you, let alone being your daughter."

"It's okay, Ted. It's all out in the open between Cindy and me. She really hates her father right now but I'm sure she can deal with it. She hates more what he did to me than being gay which now she has to deal with. At least he's still in the closet where Cindy says she hopes he stays." That brought another smile from Ellen.

"Okay, Honey. What did Cindy have to say about you and me?"

"She actually said she thought you were nice but way too young for me. She mentioned that you seemed to have a shy boyish charm about you."

"What did she have to say about you?" I asked Ellen.

"I had her scared to death. She thought I had gone crazy and taken up prostitution. She hugged me and cried when we first got in the car. I actually had to calm her down. It's kind of funny now when I think about how stupid I must have looked."

"Not to me, Ellen. I thought you looked very fuckable. I'm sorry! That wasn't a very good word to use."

She smiled at me, "To you I looked good, Ted, because you care for me. To any other man I would have looked like an over-the-hill prostitute. Believe me, it's true.

"Anyway, I told Cindy the whole story about us, right from the time when the car broke down. She had tears when I told her how I care about you and thought you cared about me. She told me, 'Mom, it will never work out between you two. The age difference is just too great.' She could be right; the difference between us is thirty years."

"Shouldn't we at least try instead of just throwing our love away? I know we haven't been together very long - just a month or so - but it feels so right," I remarked.

I continued to listen to what Ellen had told her daughter.

"I told her we were never together till after I found her father was with the other man. Up to that time in my life, I was totally faithful to her father. She knows I'm here with you tonight. She wants to know what happens after today."

"Happens? What do you mean?" I asked Ellen.

"Richard and I - Richard is my husband - I forgot I never told you his name. We had a long discussion about our future and his political career. Also, we had to discuss his new love life.

"Ted, before I say more I have to remind you that we have been married for thirty-two plus years. I always thought we had a normal, maybe even a better than normal marriage. I do feel I owe Richard something for all that time together and for our children, even though they are grown."

"You're going to stay with him, aren't you?" I asked.

"Ted, please hear me out. Richard asked me if I would stay with him through the next election which as you know is in November. For that he will give me enough money and financial help for the rest of my life. It's either that or we would be going to court and get a fifty-fifty split with him getting the house anyway. It's actually in his parents' name. He came from money. He just doesn't have a lot of fluid money. Most of his assets are investments. If we go to court and I make his gay life public, he'll lose everything and probably the election. At first I wanted to hurt him, but not now. Maybe his friend is his sole mate like you are mine.

"I want to stay in the marriage till November elections and then I'll move out to my own apartment. I can retire from teaching in a few years."

"What about us, Ellen? Is there an 'us' in your plans?"

She was looking down at the floor, not a good sign for me.

"Yes, Ted, I do have an idea for us. I think Cindy is right and our age difference is a big issue."

"Please, Ellen, give us a chance..."

"Let me finish, Ted. Our age difference could be a problem up the road so I suggest we stay as lovers. I will come and see you twice a week or whenever we can get together till after the November elections. I have to stay and live in my area so I will be close to the school. I think marriage for us is out for obvious reasons. My daughter and grandkids are a big part of my life too. After the divorce, I'll introduce you to the grandkids as a friend of the family. Then you won't feel as uncomfortable when they are around. Even though you mean the world to me, so do my daughter and grandkids.

"Ted, I'll understand if you don't want this part-time relationship. It's just that I love you and want you in my life but there are other issues..."

"I'll do it. I just want you in my life too. I'll take what I can get for the time being. Do you have to go or can you stay for awhile."

"If you want me, I'm yours for the night. It's to make up for Valentine's day. I'm so sorry. I wanted to be with you so bad but once I saw Cindy, it kind of changed everything."

"What about your husband? Is he good with you being here with me?"

"First off, I told him I have taken a lover after what he did to me but he doesn't know it's you and I would like to keep it that way. Secondly, he doesn't have any say-so in my life anymore. My only promise to him is to be discreet and at his side during the election season. We are moving my stuff into the guest room. I no longer want to sleep with him, especially since I now have you.

"Now, I know you got a glimpse of my surprise for you last week, but would you like to see it up close and personal?" She was smiling at me.

I knew she was talking about shaving her bush off for me. I couldn't believe she would do that for me, but I did get a nice glimpse of it that night before the shit hit the fan.

We both stood up and I was slowly unbuttoning her silky blouse. When her bra began to show, I bent over and kissed the top of her breasts lightly. She pulled my head tightly to her breasts. She was so soft and smelled so good.

"Ted, we have so much more to talk about but I don't want to do it now. All I want right now is for you to hold me and make love to me."

I slid her blouse off her shoulders and placed in on a chair. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra releasing it from her mounds. We walked a couple of steps over to the bed and sat down. I laid her back and began sucking on her nipples and massaging her breasts. I knew we had the whole night and was going to take my time for both of us to enjoy it.

I began to kiss my way down to her tummy. She was making soft moaning noises, not really loud but enough for me to know she was enjoying what I was doing to her.

As I reached her tummy, I sat up and unhooked her belt and unbuttoned her pants. I pulled the zipper down and saw her white panties. I stood up and took her pant legs in each hand and quickly pulled them off, receiving a big laugh from Ellen.

"I love you so much, my young Teddy," she spoke.

I never liked to be called Teddy, but when Ellen said it, it seemed special. I never objected being called Teddy by her.

I saw her mound pressed against her panties. I reached up and pulled them off her legs. Her shaved mound was glistening with a lotion she must have applied. I put her legs over my shoulder and kissed her pussy time and time again. She was smiling and moaning as my tongue darted in and out of her. I would continually kiss her shaved mound. So very soft was her skin. I brought my hand up and separated her cunt lips and kissed at the pink opening underneath I pushed two fingers in her pussy and fingered her till she was moaning louder.

"Teddy, Teddy, it feels so good. Finger me harder. I love it so much. I'm going to come. Teddy, I'm going to come."

She screamed out and I felt my fingers getting soaked with her juices. After her first orgasm subsided she moved up to the middle of the bed as I disrobed.

I laid behind her and pressed my hardened cock against her backside. She reached back and guided it into her already moist pussy. We knew we had the whole night and we stayed awake making love most of it.

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After that night we saw each other pretty much according to plan. The only people who were aware of us as lovers were Cindy, my boss, Brad, and his wife, Julie.

Life was good. Of course I would have liked to see Ellen more often but we settled for what time we could have together. Brad and Julie were used to us being together. We even went out with them a few times. They thought a lot of Ellen also, although they could never understand our being together with such a vast age difference.




Age Difference, The Sequel



As November approached, I saw her less and less. Her agreement with her husband had to take priority till after the elections. I went to one of the political rallies but stood back so Ellen wouldn't see me. She was playing the faithful wife standing by her husband's side just like she promised to do.

As I was standing there, I was tapped on the shoulder. Since I didn't know anyone it scared the shit out of me. I turned around quickly and there stood Cindy.

"Ted, what are you doing here? Mom would shit if she knew you were here. Dad doesn't know who you are and Mom wants to keep it that way."

I smiled at her. "You're as beautiful as your mother when you're mad."

"I'm not mad. I just don't want you to get in trouble. Come with me. You can see better from the balcony."

She grabbed my hand and almost pulled me into the hallway. She showed a special pass and was able to go upstairs. She was right; the view of the stage was much better. We sat down in a couple of chairs in the front row of the balcony. I noticed she never let go of my hand. She was so much like her mother and even used the same cologne. If I wasn't in love with her mother and if she was single, I could easily have made a play for her.

"Where's Leonard tonight?" I asked.

"Out of town on business as usual. I'm doing my best to hold this marriage together for the sake of the boys, but it's not going too good."

"I can't understand it. A beautiful wife at home and two sons of their young ages. It's the time to really enjoy them and the idiot's out working. I'm sorry, it's none of my business and I shouldn't speak badly about a man I don't even know."

Cindy smiled at me. "Mom's a really lucky woman. If it wasn't for you and your tenderness towards her, she would have gone bonkers by now. I know I said I didn't approve of you two being together but you have to understand it was only an age thing. After Mom's divorce you're more than welcome to come by and visit the boys. I know Mom would love that."

"Thank you, Cindy. I can't tell you how much that means to me. Maybe we can all go to the park or zoo together. We can be one big happy family. Hell, even Leonard can come with us if he's ever home."

I was watching Ellen and Richard on stage and was looking at all the guys behind Richard.

"The young one in the gray suit behind Dad. I know you're trying to figure out which guy is Dad's friend. He's the one in the gray suit."

I was shaking my head. "I'm sorry. It's just so hard to believe that a man would give up a wonderful wife like Ellen and a beautiful daughter like you and his grandkids, all for another guy. I just don't understand it."

"It's okay now that Mom has you. Hell, I wish Leonard was half as nice to me as you are to Mom. I've never seen her so happy."

I left for home shortly after the rally. I thanked Cindy for staying with me. She told a few people that I was a friend of the family. At least I didn't have to say anything but "Hello, nice to meet you."

Ellen called me the next day and was a little aggravated at me for being at the rally, but she got over it quickly. She did tell me that she wouldn't be able to see me for the next two weeks. It was too close to the election and they were watched pretty closely.

It was a lonely couple of weeks without even talking to Ellen. Cindy did call me a couple of times to relay a few messages. She made me feel like part of the family but told me she would never call me Dad. It really made me laugh; I never even thought about that - having a daughter six years older than me. Of course Ellen and I wouldn't be getting married. We wouldn't even be living together for a few years till she retired from teaching.

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The election was finally over and Richard won. Ellen had to attend all the afterglow parties that went on for a good month. She told me she would be moving out of the house the first of the year. She would be looking for a place to lease for now. Most of the financial assets were already transferred into her own accounts. She listed Cindy as her beneficiary in case anything should ever happen to her. The thought of something happening to her gave me an upset stomach. I would have a hard time living without my soul mate.

It was near the holiday time and I was supposed to go visit my folks in Kentucky for a couple of weeks. I didn't get to see them that often and wanted to spend some time with them. I asked Ellen to come with me but she told me it would be impossible and besides if I showed up with a woman older than my dad, my parents would probably have a heart attack. We both laughed, knowing it was probably true.

Ellen and I spent a night together before I left. She had me sit naked in a chair and knelt before me. She put her tiny hand at the base of my hard cock.

"Ellen, no! I know you don't like doing that."

"You always do it for me and I want to do something special for you," she said as she wrapped her lips over the head of my cock. 

She pushed her warm mouth up and down over my shaft. "Do you want to cum this way? she said after pulling her lips away for a few seconds.

"No, I want to cum on your breasts," I said.

"I not quite sure I understand, Teddy."

I laid on the bed on my back and had Ellen squeeze her big breasts together around my cock.

"I've always wanted to do this with you," I said, as she masturbated my cock by squeezing my cock between her huge breasts and moving in an up and down motion.

"Ellen, I'm about to cum."

"Cum, Teddy, cum all over my tits. Oh, yes, that's it, baby, I feel you shooting your load all over me."

She moved faster and faster till my cock softened and her breasts were drenched in my juices. We had to rest awhile before I could get it up again that night.

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Brad closed the garage for three weeks during the holidays so he could spend more time with his family also. My parents were so glad to see me. They asked me what I've been doing lately and if there was a woman in my life.

I told them there was and I really loved her.

"Is she single or divorced?" asked Mom.

"She's in the process of a divorce, Mom."

"Kids? Does she have any kids?" asked Mom.

I had to laugh at my mother with all the questions. I wanted to be honest with them without telling them about Ellen's age.

"Yes, Mom, she has two kids. Now stop with all the questions. She's beautiful and has a great personality. If you want to know more about her then you will have to come up and visit me," I laughed, knowing they would never leave Kentucky.

I went hunting and fishing with my dad. I had forgotten how much fun it was. I thought about Cindy's boys and maybe I'd take them fishing. Every boy ought to go fishing in his life. Dad and I walked through the woods. It was always so special being with my dad. I guess it's all the little things that count. We never realize it till later in life. Dad always told me if I ever had kids to spend time with them. It's the memories with them that last for a life time. He was so right.

It made me think about Cindy's boys some more. Here they were and the only memories they had about their dad was that he was always gone. So sad. 

I left after New Year's Day and headed for home. I was both anxious to get back to Ellen and at the same time sad having to leave my parents. I had to laugh when they said maybe they would come up and see me this summer. Getting them away from the farm would be harder than pulling out your own teeth. I kissed my mom and gave my dad a big bear hug.

When I got home I called Ellen first thing.

She sounded happy and sad when she answered the phone.

"What is it, Ellen? You sounded a bit distraught when you answered the phone."

"Hi, Teddy, it's so good to hear your voice and know you made it home safely. How are your parents doing?"

"We can talk about that later, Honey. Do you have a problem?" I asked.

"Not me. I'm fine but I feel sorry for Cindy Marie," replied Ellen.

"My God, is she alright? She's not sick is she?"

"No, it's her husband, Leonard. He has been having an affair on the west coast. I guess he has a girlfriend and a child out there. He admitted it to Cindy on Christmas day of all times. He didn't come home for Christmas and called her and told her of his girlfriend. He wants a divorce so he can marry her and live out there. He doesn't give a damn about Cindy or the boys."

It must be bad to make Ellen swear. I know she never liked or trusted Leonard and now I can see why. Ellen was not a hateful person.

"It's probably best for Cindy to get rid of the son-of-a bitch, but that's a hell of a time to tell her. How are she and the boys taking it.?

"Cindy's okay now but it was a little rough at first. She's a little worried about the boys not having a male image in their life..."

"They will have one, Ellen. Me! As long as you don't mind, we can take the boys different places. I realized how much I loved fishing with my dad and I want to take the boys. I know you and I won't be having kids so do you think Cindy would mind if I was their male image?"

I could hear Ellen tearing up on the phone. She was such a softie. One of the things I loved about her.

"Mind? Cindy would love it. She thinks a lot of you and of course Brian and Bart are my grand babies. I'd love to take them places with you. Oh, I forgot to tell you that I am almost totally moved out of my house. Cindy and I have a few more things to pickup at the house and I'll be completely moved."

"Where did you move to, Ellen?" I asked.

"Well, I moved in with Cindy and the boys. I felt so bad for her and she asked me to move in with her. I really do think I'm going to love it. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, I'm fine with that. We'll have to make love at my place. I don't want to do it in front of the kids or Cindy for that matter." I laughed.

"Don't you worry, Teddy. You won't have to go without. I can assure you of that." She laughed back.

I went over to Cindy's the following weekend. Ellen greeted me at the door. Cindy and the boys came back from the store a few minutes later. I had met them before but I didn't talk to them a lot. All they knew was that I was friends with their mother and grandmother.

They said hi to me and I thought I would talk to them and try and get to know them better.

"Hey, guys. Have you ever been fishing?"

They shook their heads, indicating that they had not.

"I was on vacation and went finishing with..." I stopped talking. I didn't want to mention the word dad. "...my family. Would you guys like me to take you fishing?"

"Yeah," said Brian. "Can Mom and Grandma come too?"

"Of course, we can all go next Saturday. I'll make sure we have everything we need. You guys will love it."

I looked over at Cindy and she was smiling. Ellen said, "We'll pack a lunch and everything. This will be so much fun." She looked over at me as if to say thank you.

We went fishing and had a great time. I didn't realize that both Ellen and Cindy knew how to fish. One thing for sure is that they knew how to pack a lunch. 

Cindy gave me a hug and thanked me for taking the boys fishing.

"They never get to go out much, so I really do appreciate it." She gave me another big hug. She felt so soft, just like her mother.

"This is just a start, Cindy. We're going to be one big happy family if you don't mind. We'll go to ball games and the zoo. We can go anywhere they want to go. I just don't want them calling me grandpa," I laughed.

Every other week I went to Cindy and Ellen's house and we took the kids somewhere. The two sweet little tykes were going to have good childhood memories just like I did. I was going to see to that.

On the opposite weekend, Ellen came to my place and we had our own special plans. Valentine's day was approaching again. I wanted to try again this year. I told Ellen to meet me at the same place as usual, meaning The Hidden Hideaway.

I was waiting for her when Shala came in with another girlfriend.

"Hi there, Ted, long time no see. Waiting for someone again?" asked Shala.

"Believe it or not, I'm waiting for my girlfriend again. Hopefully it will end better this year," I replied.

"How's Cindy doing? She sure is one pretty gal, and tastes good too," Shala laughed.

"She's fine and home with her kids," I replied, trying not to react to Shala's remarks.

Shala and her new girlfriend, who was also black, went to a booth and started their petting. Shala spread her legs and showed me her pussy to let me know she wasn't wearing panties.

"As I said, Ted, anytime you want to dive in, just give me a call."

Right then, I looked toward the door and in came Ellen. She was dressed to kill but not the prostitute look this year. She was wearing a red silk blouse and a black mini skirt. I got up and kissed her. I gave her a heart shaped box of chocolates and a small bouquet of flowers. I showed her the key to our motel room and off we went.

After that day, life went on really good. Both Cindy and Ellen received their divorce decrees the same week and believe it or not the three of us went out and celebrated. I danced with both women. I have to admit I loved both of them but only Ellen and I ever made love.

We did take the boys everywhere. They saw their first professional baseball game. In fact the five of us enjoyed it so much that we went to three games. In June we went to the Cedar Point amusement park. We all took turns riding rides together. We truly were one happy family. 

Ellen wanted to go to the beach, so we did. We sat on the sand and watched the boys trying to make sand castles. Ellen wore a nice one piece bathing suit and really looked good for her age. Cindy had on a two piece and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Ellen saw me staring at her.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" asked Ellen.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been staring. Please forgive me."

"If you didn't stare, I would wonder if something was wrong with you. Cindy is my daughter and I have to wonder if I looked that good when I was her age. I know you care for her and she likes you too. She's my daughter, and I love her. I'm old, not blind," Ellen laughed.

Cindy came over smiling, "What's so funny, Mom?"

"Teddy was staring at you and I told him how I wondered if I looked that good when I was your age."

"Mom, you still look great. Ted, were you staring at my boobs?" laughed Cindy.

I was beet red with embarrassment. I wasn't sure what to say or whether to say anything at all.

"It's okay, Ted. I checked out your package too. Mom's told me a lot about you so I couldn't help but look," replied Cindy. "Besides a woman shouldn't dress this way if she doesn't want to be noticed. Just so you know, they are real. I take after Mom and so I know you know how they feel." Ellen and Cindy both started laughing at me. 

I started a sand fight with both women. I was just trying to get sand in their suits. I saw some nice boobs on both women and I think Cindy got a sneak peek at my package. Ellen had seen it many times. Anyway we all succeeded in our sand fight and had to go in the lake to get rinsed off.

Life was so good and we all got along so well. The boys always greeted me the door when I came over. I was beginning to love them. We played games and catch together. Ellen and Cindy came out and joined us many times. We were like a fairytale family.

One day I came over to see Cindy and Ellen.

"What's the matter, Ted? I've never seen you like this," said Ellen. "Why are you so nervous?"

"I just got off the phone with my parents. They are coming up to meet my girlfriend and her kids."

"God, no, Ted, what have you told them about me? Do they know about our age difference? What did you tell them?" said a very nervous Ellen.

"I told them you were a very beautiful and wonderful person and that you had two kids."

"What else?" asked Ellen.

"I told them I was in love with you and if they wanted to know anymore about you that they would have to come to Ohio and meet you. So that's exactly what they decided to do. They will be here next Friday and will be going home Sunday. I'm scared stiff. Do you have any suggestions? Do you want me to call them and tell them the truth before they get here?"

Cindy walked in the room. "Somebody die? What's with you two?" asked Cindy.

"Ted's parents are coming here to meet Ted's latest girlfriend. I get the feeling that they think I'm a lot younger than fifty-five. We're trying to figure out how to break it to them gently. Knowing your son's girlfriend is older than his parents might not go over too well."

Cindy laughed. "Just 'fess up, you two. I told you this might happen."

"Cindy, Honey, will you do me a big favor?" asked Ellen.

"No, Mom, I know what your going to say. You want me to pretend that I'm Ted's girlfriend, don't you?" remarked Cindy.

"Cindy Marie, it's only for three days. It's not like you have to sleep with him. Just act like you like him. His parents think his girlfriend is divorced and has two kids. Ted told them that his girlfriend is beautiful and sexy. Well, I added the sexy part but you sure fit the part."

"Mom, I wouldn't have to act. Ted is one of the nicest guys I know but I don't think he wants to lie to his parents."

"Yes, I do ... I mean, I can. It's only for less than three days. Please, Cindy, do it for your mom and me. You don't really have to do anything. Just tell them the truth about whatever you want. They'll probably never come back this way again."

"Okay, I'll do it but you two are going to owe me big. Ted, I don't want you trying to grab my boobs," she laughed. "What about the boys? I'm not going to have them lie."

"They don't know the truth about me and Ted anyway. Just let them be themselves. If Ted's parents are anything like Ted, they're going to love the boys."

The following week my parents came down and I rented a motel not too far from Ellen and Cindy's place. I got me a room in the same motel for a couple of nights. We went over to visit Ellen and Cindy. I was really nervous and I knew it showed.

"Calm down, Ted. I know we're going to love her. You say that she has two kids ages six and eight named Brian and Bart. Her mother lives with them and her name is Ellen. Okay, everything will be fine."

I knocked on the door and Ellen answered it. "Ellen, how are you tonight? This is my mom and dad, I'm sorry, Mary and Harold Lewis. Mom, Dad, this is Ellen, Cindy's mother, and one of the nicest women you'll ever want to meet."

"Hi, Ellen, so nice to meet you. Is Cindy your only daughter?" my parents asked.

"Yes, I have a son also but he's in the service stationed overseas," replied Ellen.

Cindy came in the room. "Honey, are you going to introduce me to your parents?" asked a smiling Cindy.

"Mom, Dad, this is Cindy, the woman you seem to want to know about."

"You really are beautiful, Cindy," said my dad. "Of course I can see where you get your good looks," he said as he looked over at Ellen.

"Don't mind him, Cindy. He always flirts with the ladies. He's really harmless," said my mother.

"Thank you for the compliments. Now I see where Ted got his looks and personality also," replied Cindy.

The next few days were really different. Every once in awhile I'd put my arm around Cindy or kissed her on the cheek. Mom and Dad loved the boys. They talked to them as though they would be their future grand children without really saying it. They bought them gifts and we all went fishing together on Saturday. Mom asked Ellen if she would mind staying home with her since she didn't really care to fish. So it was Cindy, me, dad and the boys fishing together. 

Before they left, Ellen, mom, dad and I were talking while Cindy was doing something with the boys. My dad kind of hit me by surprise with what he said. 




Age Difference, The Sequel



"Ted, even though Cindy is quite a bit older than you we love her to death. The boys are great and we hope that someday you guys might get hitched. You do have a problem though. You aren't lovey dovey enough. A woman wants to know she's loved. If you love Cindy, kiss her like you mean it. Those pecks on the cheek you've been giving her just don't cut it. Show her she's loved."

"Dad, we don't usually kiss like that in front of other people."

"Hog wash! If you love the gal, let her know it. When she comes in the room lay one on her. Isn't that right, Ellen? Shouldn't a man show his true feeling to his sweetheart?"

"Um, ah, well, sure, I guess so. They kissed passionately in front of me many times," replied Ellen.

"If you can kiss her in front of her mother then show her how much you care in front of your mom and me," replied Dad.

Ellen was doing everything she could trying not to laugh. Here I was getting ready to kiss Cindy passionately in front of Ellen and my mom and dad.

I stood up and when Cindy walked into the room I pulled her into my arms and gave her a very passionate kiss. At first she started to stop me and then played along, putting her arms around my neck and pulling me to her.

"There, Dad, is that better?" I asked.

Cindy smiled at Dad and said, "He does that all the time. I'm sorry he did it in front of you. I told him to have manners while you were here. Usually he tries to grab my boobs. Thank God he didn't do that in front of you."

"It's fine, Honey, Harold has been doing that to me for thirty years now," my mom said sarcastically.

My parents were getting ready to leave and everyone was hugging everyone. My dad told Ellen what a fine looking woman she was and if she ever wanted to come down to Kentucky he knew a lot of men who would love to take her out. It brought a blush to Ellen's face.

When Mom hugged Cindy she told her to give me a chance. I was probably not that good in the romance department. It made Cindy laugh. "Just so you know, Mary, Ted's a great kisser and an even better lover. Your son's one wonderful man."

Mom told me, "Hang on to this one, son. She's a doll and very smart too. We don't care that she's six years older than you. When you're in your sixties it won't make any difference."

Dad was even funnier. "If she looks as good as her mom when she's fifty-five, you shouldn't have any problem getting it up. Take care, son, and remember we love you."

My parents were two people who said what they were thinking. I loved them to death, but was glad the charade was over.

We made it through the weekend. Ellen and Cindy both played their parts great. I really hated lying to my parents but at the time it looked like the right decision. I guess we would see what happens as time goes on.

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Our life went on and things seemed great, until one day Ellen went to the doctor and said she had to be tested for tumors on her pancreas. Cindy and I were worried sick. Ellen was the center of both of our lives.

I took her to the hospital for them to take their tests. She got a call two days later. It turned up positive for cancer. She would have to have the tumors removed if she were to have any chance at all.

"What are my chances of a normal life if I have the surgery doctor?" asked Ellen.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Ellen. You have maybe a twenty-five percent of making it if you have the surgery," replied the doctor.

"Twenty-five percent? That's hardly worth getting cut open for," replied Ellen. "How long do I have if I just let it go?"

"Maybe four months. Close to the New Year," replied the doctor.

"What about pain, doctor?" asked Ellen.

"We have pain killers that will help you a lot. Maybe the last two weeks you will feel it much worse. We would have you admitted to the hospital and give you morphine. Or whatever else you need so you won't feel the pain."

Cindy and I were both crying. We wanted to tell Ellen to take the chance, even if it was only twenty-five percent, have the surgery. We didn't want her to give up.

She looked at us. "It's not giving up. It's just letting go. I don't want all the pain and suffering when it's almost a sure thing I won't make it. I believe in God and I believe he does have a better place for me. It says he has a mansion already prepared for me. Let's just take these last few months and make the best of them."

She lived her last few months to the fullest. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving and Christmas. Our little family spent as much time as possible together. We even made love up to the last month. It was because Ellen asked me to make love to her. It was usually a massage or oral. We tried regular sex but because of the pain killers, I didn't think she was feeling anything. I continued to rub her legs and feet for her. She always loved that.

The last two weeks she was in the hospital. She had many guests come to see her. So many students that she taught throughout the years and had grown up came to see her. Even her ex-husband Richard showed up at the hospital.

The last time I talked to her she told me how much she loved me and would miss me. She said the last two years were the best of her life. I was crying when she said, "Teddy, I need you to take care of and watch over my Cindy Marie and my two grand babies. I need to know that you will do that for me."

I was crying now. "I promise you that I will see that they are taken care of."

I kissed her gently and left the hospital. I got a call a couple of hours later from Cindy that my Ellen had passed. It was January the fifteenth; I know I'll never forget it. She made it passed the holidays. She said she wasn't going to ruin Christmas for the boys again. It was the way my Ellen was. Always putting everyone else first.

I left work and told Brad I needed a few days off. He was a great boss and friend and told me to take all the time I needed.

I called Cindy and asked her if she needed any help with the arrangements?

"Oh, Ted, I miss her already. I want her back so much."

I was crying too, "Do you need me to help with anything?"

"No, my dad said he was going to take care of all the arrangements. Where was he when she was alive. I guess I'm just bitter about the way he treated Mom. Maybe he's getting some kind of remorse."

"Do you need me to come by so you can have a shoulder to cry on? I feel I need to do something."

"Leonard, my ex, is coming by and will be here till after the funeral. I can't very well make him stay at a motel since his sons are here. He can sleep in Mom's bed for a few nights. I wish he wouldn't have even come at all. You're more of a father to the boys than he ever was."

"Okay, Cindy, I'm here for you if you need anything, anything at all. Tell the boys I miss them and will see them at the funeral home. Unless you call me, I'll see you at the funeral home also."

I called my folks to tell them that Ellen died. I had called them when the tumors were discovered and she was given four months to live.

"Son, take care of Cindy. She really needs you now. We could tell that she and her mom were close and now she will need you even more to have you to lean on. The boys lost their grandmother too. Watch over them also."

It sounded like my parents gave me the same lecture as Ellen. Only problem is how do I take care of Cindy? The best I could do is be there for her and I already made that offer.

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I didn't hear from Cindy so I waited and went to the funeral home. I didn't expect what I saw. Hundreds of cars in the parking lot. I ended up parking in an overflow lot at the funeral home. I went inside and there was a long ... make that an extremely long ... line of people waiting to pay their respects to Ellen. I never knew Ellen had so many friends. It shouldn't have been a surprise since she was a school teacher for over thirty years. Plus her ex-husband being in politics brought out a lot of people.

Instead of getting in line, I walked over to another side door of the room where Ellen was laid out. It was full of people standing or sitting talking to one another. I spotted the casket and tears welled up in my eyes. To the right of the casket stood Richard, her ex, and Cindy. They were greeting all the guests.

Cindy glanced up and saw me. She said something to her dad and made her way to the door to see me. She must have been crying a lot since her eyes were so red. She came up to me and put her arms around me and gave me a long hug. I didn't need to say anything but I did cry along with her.

"Mom's gone. Ted, I miss her so much," she cried.

Cindy then took me by the hand and took me up to meet her dad. The people in line were surprised but no one said anything.

"Dad, this is a very good friend of mine and a good friend of Mom's also. Ted Lewis, this is my dad, Richard."

"Glad to meet you, Ted. Sorry it has to be on such a sad occasion."

"She was a wonderful woman, sir, and will be sadly missed," I said.

Cindy held onto my arm as we walked the few steps to view the casket where my Ellen laid.

I did my best not to cry any more than I already had. The majority of people there had no idea who I was.

Right then I felt two little boys come up to me. "Ted, Grandma died. Mommy said she was going to go live with God," cried little Bart.

"Your mom is right and I know we'll all miss her but she will always be with you in your heart. Just think of all the nice things about her and you will feel better."

Cindy had to get back to the guests and Brian and Bart came over to one of the couches to sit with me. I got a really ugly stare from Leonard when the boys chose to sit with me. He was never a father for them; he was too busy with his other family out west somewhere.

I went home a very lonely person. I went back the next day to go to the funeral. Cindy had me listed as family so I could be near the front of the procession. The boys asked if they could ride with me; Cindy glared at Leonard and said that they could. It was a real slap in the face to Leonard. It was in a small way Cindy getting back at Leonard.

I drove the boys home after the service and they went into the house. There were a number of people there and I decided not to go in. I was about to get back into my car when Leonard approached me.

"Who the hell are you anyway?" asked Leonard.

"Not that it's any of your business but I was good friends with Ellen and Cindy." I didn't like this guy. He was arrogant and pushy.

"So are you Cindy's latest boyfriend? Trying to take over all the duties of a father and husband? Cindy let you in her pants yet?" he snickered.

I couldn't help myself when I gave him a hard right to the stomach. I leaned him up against the car and had my hand around his throat.

"You arrogant son of a bitch. Cindy has just lost her mother and you're here wondering who she's fucking instead of giving her the support she needs. You are one poor excuse for a man and useless as a father. If I ever hear of you bad-mouthing Cindy again, I'll hunt you down and kill you. Do we understand each other?"

A crowd had gathered looking at us. Cindy came out and told me I'd better leave. I pushed Leonard to the side and got in my car.

"Remember what I said, you useless bastard. I'm sorry, Cindy, I'm really sorry," I said as I drove off.

I didn't call Cindy after that. What could I say or do? I should have had a lot more composure at the time but I was vulnerable too. I had no one but Cindy to really share my loss with.

About a week went by and I got a call from Cindy.

"I'm so sorry, Cindy. God, I'm a real ass... and at Ellen's funeral. Please forgive me. I don't know what got into me."

"You don't need to apologize. Some of my friends told me they overheard the conversation and how Leonard baited you. He's such an asshole and got what he deserved. I'm sorry I asked you to leave but I knew it was the only way to defuse the situation. Thank you so much for sticking up for me and the boys."

"Cindy, I promised your mother that I would always be here for you and the boys. All you have to do is ask and I'll be there. Your dad didn't seem to be such a bad guy except for his sexual preference."

"Let's not go there right now, Ted. It's still a pretty touchy situation with me. I called to let you know that I'll be busy the next couple of weeks. I have to settle mom's accounts and all. Thank God she had everything set-up and in order before her death."

"She was that kind of woman. Good at everything, kind, gracious, not to mention beautiful. She's lucky to have a daughter following in her footsteps."

"Thanks again for everything, Ted. I'll call you when things get settled down."

I wasn't sure if this was a brush off or if Cindy was serious. As I had mentioned earlier, she was a young Ellen. If ever a daughter and mother were alike, it was these two.

Almost two more weeks went by and it was Valentine's Day again and my Ellen was gone. She and Cindy were my new family. I loved Cindy's two boys too. Now it would all change. With Ellen now gone I was afraid to go see Cindy. I would just have to wait and see if she would contact me. I loved her almost as much as I loved her mother. Funny how they were so much alike. I had to get out of the apartment; I couldn't be here alone on Valentine's Day.

I decided to go to The Hidden Hideaway. It was where I went the last two years with Ellen. The first year there was the fiasco with Cindy, Shala and of course Ellen. The second year was when Ellen and I tried again. That time we made it to our room and made love all night. The memories made me smile.

As I walked in I saw Shala sitting at one of the tables. "What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"Oh, I have a lot of friends that come here and it's kind of an interesting place to hang out. I know one of my friends will show up sooner or later," she laughed.

She was right about that. You never know what you might see. She asked me if I was ready to try a woman of color.

"Maybe another time. I actually came here to reminisce. I lost Ellen last month and this was kind of our Valentine's Day place."

As we were talking I looked up at the entrance and in came Cindy. She was dressed a little slutty, but looked as sexy as hell and was looking at me and Shala sitting there talking. I couldn't believe that only a month after her mom's death that she was there again to see Shala.

Shala smiled until Cindy came up to me and handed me a box of candy, a bouquet of flowers and a note.

Cindy spoke to me almost crying. "Please read the note. Mom gave it to me just before she died."

"Dearest Cindy Marie:

I know my time is almost up. I need a special favor from you. Please take care of my Teddy. I know he loves you as much as he loves me. Even though he's younger than you, you'll find he is the best, most considerate lover on this earth. He would also make a terrific husband and father for the right woman. (Do you get my drift here?)

I know he will be alone on Valentine's Day. He'll probably be at The Hidden Hideaway reminiscing about old times. If you love him like I think you do, go to him. He always buys a box of chocolates in a heart shape box and a small bouquet of flowers.

Don't go if you don't love him. I don't want to see him hurt. If you decide to go see him, consider shaving your bush. Believe me, you won't regret it.

Again take care of Teddy and my two grand babies. If you ever have a girl, name her Ellen.

I love you so much.

Love,

Mom"

When I finished reading the note I was crying. I looked up at Cindy and she handed me a room key and gave me a big smile, but had tears in her eyes.

Epilogue:

Cindy and I got married a month later and our daughter Ellen will be born sometime in November. Even my parents made the trip to Ohio again. They said they wouldn't miss our wedding for anything in the world. Besides they wanted to see their grandchildren. I suspect they will be traveling back in November to see the birth of little Ellen.

You gotta love Valentine's Day. It's one special day I'll never forget.

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Thank you for reading my story

Comments are always welcome

DG Hear

I know the sequel could have gone a number of ways. Lesbian sex, group or interracial. If anyone wants to write their own sequel, feel free to do so. I'm sure the readers would love to read alternate endings.



Age Difference



I opened the hood and let the smoke disappear. I looked around and saw that her fan belt was broken and of course the car overheated.

"Is it bad? What am I going to do? I don't live anywhere near here and I don't know this neighborhood."

"I'm Ted, Ted Baxter. I'm a mechanic and I live just down the road a bit. What is your name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Ellen. What about my car?"

"Well, Ellen, if you called AAA then they will need to take your car someplace to be repaired. You broke a fan belt, it stopped your fan from going around and keeping the water going into your engine cool. So it overheated. You need to get the fan belt replaced and hopefully you don't have any engine damage, but we won't know that till we get a new fan belt on it."

"I don't know where to take it. As I said, I'm not from around here."

"Ellen, I have an idea if you want to do it. I'll call AAA and have them take it to the garage I work at. My boss, Brad, is still there and he can fix it for you."

"What about AAA? I already called them. What can I do while they are repairing it?"

"AAA will take it to our garage and while Brad repairs it, I'll drop you off wherever you were going. When it's repaired you can pick it up. If that's okay with you?"

"Umm... okay, see if your boss can do it."

I called Brad. "Brad, this is Ted. I can use a little favor. This lady is broke down on Main St. And has called AAA. I checked her car and she needs a fan belt. AAA will be here in an hour. Any chance on you fixing the fan belt if we have the car brought there?"

"Is she a looker?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Older?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a plan?" he laughed.

"Yes, she'll be by later to pick up the car."

"You better get lucky on this one," he laughed again. "I'll call you on your cell when the car arrives."

"Thanks, Brad."

"No problem. Good luck."

"Well, Ellen, Brad is going to wait for your car to come in and he'll give me a call and tell us the damage. He also is calling AAA to let them know where to bring the car. Do you have any plans? Somewhere I can reach you when he calls me."

She had tears in her eyes. "I don't know what I'm doing. I guess I'll just go in some coffee shop and wait for you to call me."

"Nonsense. I was just going home for dinner. Would you like to join me?"

"No, I can't do that. You seem like a nice man but I don't even know you."

"Do you have a better suggestion? It's going to be a few hours before the car gets there and he gets it repaired."

"Ted, this might seem forward of me but if I bought you dinner could we have dinner together. That way we'll be together when your boss calls."

"That sounds fine, Ellen. Put your car key under your floor mat and bring your belongings with you. Brad, will call us later."

She did as I asked her and I opened the door for her as she slipped into the front seat. I saw some thigh and some more of her breasts. I'm pretty sure she saw me looking but didn't say anything.

I headed to a nice family style restaurant and asked for a table near the back. Ellen looked very nervous. I wasn't sure why but I was going to find out. She had a big stone on her wedding finger.

"Do you want to talk about it, Ellen? I know you must have a problem. A woman as pretty as you in this neighborhood doesn't make a lot of sense unless you're visiting someone."

"Does it show that bad? I'm so sorry. I'm so confused. My new year didn't start out the greatest."

"Ellen, you need to get it off your chest. I'm a good listener. Give me a chance."

Our waitress showed up and took our order. We ordered coffee to drink till our meals came.

"I don't know if I can talk to a complete stranger about my marital problems."

"So your married, Ellen. For how long?" I figured I would just ask her a few questions to help break the ice.

"Thirty-two years. We've been married for thirty-two years and I never knew."

"My God, Ellen did you get married when you were twelve? Was he having an affair, Ellen?" 

"Worse than that." She was starting to cry.

I moved to the chair next to her instead of across from her. I held her hands until she gained control again. 

"At a New Year's party I saw him with another man. He was giving him a ..."

"It's okay, Ellen. I understand. Does he know you know?"

"No, we had gone in separate cars. He had an appointment and said he would be there later. I went to the ladies room and saw him in a bedroom on his knees in front of the man. The door was cracked open slightly and I just happened to look when I heard sounds coming from the room. They were too engrossed to even notice me. I left crying and locked our bedroom door so he wouldn't come in. He didn't even come home. I cried myself to sleep. He called me this morning and said he was sorry he missed me at the party but arrived late and just stayed at a friend's place that night."

"Is that why you're out tonight, Ellen. All dressed up and no place to go?"

"Yes," she had tears in her eyes again. "God, I'm so stupid. I was going to go out and have an affair and throw it at him. I'm so stupid. What man would want an old lady like me."

"What? Are you kidding me? You are one beautiful woman, Ellen. Any man of any age would be proud to be with you. I know I would."

She smiled, it was nice to see. "Stop it, Ted. I'm old enough to be your mother. My God, I'm fifty-four years old"

"You got to be kidding. I figured forty-two, maybe forty-four. I can't believe you're fifty-four. Ellen, please don't take this wrong, but you are one beautiful lady and I would give anything to spend time with you. I know I'm young but there is something special and sexy about you."

Our meals came right then and we stopped talking and began to eat. As we were eating my cell phone rang. It was Brad.

"Hey, good buddy, how's it going? Getting anywhere? You can say what you want to the lady but the truth is I'll be finished with her car in about twenty minutes. No damage other than the fan belt. I'll fill her radiator with antifreeze and she will be good to go. Her repair bill and keys will be on the counter. Good luck."

"Thanks, Brad, that's very good news. Thanks for staying later and doing my friend a favor. Yeah, okay, I understand. About two hours, sounds good. Okay, see you tomorrow. Bye."

I looked over at Ellen and knew she was thinking about what I had said earlier. The funny part is I meant every word I said to her. She really did turn me on.

"That was Brad on the phone. Your car will be finished in a couple of hours. Luckily it was only your fan belt and he can replace it. It shouldn't be very expensive and of course AAA paid for the tow. Looks like this is a better day than you thought." 

"So what do I do for the next couple of hours. I think the restaurant has seen enough of us."

The waitress brought our bill and I went to pay for it.

"No, it's my treat. I promised you dinner and I'm paying for it," said Ellen.

She left enough money for the bill and a nice tip. We got up and headed out the door to my car.

"What do we do for the next couple of hours, Ted? I can wait at the garage till my car is finished if you have other things to do."

"I'm with most sexy looking woman and she isn't going to get away that easily." She smiled again; she had such a pretty smile.

I opened the car door and she slipped in. Again I saw a lot of thigh through the slit in her skirt. Of course she did have on panty hose. She looked up and caught me looking. She didn't say anything but she did have a slight smile on her face.

"Where are we going, Ted?

"I need to stop at my place and clean up a little. I know I smell of oil since I work it a garage. We'll only be a few minutes."

"Ted, I don't know about going to..."

"It's okay, Ellen, I promise to be a gentleman and won't do anything without your permission. I do need to clean up."

My apartment is small with a kitchen, combination living room and bedroom, and a bathroom. I usually kept it fairly clean. I remember from when I was growing up, my mom always telling me to clean my room and make my bed first thing in the morning. I guess that stayed with me through life. I did have a couch and sofa along with my bed and one dresser. I didn't have a kitchen table, didn't need one. I always sat on the couch to watch TV.

Ellen looked nervous as we went into my apartment. I could see her mind was going in a hundred different directions. I was sure this wasn't something she was in the habit of doing. I took her by the hands and assured her everything would be okay. She was trembling and by instinct I wrapped my arms around her and she smelled and felt so good. I hugged her gently and felt her breasts against my chest.

She finally spoke, "Kiss me, Ted. I know I'm older than you but I need to be wanted, to be held, to be kissed..." 

I stopped her talking with a tender gentle kiss to her lips ... and another ... then another. We couldn't stop, the kisses were getting harder and more passionate. I knew I wanted this woman, this woman old enough to be my mom. I didn't care, right then I wanted her and she needed me.

"Take me, Ted, please do it now. If I wait, I know I'll back away. Please take me."

I knew I still kind of smelled from the garage but it was basically my clothes. I always cleaned up before leaving the garage. I reached behind Ellen as we were kissing and unzipped her dress and pulled it off her ample breasts and let it fall to her hips and then I pushed it over her hips and down to the floor. We stopped kissing for a second as I bent down and pulled her panty hose over her ass and as she sat on the end of the bed I pulled them off each leg.

I quickly took off my shirt and jeans, although I left on my briefs and for some reason my socks. I didn't want to waste valuable time taking them off. Ellen had her hands folded over her mouth, probably wondering what she was doing so I didn't want her thinking about it. I took her by the hands as she stood up and then began kissing her again.

She didn't talk as we kissed but I could feel her tremble. I believe she was somewhere between nervous and anxious as I unclasped her bra and put it on top of her dress. You have to understand that she was fifty-four and her breasts did sag some. It's called life. Our bodies tend to go south through the years. Still that didn't keep her boobs from being nice. I could hardly wait to get my lips on them.

Ellen got back on the bed and I laid next to her and kissed her some more. I gently touched her breasts. She was nervous but yet excited. I leaned over and massaged one breast while sucking on the other. They were so squeezably soft. I loved massaging and sucking on them.

"My God, it's been so long since another man has touched me like this. Oh, it feels so good. I could have them rubbed softly like this forever."

I saw a tear well up in her eye. "Ted, am I a bad woman for wanting this, for doing this?"

Now there's a question that will always be up for debate. What do you tell a woman at a time like this? Here was my answer.

"Ellen, you're a woman. You have needs. You have a husband that would rather screw some guy up the ass than make love to such a beautiful wife. I can't say that what you're doing is right but we all have needs."

I lowered my mouth to her belly and started kissing her there. Most women seem to love this but too often it is ignored by most men. I rubbed and kissed her soft belly. I could feel her pull her tummy in as she moaned. I could faintly smell the aroma of her sex coming from her valley below.

"Oh, God, it feels so good. I love it, I love it," cried Ellen.

Ellen was badly in need of loving. It must have been a long time since her husband spent any time making love to her. Such a nice lady and a nice body for an older woman. I was going to give her all the loving she wanted and needed.

I slid my hand down into her panties and rested it on her mound. I just kind of ran my fingers through the hair on her mound, scratching and rubbing her mound, staying away from her clit. Making her desire more.

"God, Ted, what are you doing to me? I'm going crazy. I've never felt like this. God, it's so good."

Her body needed to be loved. She had a real winner for a husband that didn't appreciate what he had. She was a woman wanton of sex and neglected. How many other wives were out there like Ellen? Just wanting to be loved.

I slid my hand down to the entrance of her sex. I could smell the aroma of her sex. As I touched her clit she almost went off. I could feel her shudder. Her sex was wet with her juices. She was ready, she needed to be taken. I slid off the bed and pulled off her panties as well as my briefs. She spread her legs with anticipation but instead of giving her my cock, I buried my face into her moistened pussy.

She yelled out, "Oh, God, Jesus, Ted, what are you doing? It's so wrong but feels so good."

She held my head in place and gyrated her hips till she had an orgasm. She was screaming out for dear life. I was hoping my neighbors didn't hear her. Her juices flowed out of her pussy and onto my face. She finally quieted down but her pussy was still having spasms.

"My God, Ted, what did you do to me? It was so wrong but felt so good."

"Ellen, it's not wrong to enjoy the bodies of one another. I just gave your body what it needed."

"Well, Ted, it needs more. Please fu.. make love to me."

I knew she wanted to say fuck but it wasn't part of her vocabulary. So I did exactly what she asked. I made love to her and I have to say it was some of the greatest sex I had ever had. We both gave totally of ourselves. I came twice to our two hour session.

She asked if she could use my shower and I let her go first. Such a beautiful body for an older woman. Not a model, just a full-figured, want-to-grab-hold-of type. She got up and walked toward the bathroom. I asked her to stop and, as she turned around, I kissed her and put my hands on the cheeks of her ass and pulled her close. I could feel my erection starting again.

"No, you dirty young man," she smiled as she headed into the shower. 

I put on one of my oldies but goodies CD's and the song 'You don't know me' started playing. I could hear Ellen singing along to it. Such a beautiful voice.

She came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. I was going to hug her when she said, "No, Ted, go get your shower. I have to get my car and get home before my husband ..."

She didn't have to finish. It was probably the first time she thought about him since she had been here. The music continued and I took my shower. When I came out, Ellen wanted to apologize to me.

"It's okay, Ellen. I told you I wouldn't force you to do anything you didn't want to do."

"You're wrong, Ted. I wanted to hug you and kiss you. It's just second thoughts and I don't know how to deal with them. I never in my life did anything like this. I just need to think. God, I think I could love you and you're so young and I don't even know you." She had tears in her eyes as we left my apartment.

About the only thing she said as we drove to the garage was she loved the music I had put on. Her favorites were oldies from the fifties and sixties and she liked country music also.

They were my favorites too but I didn't mention it because she would just think I said it because she did. I grew up in Kentucky and that's what my parents always listened to so of course it's the music I remembered.

We pulled up to the garage and I opened the door and we went into the office. I told her the price and she gave me a credit card. I ran it through the machine and gave her a copy to sign.

"Thank you for your business, Mrs. Bartlett. If you ever have any other problems, please contact me. I'll do my best to help you out."

"Ted, please don't be mad at me. I need time to think. I know you know my last name, but don't try and find me."

She grabbed two of our cards and on the back wrote her cell phone number. "If you really feel you need to talk to me, here's my cell number. If I have to hang up quickly, please understand. Ted, you were the best lover ever and I'll always remember you. Please remember that."

She got in her car and drove away. I didn't understand why it hit me so hard. I've been with so many women but Ellen and I just hit it off even though our ages were so far apart.

I had tears in my eyes as I looked at her number on the card. I dialed it and it rang three times.

"Hello," I heard her voice.

"Ellen, I don't know how to say this but I think I'm falling in love with you. Please tell me you might be feeling the same way."

"Ted, of course I do, but we can't be together. You don't even know me or me you. You have to understand that this was two strangers who met and things happened that shouldn't have."

"Please just think about us and call me if you want to get together again," I answered.

"I promise I will think about you. I don't think I could stop even if I wanted to. Goodnight, sweet Ted."

"Goodnight, Ellen, I love you." 

I hung up the phone. Was this even possible? Surely stranger things have happened. I guess I would need a few days to get over it. After all it was only one day out of my whole life. I went back to my room and smelled the scent of Ellen's cologne in the room. I put on my oldies CD and laid on my bed and went to sleep thinking of Ellen.

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The next morning I was at the shop when Brad came in smiling at me.

"So how did it go? Did you hit pay dirt?" he laughed.

"She was awesome, Brad, I mean really awesome. I felt so good with her in my arms."

"Is my young friend here falling for an older woman?" he asked.

"Maybe, Brad. Now don't go over the edge on me but she's fifty-four and married."

"What? Fifty-four? Christ, Ted, when I said older I wasn't talking about your grandmother. I meant someone around thirty and single at least."

"Brad, I can't explain it. Ellen and I seemed to have so much in common. I don't know why I feel this way. Don't worry though, she doesn't live around here and I think she already has regrets. I really did like her, Brad."

"Okay, good buddy, I hope everything works out for you. At least you found your niche in women. Go for the older ones but maybe not that old," he smiled.

A week went by and I didn't hear from her and then one day I answered the phone at the garage.

"May I speak to Ted please?"

I recognized the voice. "Ellen, is it really you? God, I can't get you out of my mind. Right, wrong, good or bad, I'm always thinking about you."

"Ted, I don't know what to do. I was going to tell my husband I knew about his boyfriend but I don't know what to do afterwards. I guess I could get a divorce and try going out on my own but I'm scared. Can I see you again? I need someone to talk to and I haven't told anyone else about my situation."

"Just talk, Ellen, or do I need to shower first?"

"You're nasty, Ted, but I would prefer to talk to you clean." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"When do you want to meet Ellen, and where?"

"Saturday at six at your apartment if you don't mind. God, Ted, I really need you to hold me. I feel so safe in your arms. Please don't tell anyone about us, Ted, not even your boss. My husband is well-known and I can't risk anyone finding out about us being together. I just need to see you again. I know it's wrong and I'll probably go to hell, but I can't help it."

"Ellen, you're not going to hell. If you do, I'll be there holding you in my arms. I can hardly wait till Saturday. Bye, Ellen. See you Saturday."

I was like walking on air after that call. Brad came back from lunch and said I looked like the cat that ate the canary. I just told him I was having a good day and everything was going fine. I think he knew better but was a good enough friend not to pry.




Age Difference



On my way home on Saturday I picked-up a few wine coolers and cleaned up my apartment and put clean sheets on the bed. I took a shower and was nervous waiting for Ellen.

There was a knock on my door. I opened it and there stood Ellen with a pizza in hand. She had on a skirt and blouse and looked great.

"I thought I would bring dinner with me. I sure hope you like pizza. I got my favorite, pepperoni, mushrooms and olives."

"I love pizza and the topping are great." I smiled at a smiling Ellen. "I missed you, Ellen, I really did."

"I missed you too. That's why I'm here. We need to talk. So let's have our pizza and let me explain my dilemma."

"Do you like wine coolers? I bought some for us," I asked.

"I love them. They go good with pizza. How did you know I liked them?"

"I didn't. I know I like them and we seem to like so much of the same things like we are meant to be together."

We each had a wine cooler and some pizza as we talked.

Ellen began to talk. "Ted, I don't know what it is between us but I feel it too. I shouldn't be here with you. I'm a married woman. Even though my husband is a gay idiot, I'm still married to him. I have two grown children. My daughter is married to a nice man and they have two kids of their own and I guess a very stable relationship unlike mine. My son is a lifer in the Army and is stationed overseas. I work full time at a very fulfilling job. My husband is well-known in our area and would be in deep trouble if his sexual situation was known.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I need time. Time to tell my husband that I know of his sexual activity, time to figure out how I will tell my kids why I might be divorcing their father, and time to figure out my true feelings for you."

"Ellen, take all the time you need as long as I can be with you. Give me one day a week, or every two weeks. For now I can be happy with that. I just need to know that you have feelings for me and that we can be together. I don't want anyone else and will be willing to wait until our feelings are truly figured out. I guess your kids would be surprised if I showed up as your lover," I smiled.

We finished our pizza and I sat on the edge of the bed and Ellen came to me. I took my time and slowly and methodically undid each button on her blouse. I opened it up and pulled her to me pressing my lips against her tummy. 

She slid off her blouse and undid her bra. I moved up from her belly and started sucking on her breasts. She pulled my head into her.

"God, I love you so much," I heard her whisper. I don't know if I was supposed to hear her.

She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and was standing there with only her panties on. I stood up and quickly turned us around and laid her on the bed. I reached under her hips and removed her panties. As she was laughing I dropped to my knees and spread her thighs and buried my mouth into her pussy.

"Oh, God, baby, the things you do to me. So wrong yet it feels so good."

I spread her lower lips and licked at her clit. I tongue fucked her for the next five minutes till she was asking for more. I stood up and dropped my pants and buried my cock deep inside her. I didn't wear a condom and she never asked me too. For some reason I knew we were both clean.

I felt her cunt lips squeeze my cock. I knew she was ready as I exploded inside of her filling her with my juices. We were both drenched from sweating.

We rested a few minutes and I got us both another wine cooler.

"Ted, I want you to know that I have never done anything like this in my life. I need for you to believe me. This is so out of character for me but with you it's like I don't care. I don't know why. Maybe we are soul mates."

"I've heard of soul mates but never believed in them till now. If I ever felt close to anyone in so short of time it's you."

We went another round before she left. She promised to see me the following Saturday. I so wished I knew more about her but I knew she had a lot of problems to deal with. I didn't want to push her and take a chance of losing her. I could wait as long as she would come and see me.

The next time we were together we were laying on the bed together. We were kissing when she reached down and grabbed my cock.

"Ellen, you don't have to do this. I know you don't like to give head and I'm okay with that."

"No, I want to do this for you, please let me." She slowly put the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked on it. She kept her hand around the base of my cock to make sure she wouldn't take to much in her mouth. For a woman who never gave head she was doing good.

We tried something else new to her that night also. As she laid in front of me, I took the KY Jelly and rubbed it on my cock and around her anus.

"I don't know, Ted. I've never done this in my life. Please be gentle with me."

I got behind her and put her right leg over my legs and put my cock against her anus. I barely started pushing against her when she was already making noises and tightening her asshole. I stopped going forward and used my hand to rub her pussy. I felt her relaxing and started to push the head of my cock into her. As she started to make more noise, I started to pat her pussy and as she neared an orgasm I pushed the head of my cock into her ass. She screamed out in orgasm and I squirted my cum into her ass.

"Ellen, you're the greatest woman I know. We need to be together. I want to tell the world about you. My soul mate and my love. I don't care about our ages or what people think. I just want you Elie. I just want to be with you."

"I love you too, Ted. It's why I've done things with you that I never even did with my husband. I want us to be together too but it's going to take time. As I told you, I need to explain something to my grown kids and finally talk with my husband about his gay life. I'll still be here for you."

"Valentine's Day. Can I have you for the whole night on Valentine's Day?" I asked Ellen. "It's a day for lovers and you can't deny that we are that."

"I'll try, honey, God knows I want to be with you. I'll call you and let you know."

"I want to take you out especially for Valentine's Day, and then to a motel with a pool, hot tub and everything. Twenty-four hours of nothing but you and me together."

"In public together? I don't know, Ted."

"It's okay. There's a place called The Hidden Hideaway. Couples meet there for clandestine meetings. Everyone there has something to hide. We'll be safe there. Please say yes."

"We'll see. First I have to make arrangements to be away that day. Valentine's Day is in the middle of the week this year. I'll need to call off work the following day and make an excuse to my husband why I'll be gone. I'll do my best, baby. I want to be with you more than anything but I do have other obligations."

A couple of days before Valentine's Day I got a call. It was from Ellen.

"Hi, Ted. I did it! I told my husband I saw him with another man on New Year's Eve. He didn't even try to deny it. He told me the guy worked for him and that he was in love with him. He asked if we could keep it between ourselves till we could come up with an equitable settlement. So sometime in the near future I guess I'll be divorced. For some reason it doesn't bother me because I know you love me. You do love me, Ted, don't you?"

"Yes, Sweetheart, I love you with all my heart. What about your kids? Have you said anything to them yet?"

"Not yet. How do you tell your kids that their father is gay and you're in love with a man less than half your age. Not the easiest thing to do. I decided to wait till after Valentine's Day and maybe my husband can tell them about his lover before I tell anyone about us."

"So ... are we on for a date for Valentine's Day?"

"Yes, I told my husband that I took a lover after catching him with his boyfriend and that I'm going to be with my lover for Valentine's Day. He asked me all kinds of questions about you but I didn't tell him anything. I think he's going to be surprised when he finds out about you.

"He did ask me to be discreet until our divorce is final. So, Lover, see you at seven at The Hidden Hideaway on Valentine's Day. I have a big surprise for you."

"What is it, Ellen? Tell me."

"Nope, you'll just have to wait. I can't believe I'm going to do this. Okay, Honey, I'll see you there."

Wow, I wonder what the surprise could be. She told me she would do anything for me. I wonder what she has planned.

I got off work at five on Valentine's Day and went home and cleaned up. I packed an overnight case for the motel that I made arrangements at. I stopped at the store and bought her a bouquet of flowers and a box of candy in a big heart.

I arrived at The Hidden Hideaway a little early. I wanted a good table at the back of the room. There were a few couples there already kissing and touching each other. I saw one good looking woman sitting by herself in a booth across from where I was sitting. She looked vaguely familiar to me. I thought I would talk to her till Ellen arrived.

"Excuse me. Do we know each other?"

""No, I don't think so. By the way that's the oldest line in the book."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to pick you up. I thought you looked familiar."

"Look, Sweetheart, I'm married with kids. Besides, I'm thirty and probably a little old for you."

I had to laugh. Here we go with the age difference again.

"Just so you know, I'm waiting for my girlfriend. I really wasn't hitting on you. My names Ted. What's yours?"

"Um... Marie, just call me Marie."

"Well, I really am Ted Baxter. It is my real name."

Right then a good looking black woman came over to see Marie.

"Hi, Cindy. How long have you been waiting for me? Who's your friend here?"

"I'm Ted. Just waiting for my girlfriend. She should be here in a few minutes. Are you waiting for someone? Your friend, Marie ... I mean, Cindy is waiting too. I guess we can all wait together."

"I'm Shala and Cindy was waiting for me. Glad to make your acquaintance Ted."

With that she sat in the booth next to Marie/Cindy and started kissing her. When I saw Shala put her hand on Cindy's thigh and move it up to her crotch, I said, "Holy shit!" a little too loud.

"You've never seen two women together, have you, Ted?" asked Shala.

"No, I can say I have."

I heard Shala tell Cindy she would be back in a few minutes; she had to go to the ladies room.

After Shala left, I looked over at Cindy. "Does your husband know you're doing this?" I asked.

"No, it's my little secret and I love having a women touch me. So what's it to you."

"I'm not judging you but just trying to understand two people of the same sex together. My girlfriend found her husband with another guy and believe it or not, that's what brought us together. Do your parents know you have a female lover?"

"God, no! I'd be crucified if they found out. My dad's a politician. He'd freak out for ruining the family name. My mom - now there's a story for you. A school teacher all week long and a Sunday school teacher and choir member. Talk about a woman who would spaz out."

Shala came back and sat across from Cindy. "Ever have a woman of color, Ted?" She spread her legs to show me her black pussy.

"Can't say that I have." 

"Do you have something against women of color, Ted?

"God, no, just never had the opportunity. Of course right now I'm in a relationship. I'm a one woman man."

"What about your girlfriend with the fag husband. Is she monogamous to you?" asked Cindy.

"Yes, I believe she is. Ask her yourself. She'll be here any minute." 

Cindy got up and pulled a chair in front of Shala who was sitting on the edge of the booth and sat down and put her hand right on Shala's crotch. They started kissing right there. This place was a little more wild than I thought.

I can see why they called it The Hideaway. Just about everything was going on around me. I couldn't wait for Ellen to arrive so we could leave and go to our motel. Shala and Cindy were going at it like they were in a private room somewhere. Each had their hands on the other's twat, oblivious to their surroundings.

I looked up at the door and saw Ellen coming in. She had on a black coat and was smiling as she approached me. She opened her coat and was dressed like a real slut. I was grinning at her knowing she did it for me. She had on a halter top and no bra, and four inch high heels. Her nipples pushed through her top. Her skirt barely covered her ass and she had no panties on. She lifted the front of the skirt to show me.

I stood up and handed her the bouquet of flowers and the box of candy.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Ellen."

Cindy and Shala stopped what they were doing and looked at Ellen and me.

"Cindy Marie!" screamed Ellen.

"Mom!" screamed Cindy. 

*

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