2 comments/ 58317 views/ 21 favorites Sunrise Sunset Ch. 01 By: amofiga "Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? I don't remember getting older. When.... did ....they? Sunrise, Sunset, Sunrise, Sunset....." How many people have heard that haunting waltz? How many have listened to those melancholy lyrics, written by Jim Nabors of all people, and sung by the character of Tevye the Milkman in "Fiddler on The Roof"? I'm sure each has their own story about how those emotional words have affected them at one time or another. I'm no different. They have a special meaning for me, but the events in my life that make them especial heartfelt to me didn't happen until about a year ago. For a long time I was just like a lot of guys who were firmly in the grip of a mid-life crisis. I my mid-century birthday was just over the horizon, and it was hard to believe that I was about to hit that milestone. Every morning when I'd look in the mirror expecting to see the 20-year-old that still lived in my head, there would be some stranger staring back. There was some guy with little pouches under his eyes, thinning hair on his head, and what there was of it was peppered with these gray interlopers multiplying like rabbits. Intellectually, knew I wasn't different from many other guys in same boat with me. However, emotionally I wasn't happy being one of those passengers being dragged along by the current of time, headed into the rapids of "second stage middle age", and hoping not to go over the great eternal waterfall for at least a few more decades. I certainly didn't "remember growing older", but there I was, just another ordinary middle aged guy going to his ordinary job every morning, and coming home to his ordinary house every night. Rationally, I knew I had it pretty good. Hell, there were people around the world starving, diseased, and living in grass huts with no toilets. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate what I had, it was that I'd always wondered if it could have been better. I'd often recall when I had aspirations, dreams, (more likely fantasies) of being a professional baseball player. I was pretty damned good in high school, and held my own in college. Unfortunately, my coach always had the same comment. "Mike, you cover the field like a blanket and have a catapult for a right arm. If you could just do a little better in the batter's box. Struggling to keep your batting average over .250 isn't going to have major league teams lining up to sign you. Now, if you were a pitcher with that batting average and a two-run ERA, they might be pushing signing bonuses and loose women at you." The coach even consented to let me try pitching during batting practice. I could throw plenty hard, but I didn't hit the strike zone often enough for it to matter. In fact, I think he was afraid I'd bean some of his key players. A few times, I thought a couple of them would punch me out after they had to pick themselves up out of the dirt. My dream never happened. I pretended about what might have been when I used to play ball with my two boys. But, that was when they were still kids and before they got too old to think that it was cool to play ball with dad. Now, all that was left of that dream was occasionally hitting balls thrown by the machine in the batting cage at the sports complex across town. It was embarrassing that every couple of years, I'd have to dial back the speed, and wonder when I'd end up playing tee-ball. Fortunately, my life wasn't a bust and now I'm doing pretty well with a company that does custom lighting design and installation for commercial and industrial facilities. Our clients around the country included restaurants and restaurant chains, museums, art galleries, auction houses, you name it. I'm always surprised that most people don't even notice lighting. They think what they see in restaurants, hotels, stores, etc just happened because some guy put up few bulbs in a few fixtures. It's an art. The right lighting can make customers believe that average food tastes great or make them spend more than they should in high-end stores. Hell, I heard that there was a woman who kept dragging her husband back to the same expensive restaurant, not because the food was good, but because she loved the way she looked in the lady's room mirror. One area of my life that had been eating at me for the past several years was my marriage to Ellen, my wife of 25 years. Here again, it wasn't bad; not like we fought or were nasty to each other. It was just like the rest of my life; ordinary. Maybe all 25-year marriages are ordinary. Who knows? Overall, we got along well, but, it seemed like our sex life that had fallen to the ordinary (or perhaps even sub-ordinary) level. For me, it wasn't the things we did or didn't do, but her general attitude. Sometimes, I'd try to tell her what I fantasized about, but she didn't like that "fantasizing" stuff. Some of the things I brought up caused real tension. She often made me feel like I was abnormal or weird because I'd talk about things like threesomes or group sex, or mildly kinky stuff. I'd sometimes want to watch videos along those lines. "What's happened to you, Mike?" she'd say. "You never used to think about stuff like that. Don't you love me anymore? You're always looking at other women, talking about other women or about me with other men. It scares me that you seem to be a different guy than the one I married." I wasn't different. I had just wanted to let out more of the inner part of me that I had always kept bottled up; some part of me that it seemed I should be ashamed of. I'd tell her I didn't necessarily want to run right out and do all this stuff, but couldn't we at least talk about it and maybe bring some the just slightly-off-the-wall stuff to our bedroom. I'd get this "look" or the silent treatment. She had this way of making me feel like things that turned me on were "just not what most people did". There seemed to be some "normal" that she wanted me to live up to. I'd wonder if perhaps she wasn't the one that had changed. My memory was that, she had been a lot less inhibited when we were dating and early on in our marriage. Maybe things just gradually changed during all those "sunrises and sunsets", and we didn't even notice it. Occasionally, I'd remember something that I once heard from a significantly older married woman that I had the unlikely good fortune to meet over 25 years ago. It was a few weeks after I had met Ellen, and we weren't really serious yet. I had gone to the beach to have a weekend of golf with Frank, a buddy from where I was working. We ended up with a couple of women who were there having a "girl's weekend" to help one of them celebrate her 45th birthday. I was only 23 at the time. Frank and I had gotten back from golfing, cleaned up, and were sitting on our balcony having a beer. He spied the "girls" on a balcony across the parking lot, and started flirting and joking around with them. After about 15 minutes of banter, we all agreed to meet down on the parking lot to go get something to eat. I'm not sure who was more shocked when we all saw each other up close. I don't think they had been expecting "boys" and we hadn't been expecting mature women. Frank and I would soon learn that they weren't even much younger than our moms. Anyhow, we decided to treat them (Samantha to Barbara) to burgers and beer; or should I say beers. After the burgers, we ended up wandering to a few other bars along the boardwalk. Barbara and I hit it off pretty well, and the alcohol lead to us playing a little footsy under the table as well as letting our hands play around on each other's thighs now and then. At one point, the women left to go to the lady's room, and Frank was going nuts talking about how we were going to "get the wax blown out of our ears," by these "horny old broads". I thought he was nuts. When they got back, Samantha suggested that we all go to some place she knew of about ten miles down the road where they had a great band. Frank was hot to trot. Barbara said she wasn't feeling that well, and wanted to go back to get some sleep. I thought my bubble had burst, but she took my hand under the table, squeezed it, and gave me a look. She also gave her girlfriend a look. Frank and Samantha took off while I walked my new-found friend back to her room. I still wasn't sure exactly what to expect, but she asked me in, closed the door, and gave me a deep kiss that made her thoughts apparent. Our hands started roaming over each other's body as we started undressing each other. She was faster than me, and had my jeans and jockeys down before I could do the same with her. When she got my pants and shorts to the floor, she took my already-hard dick into her mouth and launched into a super blowjob. This wasn't like college when it seemed that getting head required 20 minutes of begging. Barbara had no hesitation about going down on me before I even had my shoes off. While she was working my cock with her mouth and hands, I was struggling out of my shoes and she was wriggling out of her jeans and panties. As soon as they were kicked aside, she was up on the bed with her legs spread pulling my face to her crotch for a little return action. Now, I have no problem admitting that I've always been a lover of licking pussy, but this was my first taste of married-mom pussy. She pulled my head into her crotch and was moaning as she humped my face. I was in heaven when she picked up my head, looked me in the eye, and said, "Honey, you can fuck me, but you'd better swear to God that you won't cum in me. I mean it. If you do, I'll get my state-trooper cousin on your ass." "You got it," I said climbing up and sliding myself into her slick cunt. "OH SHIT, YEAH," she moaned as I pushed into her to the hilt and my pubic bone crashed into hers. "OH JESUS! Fuck it!" she said as I began thrusting into her. I'm sorry to admit with much shame that, in those days, I didn't have what you'd call finesse. To me, fucking was just fucking. However, I suppose what I lacked in skill I made for up in enthusiasm and stamina. Barbara didn't seem to mind. At one point, she grabbed her feet and pulled them up and back, offering herself up completely. I thrust into her like a stallion, but it wasn't long that I knew my point of no return was about to hit. I exclaimed, "Oh Shit, I can't hold on much longer! I can't hold it." "Shit, take it out! Take it out! PULL IT OUT!" She ordered anxiously. No sooner did I have my slick manhood exposed to the open air than she grabbed it and started jerking it off. Sperm shot to her tits and then ran down her hand as we both watched. She switched hands and brought the first to her mouth and licked my seed off of it. I was nearly spent when she looked up and said, "Man you sure must eat a lot of pretzels and chips. You are so damned salty." I collapsed onto the bed. She snuggled next to my neck, and spoke into my ear," Come on, Mike, you can't fucking leave me hanging like this. Finish me off, Sweetie." She lay back, spread her thighs, and directed my face between them. My tongue went to her still slick, soaked pussy. She humped my face like we were still fucking, working her clit with her fingers when my tongue was busy farther south. She had one goal, getting off on my face. Finally she grabbed my head and pressed my mouth hard to her pussy, hissing through her teeth like a wounded animal, "OH MY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" She held my head between her spread legs for a few more moments, quivering and moaning, until finally releasing her grip. I lay next to her with my face soaked. My mind replayed the evening trying to make some sense of it. I finally had to ask her, "Tell me, do you do this a lot? Have you had sex like this with a lot of other guys when you're away from your husband? How about Samantha? Do all of your married friends do this sort of thing?" She sat up and stared at me. "I'm not sure how to take that. It sounds a bit snide and condescending to me. What are you thinking; that I'm some sort of a bed-hopping slut; or worse? You think I'm going to ask you for money? Who the hell are you to ask me stuff like that anyway? Who are you to second guess my motives or actions? I should kick your ass out right now, but you have me curious. Let me guess, you're engaged and afraid of what your wife might do someday. Is that it, are you contemplating marriage and wondering if you should back out? Why the questions? Most guys would just shut up and be happy as a pig in shit that they got laid." "No, I'm not engaged," I said, "but I have met this girl. We aren't serious, not yet at least. But, I really like her, and there's something there that makes me feel like she might be 'the one'. But then, I sometimes wonder if it's all bogus and a bunch of bullshit. Does everybody ends up messing around and getting divorced. It seems like half the people I work with have gotten divorced or are getting divorced." She played with a few strands of my hair. "Listen, Mike. It's not what you might think. Let me give you some facts of life. She seemed almost a little sad while she continued, "I don't hate my husband. In fact I still love him very much in many ways. You probably can't see that given the past few hours. He's good guy, and he's the father of my children. But we've been married 20 years, and things just change. A lot of shit happens during a marriage of 20, 25, 30 years. Some good shit. Some bad shit. The best you can hope for is that there's enough good shit to cover the bad shit. One day, you look at yourself in the mirror, and then at the person you're married to, and you wonder what the hell happened to you. When did you change? Where are those two people that stood next to each other with stars in their eyes saying 'I do' all those years ago?" "So big deal, things change," I offered up. "Does that mean you just give up?" "No it doesn't. Remember, I, and hopefully my husband, won't be giving up. We're still together because we have a long term commitment and a family, regardless of whatever we do to survive. We actually do love each other. It might not look like it." "What about my other question. You've done this before? Were you and Samantha planning this when you came down here?" "Hell no," she responded a little miffed. "We came here to get together for a little girl-time to celebrate Sammi's birthday. Did you guys come here to hunt girls or play golf? We all just ended up together, and here we are. Look, I won't lie to you. I admit that I've stepped out (her term) on my husband a couple of times over the years, and I'd bet he's done the same. About five years ago I had a thing with a guy from our church. Go figure that; a church friend. It lasted maybe four months. We were both at a bad spot in our marriages, and we each needed something. I had another brief thing with a guy at work, but that was more just curiosity. We got together a few times, and it was over. Tonight is new to me, Mike. Jesus, having a boardwalk quickie, with a guy that's only five or six years older than my daughter; good Lord! No, I swear it wasn't planned. Maybe, it was too many drinks. Maybe I was flattered by feeling desirable to a younger guy, and it made me feel like I was 20 again. Maybe you just seemed like a sweet, cute guy, and I started wondering what you'd be like in bed. Who knows? Earlier, when Sammi and I went to the lady's room, I just blurted out that I wanted to take you back to the room with me. She thought I was nuts, but said she'd go along with it if I'd made up my mind. She'd get Frank out of the picture for a while if I wanted." "Yeah, the perfect wingman. Tell me about that? Is she going to bang Frank? Why would she let you do this with me if she thought you were doing the wrong thing? Has she messed around on her husband too?" "As far as I know, she has no plans for Frank; at least that's what she told me. Since we've already spilled a lot of beans here, I will say that Sammi has had a boyfriend on the side for about three years. Her husband doesn't seem to be all that interested in her anymore, and turning 45 isn't helping her feel any better. However, she wouldn't even think about breaking up their marriage till all her kids are out of college, maybe never. Like I said, people do what they have to do to keep on keeping on. Marriage is a long journey, and it's not always smooth sailing. There are fucking hurricanes along the way, and you can't always run from them. Sometimes you just have to set into the waves and wind and ride it out till it gets sunny again. I laugh when I see old folks on TV, and some announcer sticks a microphone in their faces and asks, 'What's the secret for 60 years of wedded bliss'? Trust me; if they've been married that long, it wasn't all bliss. I guarantee you they're still together because they worked hard at it, and they had to forgive each other a lot of shit through the years. Maybe one or the other drank too much, or spent too much money, or maybe even took their pants off for somebody else. But they also recognized that, for whatever other reasons, they saw beyond the day-to-day shit and made a commitment keep it together." I sat in silence. "Listen, Mike, you seem like a sweet guy," she said almost motherly while rubbing my neck, "and I hope to hell that if, or more likely when, you do get married it all goes fantastically. I wish you all the best. Maybe this new girl is the one for you. Who knows? Just keep what I've told you in the back of your head. Look me up 20 years from now so we can compare notes." At the time, I remember thinking that she was awfully cynical, but now, after a lot of years in my own marriage, I began to see that she was a very perceptive person. I often wondered if she was still alive. She'd be in her mid 70's. Her kids would be grown and she'd probably be a grandmother several times over. I wondered if she was still married to the same man, or maybe she took off with some other guy. Maybe her husband dumped her? Anyway, despite my own frustrations, I had not strayed off with anyone, at least not yet. I usually tried to keep my feelings and frustrations to myself, but that just made things fester in my brain even more. I often wondered what it would be like to slip under the fence and see how green the grass really was on the other side, but, I hadn't. I can't say why except that maybe it was my parochial school years and remembering one of few nuns still teaching at the time catching me at one thing or another, shaking their finger at me and saying, "Michael, you'd better think about what you're doing, or you will end up burning in Hell." I've long since given up believing in Hell, other than the one we can sometimes live in on a daily basis. Now, on the other hand, Paul, my long term friend, confidant, and old fraternity brother was a different story. Paul and I have known each other since college. He and I were even best men at each other's weddings. We still meet a couple of times a month for a beer. Sometimes it's with a few other guys to watch the game at somebody's house. Paul had indeed, slithered under the fence a few times, and has had affairs with a couple of married women. "Mike," he'd say, "there's a world of married women out there that are just as frustrated as I am, and they need a friend with benefits as much as I do. From what I know about you, you seem ready to learn that for yourself." Paul had never told me about his escapades until I actually saw him with a woman in a restaurant across town. I was there for a meeting with a client when I saw him across the room sitting with this woman. I could tell that it wasn't some "business lunch" unless "monkey business" counts. They were laughing, holding hands, rubbing shoulders, and apparently rubbing other things because their hands disappeared under the table from time to time. When Paul saw me across the room, he looked like I had caught him jerking off or something. In some ways, maybe that's not a bad analogy. The next day, he called and asked me to meet him after work for "a serious talk". Sunrise Sunset Ch. 01 He looked across the table and asked, "Jesus, man, you aren't going tell Lynn about this are you? You might not think so after what you saw, but I really do love her and the kids. I don't want to walk out or get thrown out, but you also have to understand that things between us aren't really super hot anymore. I'm just looking for something to keep me from suffering death by frustration. Basically, so is my married lady friend who's in the same situation. It's not like we're hung up on each other. We're just sort of friends with benefits as they say. We're just compatible in and out of bed, and we're a good sounding board for each other. If you say anything to Ellen or Lynn, things could really go up like an a-bomb for us." We had a long talk, and I ended up sharing more with him than I probably should have about the lull between Ellen and me. "Hey buddy," he said putting his hand on my shoulder. I know exactly where you're coming from. You should really consider finding somebody you can spend some nice times with. It doesn't have to get all complicated. Seriously, there are a lot of women out there with the same story. They all have kids and a marriage they don't want to end. They just need a compatible bed buddy to give them an understanding ear as well as maybe some attention to other parts of their body. She might just need to feel young again or to have a like-thinking guy help them explore the more adventurous sides of their sexuality. If you want, I'll even talk to my lady to see if she has a girl friend who may be interested. You know how, women talk. They know which of their friends may be thinking about spreading their wings or filling lonely afternoons in a no-strings part-time relationship." I told him I wasn't interested, even though I couldn't deny to myself that I really was. He kept bringing it up from time to time, but one day, he called me up and really sounded serious. "Hey, bud," he said on the phone, "meet me after work. I have something super important I have to talk to you about." We sat in a booth at the back of our regular place sipping on a couple of Smithwick's while he laid it out for me. "You know about my lady friend and must know that we do talk to each other about everything. It's just natural that we sometimes talk about our friends. I might have said something about how you could use some help to get out of this awful 'poor-middle-aged me' mood." "Oh great," I said. "You've broadcasted my little frustrations all over town?" "Hell," he laughed, "not all over town, just with my lady, and I swear, I've never actually dropped any names. Besides, she gets it. It's sure no shock to her about how lots of people deal with this sort of thing. OK, so anyway I told her about how you sometimes seem to have this kind of depression going on. It turns out, and here's where it gets really interesting, that she has this friend who confided in her about her own marriage woes. My lady has known this woman since high school. Apparently my lady was even a bridesmaid in her wedding, so they're sort of close. They basically lost touch because my lady's girlfriend has been out of town for years since she got married. But then, she, hubby and the two kids moved back here not long ago. She and my lady have been burning up the phone lines and having lunch every couple of weeks or so because my lady is about the only connection her friend still has back here after all of her time away. Anyway, you know how it goes after a few glasses of wine. Her friend starts talking about how she's going through issues in her marriage. Her husband is always up to his ass in his job, and he travels for several days almost every week. They don't go out much or do much of anything because even when he is home, he's working on his computer or just too tired. When they do have sex, it's like he rolls on for five minutes of pump and dump, and then falls asleep. She doesn't want to leave the guy because she still really cares about him, and there are the kids to think of. Besides, I hear that he's apparently pulling down about 300 grand a year in this new job, not counting bonus. I figure that she's not about to walk away from the kids or the goose laying the golden eggs. Still, she's pulling out her hair, and wearing out her vibrator." "Right, and your lady feels sorry for her friend, just like you do for me, and you both are just dying to help out too lost souls. Sometimes, you amaze me, Paul." "Right, no, ok, look. Long story short, my lady tells her friend about me and my good buddy who is also at a marital speed bump. She tells her that there's this a nice, smart, witty, stable, straight, half-way good-looking guy that's her mirror image; a guy in decent shape that doesn't bar-hop and mess around with questionable single chicks who could potentially harbor questionable germs. There you are, a guy who's just dying to find, let's call it, a special lady friend for some uncomplicated mutually enjoyable afternoons. Bottom line, she might be interested in meeting you. No promises. If you say the word, we can set up a time to get together, casually, for a couple of drinks and a pizza. No names. If you guys hit it off, then it's up to you two to take it from there." I looked at him in disbelief. "You really are fucking nuts, aren't you? You're sitting there telling me that you want me to go on, let's call it a blind date, with you and your married 'friend with benefits' so I can meet some other married woman who's perhaps also looking for a 'friend with benefits' to see if she and I feel compatible enough to go fuck and suck together?" He slapped the table and grinned. "I couldn't have put it any better. Where else are you going to meet somebody ready-made like this? Safe, smart, in a marriage she absolutely doesn't want to walk away from, but lonely and horny and looking to expand her boundaries. It's perfect. She'd be as discreet as you because she's just like you." "Jesus, Paul. I've known you more than half my life and you've talked me into some pretty crazy shit, but this moves to the top of the list." "Listen, Mike. This is the primo golden opportunity of your life knocking at your door. If you don't turn the knob and open it, I'll never speak to you again. Hell, maybe I wouldn't even come to your house anymore for football and pizza, even if you do have a 64 inch flat screen with surround sound with a sub woofer." "Can I get that in writing?" I asked unable to hide my grin and watching him grin back. Unfortunately, crazy as it sounded, I found myself saying, "OK, but no names, and no promises about anything more than a few drinks and a pizza." He raised his arms in a "TOUCHDOWN" signal, and exclaimed, "Yes! I'll call my lady tomorrow, and we can set up a time good for all of us. Mike, old buddy, you are going to thank the living hell out of me one day. Maybe you'll even give me that super fucking TV system out of immeasurable gratitude." Mike and his lady worked their shuttle diplomacy, and we all agreed to a casual lunch meeting at a place across town. Paul told me to meet him on the parking lot of the restaurant; that way we could go in together since I really didn't know his lady friend. We'd time it so that his lady and her girlfriend would be waiting there for us. I was pretty nervous walking into the restaurant as Paul held the door and made mock doorman gestures. Hell, I hadn't been on a blind date for 30 years, especially one where my date was a married woman meeting a married man for the type of relationship that most people certainly frown upon, if not condemn outright. As soon as we approached the booth where the two women sat, my blind date and I made eye contact. Immediately the world crashed and the floor collapsed. She jumped up, grabbed her handbag and started saying, "No! Holy shit, No way! Oh my God! No!" Paul and his lady looked at each other in disbelief as my "date" rushed out the door. A few seconds later, Paul's friend went out after her. I sat down in a bit of a daze. Paul put his hand on my shoulder. "Jesus, Mike. What the hell just happened? She freaked. Maybe she got cold feet when she realized it was for real. Maybe, she's just not wound too tight. I mean my lady said she was really interested. I can't believe that even if she ended up not liking you, she couldn't at least sit through lunch to be nice." He was talking, and I could see his lips moving, but all the words weren't registering. Paul's lady friend came back. "She's gone. I couldn't catch up with her. I am so sorry. I don't know what she was thinking." "It's ok," I said. "I'm going to leave," and turned to walk out without saying any more. Outside, I looked up and down the street to see if I could see the other woman, but there was no sign of her. I got into my car shaking. I couldn't stay back there with Paul and his friend, and listen to them try to explain or say how sorry they were. There was no way they could understand what had happened, and I wasn't about to explain it to them. My blind date....... was my wife's niece, Jennifer. I suppose that in a way, that made her my niece too, or at least my niece. "Holy fucking shit," I said out loud to myself banging my fist on the steering wheel of my car. "What a fucking, fucked up, fuck-up! Jesus! How could this happen? What the hell would happen next? I sort of assumed, or at least hoped, that she wasn't going to tell Ellen or Keith, her husband. How would that go? "Oh, Aunt Ellen, guess what? I met Uncle Mike on a blind date where he planned to hook up with some married woman who was planning to hook up with him. Why was I there? Oh yeah, I was the hook-up woman." No, I figured I was safe on that account. I couldn't see this getting to Ellen or anybody else for that matter. Would she call me? Should I call her? It was all playing through my brain in fast forward. It was something I should have seen, but how could I have really recognized it. I re-thought about what Paul had told me. I already knew the story, but didn't recognize it. Jennifer grew up here, and then moved to Denver not long after she married Keith. They had lived out there for 12 or 13 years before moving back here a year or so ago when Keith got a promotion to division manager for his company's operation in this area. Ellen had mentioned to me that Jennifer was feeling a lonely because she hadn't found a job, and knew only a few people in the area anymore. She was frustrated with the move and the effect Keith's new job was having on him and their life in general. Despite the big salary and status, he was on the road all the time plus working many evenings and weekends. We had just seen Jennifer and Keith a couple of months ago when they had a Labor Day cook out for the family at their house. Of course we had seen them now and then when they came back to visit their parents at holidays. However, I hadn't had that any real contact with her other than at family events. I always thought about how the relationship between Ellen and Jennifer was both strange and special because they were only about 11 years different in age. My wife had been one of those "maybe-an-accident" mid-life babies for her parents. Her brother and sister were considerably older than her, and Ellen was only about 11 years old when Jennifer was born. When Ellen and I started dating, Jennifer was just a skinny, gawky adolescent with braces and training bra sized titty-buds. By the time she finished college and married Keith, she was a very attractive young woman. She always had that pretty, wholesome look with a great smile, yet not so beautiful as to be intimidating. She was still very attractive even though she neared that infamous 40th birthday that a lot of women seemed to dread. The next day, Paul called, and wanted to meet me after work to talk about what had happened at the pizza place. He was so apologetic, and going on about how he couldn't understand it. He said that Kathy (the first time he had ever dropped the name of the woman he usually just referred to as "my lady") was going to talk to her friend to see if she could smooth it over. Maybe we could try again. "No!" I said emphatically. "I'm not interested in a do-over. Tell Kathy not to bother because I have a feeling that if she does talk to her friend, she'll probably get the same answer. What's done is done. Things happen for a reason, and it would be best if we just let this whole thing drop. Trust me on this one." He tried to tell me how I was being stupid by letting what could be a golden opportunity slip though my fingers, but finally he just conceded. I still wasn't sure what to do about Jennifer. I had called 411 to get her number, and had the phone in my hand about 10 times that day thinking I'd call her, but chickened out. What would I say anyway? What made me nervous was that Thanksgiving was only about two weeks away, and Jennifer was doing the dinner at her house for the whole family. How the hell was I going to get through that? Thanksgiving Day came, and I stood on the porch with Ellen as the door swung open. Thank God it was Keith that answered and not Jennifer. As we went in, I could see her in the kitchen with a couple of the other women working on food of one sort or another. Keith took our coats and carried them upstairs while Ellen and I made our way into the living room. Our one son had gone to his wife to her parents house for dinner. Our other boy had missed his flight from school, and it had been impossible to get another until today. He would be getting in late. It was the typical chaos with about a dozen people sitting, standing, or moving about: Jennifer's parents, Keith's parents, Jennifer's kids along with Ellen's other sister and husband plus their daughter and son both home from college. Jennifer and I hugged hello when she came out of the kitchen. We wished each other "Happy Thanksgiving", but didn't say anything else. I wasn't sure how to read her. We really didn't talk much at all. There was the usual chatter during dinner and our eyes met only once or twice and then darted away. After dinner the guys congregated around the TV to watch the game. The women tended to group in the living room talking. I slipped down stairs to where there was pool table, and started playing around with a couple of balls on the table. I looked up as Jennifer came down the steps. "Hey," she said. "Hey back at you," I responded. "We need to talk," she answered. "But not here. Somebody could come down." She ushered me out the back door. The sun was going down and it was getting chilly. "Where can we go where it's a little warmer?" she said folding her arms across her chest against the breeze. "My car is just around the corner," I answered, and we walked quickly to it. During the day the sun had made the car warm so it was still comfortable inside. We both just sat there for a minute. I broke the silence. "Jennifer," I started. "Wait," she interrupted, "me first. I know you were probably about to go into some sort of apology or explanation or whatever, but the fact is that we both knew why we were at that restaurant that day. I'm sure your friend told you all the things about me that my friend told me about you. How great we each were, and how we were both looking for the same sort of 'thing'. Let's just admit we knew what we were doing, and not make stupid excuses. Let's just pick it up from there. I don't know what you think about me anymore, or what you assume that I think about you. We haven't had that much chance to really get to know each other all that well over the years. Still, the facts are that we both are apparently at a bit of a flat spot in our marriages, and we both know what our respective friends have done about their own situations. I certainly knew I was going to meet a man at that restaurant, but when I saw that it was you, I just panicked. I didn't know what to do except to run like hell. I didn't know if you were going to phone me later to chastise me, or to call me ugly names, or what. I started to speak, but she held up her hand. "Please, me first. Just hear me out, and then you can say what you want. The truth is I'm not a bad person, Uncle Mike. I'm just very lonely and frustrated in my life right about now, and I need somebody to be with to help fill some voids and maybe feel desirable as a woman. Keith sure doesn't" It looked like she was starting to tear up a little. "Jennifer, I don't think you're a bad person. The same way I don't think I'm a bad person either. I think I'm pretty much in the same dilemma as you. I'm just like you in a lot of ways. I don't want some grand romance that's going to complicate or fuck up my life and marriage. I can understand your frustrations because I feel them along with you. Hell, I've been married at least ten years longer than you, so they've had even more time to simmer. I thought that after our boys went off to college and graduated, your Aunt Ellen and I would be like kids again. I thought it would be like a new marriage, and we'd have more time together. The thing is, she just got more and more interested in other things, and I sometimes think I need a secretary to make an appointment with her. I'm not getting any younger, and I suppose that's starting to become quite obvious to me in a lot of ways." More silence, but then I added, "I'm not an ogre, Jennifer. I've never done anything like this, but my friend who has, made it seem so ideal. I've watched you grow from a skinny kid into a beautiful, smart, sexy woman. That's a given. But, seeing you at that restaurant made me realize that maybe this isn't who I am. I'm not upset that you wouldn't want to get into this sort of thing with me. Just don't think I'm terrible" She looked up and locked eyes with me. "No. No. That's not it," she said putting her hand on my thigh. "I don't think you're terrible at all. I'm trying to find a way to tell you that I DO want to get into this sort of thing with you. It may sound awkward for me to admit this to you, but I am a very, very sexual woman, much more than you might realize. I need someone in my life that can help me satisfy that part of who I am. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that you are the ideal person. You know, when you first started dating Aunt Ellen, I had the biggest crush on you. I saw you as this sophisticated older man, handsome, sexy, smart, and witty. The fact is that I envied her. I still do in a lot of ways. At first I used to have these romantic fantasies about you, and then after you married Aunt Ellen, I'd dream about finding somebody like you. Keith was, actually, probably still is, like you, but he's so damned locked into this new job that he acts like I'm more of cook and cleaning lady than his wife. It's getting to me. I don't want to leave him or the kids or try to start some new life. I just need somebody to help me get through the one I'm already in, at least till things can hopefully get back to normal with Keith. I pray it will settle out someday, but it's been like this for almost three years despite my trying to get through to him just how unhappy and frustrated I am. It doesn't register with him. I just get more excuses. Can you understand that? " "Absolutely," I admitted. She continued, "When Kathy started telling me about her relationship with your friend and how there was a guy I might like for the same thing, I was really curious. When you walked into the restaurant, my mind just exploded. But later, I had time to think about it and consider all the advantages of being with you. It started making so much sense to me at so many levels. Who better to be with than someone I feel physically attracted to, but who I also know I can trust as much as you? In many ways, I've always been attracted to you, but obviously felt that I had to stifle it. You know; the incest factor? But, this isn't really incest, is it?" Sunrise Sunset Ch. 01 "No, I suppose not technically since we aren't blood relatives, but I'd hate to try to explain that to the folks back at the house." "Oh gees, the house," she said realizing how long we'd been away and worrying about somebody looking for us. "We should be getting back," she said. "Somebody's going to start noticing that we aren't there. So where do we go from here?" "I think we need to get together first and really talk this through, maybe over lunch or something. We need to think about how this would work. How about sometime next week? I'll call you. That would also give us both time to really think about this, and make sure we want to keep going." "I've already thought about it a lot in the past couple of weeks," she admitted. "I know what I want, correct that, need to do. I have ideas about how it could work. Keith is away for at least a day or two almost every week, and the kids are in school every day. My time is pretty much my own, but I don't know about you." I took her hand and nodded. "I'll call you about lunch," and then we headed back to the house. She went in first through the same basement door we came out. Then, making sure I waited a minute or two, I went in. The next week, we met for lunch, and agreed that it would be fine for me to go to her house the following Wednesday. Apparently, Jennifer was one of the very few "stay at home moms" in her neighborhood because she hadn't found a job. Virtually none of her neighbors were home during the day. I would leave work about 9:00 telling my secretary that I had an appointment with a client, whom I would indeed go see for a brief period. From where, I'd leave about 10:00 or 10:30. If anybody tried to track me down, I'd just say I'd left early because I had to get to the dentist or something, and it took longer than expected. It was really unlikely that any of this would happen, but it made for some good James Bond intrigue in planning. I'd arrive at Jennifer's around 11:00. That would give us several hours, and all we needed to do is have me out before her kids got home from school. Before arriving, I should call from my cell to tell her I was down the street. That way, she could open the garage door when she saw me coming. Pulling my car into the garage would keep it from being exposed in the driveway. Wednesday arrived, and the morning client-meeting scenario was played out as planned. I arrived at Jennifer's just about 11:00. I called from around the corner, and I saw the garage door open as I drove down the street. She was standing in the doorway to the kitchen as I drove in. I didn't even have the engine off when she pushed the button to let the garage door down. She was wearing a simple white tee shirt and jeans, but no shoes or socks. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. When the cool air from the open door hit her nipples, they looked like they wanted to burst through the thin fabric. I couldn't believe she was barefoot in early December, but I didn't comment, just appreciated. For me, there was something especially sexy about an attractive woman dressed like a barefoot farm girl in jeans and a plain white tee. She was holding a glass of wine. As I stepped into the kitchen, she hugged me with her free hand, and gave me a solid, but not overly passionate kiss. Taking me by the hand, she lead me to the kitchen table where she grabbed a half empty bottle of Pinot Grigio, and poured me a glass saying, "I hope you don't mind, but I've been a little nervous, and I'm already a couple of glasses ahead of you." "You're not the only nervous one here," I responded taking a good swallow. We sat sipping and looking at each other for a few seconds. She broke the silence with a little laugh. "Oh man, I can't believe you're really here. I was so happy to get your call that you were down the street. I kept worrying that you might change your mind. I grinned, "I was worried that when you answered the phone you were going to tell me to turn around. You have no idea how I've been thinking about this after our talk on Thanksgiving. I kept remembering your comments about a teenage crush on me." She laughed, "I'm afraid it might have been a bit more than a teenage crush. It sort of became a masturbation fantasy that has sure been rekindled in the past month." I put my hands over my ears and in mock horror said, "Too much information!" Then I added, "I have a confession to make too. I've had my share of fantasies about you, especially after one time at your dad's house about ten years ago. We were all there for Fourth of July, and a bunch of us were sitting and talking in the basement because it was too hot outside. You were in a director's type chair across from me, and wearing these white short-shorts. I was betting with myself that there were no panties under them. As you squirmed around, the shorts rode up into your crotch far enough that some of your pussy hairs started peeking out. I was so fucking turned on., and sitting there with a hard-on hoping that nobody asked me to get up for anything." Jennifer laughed so hard that she almost spit out her wine. "Seriously?" she asked. "Oh wow. I don't remember that time, but I will bet that there was a good chance that I wasn't wearing panties because I can remember wearing tight white pants and shorts and not wanting a panty line showing. I really didn't like the feeling of thongs up my butt, at least not back then.' A moment of silence passed while she simply sipped her wine, and continued to giggle a little. "You know," she said with a grin, "you would never get that opportunity again to see peeking pube hairs. Maybe rather than just telling you why...." She stood up and pulled down her jeans and panties, kicking them away with her bare foot. "Ta da!" she said striking a mock circus acrobat pose. "Pretty much shaved clean now days." My heart was thumping. Good Lord, just like that she was standing two feet from me naked from the waist down. Her pussy was indeed nearly shaved with a tiny triangle of trimmed pubic hair for accent. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I reached out and put my hand on her belly. Sliding it down over the patch of hair till my fingers found their way between her meaty pussy lips. She was already wet. She spread her feet a little to give me more access, and never protested my exploring fingers as I slid one up into her. I felt a familiar stirring in my own pants as I looked up at her. She was looking right at me, and our eyes locked. "You know," I said, "one of the things I've been wondering about constantly for the past week is what you looked like naked." She spoke in a soft voice. "Then I hope you like what you see," she said before adding, " and what you feel." "I think the tent in my pants answers that," I replied. "If that's one of the things you were wondering about, what else?" she asked. "I've been wondering what you taste like," I said picking her up, sitting her on the kitchen table, and spreading her thighs. My fingers traced lightly along her inner thighs and down to her calves and bare feet. They felt so cold from standing on the floor. I held them in my hands to warm them. I lifted them to the table top which basically forced her to lean back on her elbows. I moved my face to her crotch, and breathed in the pungent, intoxicating, earthy scent of her as I kissed her knees and thighs and belly button. Then I could wait no longer and my tongue found her secret womanhood. My tongue slowly traced up her nether lips. She let out a soft moan of appreciation. , I used my thumbs to gently spread her lips so I could get an unobstructed view of her woman-hole, her pearly wet inner lips, and the pink nubbin of her clit. Moving forward, I kissed it, and pushed my tongue into her, savoring the taste of the nectar on her pussy petals. I looked up to her. She was looking back at me, smiling. Then my face went back to her crotch, and my tongue once again worked its way into her sweet slit. It traced upwards to swirl around her clit. I took between my lips and nibbled gently. She gave another moan of pleasure. I repeated again and again. Her fingers ran through my hair and pulled me to her as I increased my teasing. Then she lifted my face and said hoarsely, "As fantastic as this is, we have to move someplace more comfortable. This table is cold and hard on my tender tusshy." She jumped off the table, grabbing the bottle of wine and her glass in one hand. When she bent to pick up her jeans and panties, she did it in such a way as to raise her ass right in front of me. "Follow me," she said walking toward the stairs. As she started up, she made sure that she stopped about three steps in front of me before proceeding. It was the perfect elevation to give me a gopher's eye view of her luscious cunt lips and ass. When we reached the bedroom, she pulled the tee shirt over her head, pulled back the bed spread, blanket, and top sheet. Then she turned, sat totally naked on the edge of the king size bed. She crooked her finger to signal me to stand in front of her, and I was happy to comply. She reached up and unbuttoned my shirt. She pushed it up to my shoulders, but I removed it, dropping it to the floor. Then she pulled my undershirt out of my pants. I removed that too, and dropped it on the floor next to my shirt. I kicked off my loafers as she stood up and turned me around. "Sit," she ordered while gently pushing down on my bare shoulders. My butt came to rest on the bed as she knelt and pulled off my socks. Then she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and pulled down my pants and jockeys. It was pretty obvious that I was "glad to see her" as my hard member popped out of and pointed toward the ceiling. She giggled. "Oh Uncle Mike, you've brought me my Christmas present early; ummmm, a nice sweet candy cane just for me." Without hesitation, she licked me from my balls to the tip of my dick and back again. I looked down and watched intently as this incredibly sexy, willing woman worked her mouth on my cock. "I think maybe it would be better to stop the 'Uncle Mike', and go with just 'Mike'," I said huskily. "No way," she answered looking up at me. "I like 'Uncle Mike'. It makes me feel so, so naughty." She returned to her licking and mouth fucking action. I was going insane. Without a word, she stood and pushed me back a little so that I was leaning back on my elbows with my butt on the edge of the bed. She backed up, pushed my legs together and pulled me forward a little which brought my legs a bit more off the edge of the bed. Straddling them and taking my cock in her hand, she guided it into her as she settled down on it slowly. She remained like that for a few seconds, her eyes closed as if focusing on the feeling of her cunt totally impaled on my cock. Then, she started grinding back and forth. From time to time she would rise up, and slam herself down hard onto my thighs like she was trying to drive my cock into herself as far as she could. Then she would continue grinding back and forth and round and round; harder, faster. I'd never been with a woman doing what she was doing. She started to moan and whimper. Her head rolled back and I could see that her eyes were open, staring off into infinite space as she cried out with total uninhibited animal release, "OH MY GOD! OH MY JESUS FUCKING GOD!" She kept on grinding faster and harder, moaning through clinched teeth, squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipples. That's when I felt a flood of hot fluid soak my thighs and balls. "Jesus!" I thought. "Did she just piss on me, or could she be a female ejaculator like I had read about? Christ, I could have a niece that was an ejaculator, and not have had a clue for all these years. I thought about Keith enjoying this and none of us would have ever known. Jen collapsed forward onto me, panting into my neck. After regaining her composure a little, she sat up, still impaled on my cock. We both looked down to my wet thighs. "Oh shit, I hope you aren't upset with that," she said. "I haven't cum like that on Keith's cock for a long time. I guess it's been building up. "Do you cum like that all the time?" I asked. "That was fucking fantastic. I've never seen that for real. I've seen it in videos and thought it was fake." "It doesn't happen all the time," she said, "Sometimes if I use a couple of vibrators at the same time to get myself off, it happens. It sometimes used to happen with Keith, but not for the past few years. You aren't upset are you?" "Hell no!" I answered exitedly. "I can't believe I actually felt a woman cum like that. Keith is one hell of a lucky guy." "I wish he thought so. He doesn't seem to have the time for me anymore. She got up and we both looked at my soaked thighs again. Fortunately it didn't seem to have gone too much on the bed sheets. "Holy shit," she said. "I didn't hear you cum? I was flying so high, I didn't even hear you." "That's because I didn't cum," I said. "I was so wrapped up in watching you go animal on me." "Oh Good Lord!" she said scampering up to the bed arranging some pillows behind her head. "We have to get you off before your balls explode." She lay back, lifting her knees and spreading open. "I can't believe you could wait for me like that. It's so sweet and sexy, but you need to get up here and let me help you finish before you end up with raging blue balls. Is like this OK, or do you want me some other way?" "This is perfect," I said. "You look so fucking beautiful and vulnerable." She'd have no way of knowing that seeing women posing in an open-legged beaver-shot' position is one of my favorite things. I'd search the internet for views like this. I repeated, "Perfect in every way," giving her sweet wet pussy a little kiss before kneeling between her spread thighs and sliding into her while she looked down and watched. "Ohhhh damn," she purred. "I love watching it penetrate into me like that. Fuck me any way you want, Uncle Mike. Easy, hard, slow, fast, do anything you want to me. Tell me how you want me. Tell me you need me. Tell me what you want from me." I stayed kneeling for a few strokes to watch myself going in and out of her slick wet hole. I grabbed her ankles, lifted them, and spread her legs out wide. "What I want you from you, is to keep your legs spread so fucking wide that I can get every fucking inch of me into you. Oh Jesus, Jen, you feel so damned good and wet and slick, and I just want to get so fucking far up into you! You just keep your fucking legs wide open for me! Keep your fucking wet cunt open for me! I need your wet cunt open for me! Just take my fucking cock like you want it in your fucking cunt! " I let go of her ankles, and lay forward with my face buried in her neck as she enveloped me in her arms and wrapped her legs around me. It felt so good fucking her slow and deep like this, her position gave me total penetration. She kept whispering into my ear, "That's it Uncle Mike. You have it. You have me. You have my cunt. It's yours. Fuck me! You feel so good up inside me. Push it in me and fuck me! Fuck me any way you want me! Stick it up in me! Use me! Oh God, just use me! Need me! Show me you need me! Tell me you need it!" Her dirty words were spurring me on like a race horse getting the whip in the home stretch. I was insane thrusting faster and deeper. I reached under her, grabbed her ass cheeks and kneaded them, squeezed them. I kept thrusting and pushing into her as deep as I could. My balls were slapping on her asshole. I kept fucking and fucking like I haven't done for so long. I shoved myself into her like she had been grinding on me ten minutes earlier. She never protested or resisted for an instant. She just held on like she was clinging to a bucking horse, telling me over and over, "That's it, Uncle Mike! Do it! Fuck me! Show me you need it! I want you to fucking need it!" She must have sensed that I was losing control and getting close to going over the top, and said, "No! NO! Not inside me. Don't pump it inside me. Take it out! Let me see it squirt! I want to see you squirt! I want to taste you!" Those words were the trigger that initiated the first contraction deep behind my balls. I pulled out quickly, and grabbed my Jenny-juice slick cock in my hand as the first volley of my seed shot onto her tummy just under her tits. She scrambled around quickly and crawled around under me as the second stream hit her cheek. She took my still-spurting cock into her mouth. "OH GOD! OH GOD!" I screamed. I couldn't stop moaning and screaming as her hand milked my cock it into her open mouth. I looked down. She was like a hungry animal sucking and lapping at my semen-covered member. My cock was slick and wet with her sex juice, her saliva, and my cream. As my orgasm subsided, she turned herself around, and pulled me down on top of her. She held my head as she turned my face to hers and gave me a sweet kiss. I lay panting with my heart pounding. There was some cum still on her face. I started to wipe it off but she took my hand away. "Leave it there," she whispered. "I like it there. Oh, Uncle Mike, that was so good. You don't know how happy it made me to feel you wanting it and needing it like that. All morning I just kept wondering how you would feel inside me, and hoping you would want me so much you couldn't control yourself. I wanted you to be an animal. Then, all I could think of is that I wanted to see you release, and feel your cream all over me, and taste you. Please don't think I'm crazy for that. You have no idea how happy I am right now with the feel and smell of you all over me and the taste of you in my mouth. It's been so long since I've done stuff like that." I looked at her, "You think YOU feel good? I'm on freakin' cloud nine." I rolled off of her. She smiled at me, and then rolled onto me so that she could snuggle in with her face in on my shoulder. I must have dozed for a bit because I awoke with a start, and sat up suddenly, frightened and disoriented. The surroundings were strange. She jumped up. Her voice asking if I was alright brought me back into focus. I told her I was ok, that I just must have fallen asleep and was just confused for a second. She sat up, gave me a little kiss on the cheek and said, "Don't go away," as I watched her little naked butt scamper out the door. Where the hell did she think I was going to "go away" to? In a couple of minutes, she came in with a little tray with some quarter sandwiches with no crust, like women do when they have their club friends over for tea. Around the outside were these little petit-four sized éclairs. She set the tray down on the bed as she sat cross-legged Indian style opposite me. "Lunch," she announced. Pointing to the tray and then to her exposed crotch, I said, "Which one?" She burst out laughing. "That," pointing to the tray, "is lunch. This," pointing at her sweet pussy, "is your afternoon snack." She refilled the glasses from the wine bottle on the nightstand. We talked as we ate, but it was simple chatter about kids and school and my job. I even remember thinking how silly it seemed; this little naked picnic on the sheets. After eating a couple of the little sandwiches, Jennifer picked up one of the phallic-shaped mini-éclairs. She made a show of licking off the chocolate icing and sliding the little thing in and out of her mouth lengthwise before putting it in her mouth, biting down, and saying, "Ummmm, this is cream filled too, just like my Uncle Mike." She took the tray over to the dresser, but came back with two of the mini cream-filled delights. Putting one on the nightstand, she smashed the other all over her pussy. "Dessert," she giggled as she straddled my face. I didn't have to be told what to do. I licked every inch of her, savoring the chocolate, the cream, the powdered sugar, and most of all, her sweet pussy. I had just about licked her clean when she dismounted. Kneeling in front of me, she retrieved the other from the nightstand and smashed it on my erection. She smeared it all over, jerking me off with the gooey mess, licking her hand, and then diving down to lick all the creamy, chocolaty mess off of me. In a matter of minutes it was super clean and slick with her saliva. I moved her forward while she was still on all fours, scrambled behind her, and slid my cock into her like she was a horny little doggie in heat. I squeezed her ass cheeks as I thrust into her. Without thinking about it, I impulsively pushed my thumb into her asshole. Her back arched as she squealed grinning over her shoulder. "Oh my Uncle Mike, what a dirty little boy you are. Oh what, could you be thinking? Do you think I'm THAT type of girl?" Sunrise Sunset Ch. 02 The days and weeks following my afternoon with Jennifer at her house were like my rebirth as a man. The middle age funk that had plagued me for the past several years melted away and I was a new person. I felt like I was 18 again. Hell, I even started having spontaneous erections simply thinking about the time spent with her. I had believed that those "thought boners" were truly a thing of the past for me. I assumed that they were basically something for the youngsters, but now I found myself at work with a bulge in my pants that made me afraid that someone would ask me to come to a quick meeting and I would have to say, "In a minute." Things would get even crazier as the days progressed towards Christmas and beyond. I would soon learn that Jenny was like no other woman I had ever known. Arriving back in the office after leaving her house, I was expecting a lot of questions and a third degree from my secretary as to where I'd been all day. She only asked how my meeting went. I answered that the meeting moved into lunch, and that I was sorry I was getting back later than expected. I figured she'd never back-check my comments, and even if my client from the morning said anything in passing, I'd just say that lunch part of the meeting was with a second client. Actually, I was a bit surprised at how easy it had been to disappear for several hours of bedroom joy with Jennifer. Was that a good thing? Not being missed that badly? I wasn't going to dwell on it. I was just walking on pillows and had a hard time containing myself. It almost felt like the night I lost my virginity the summer before I left for college. I wasn't sure how I'd feel walking into the house that evening. There's a long standing Hollywood cliché that after an encounter such as mine with Jenny, somebody can just look at you and say, "Hey, you've been having sex haven't you?" That obviously didn't happen. I walked in, poured my usual Chivas over two ice cubes, and started to glance through the paper before dinner. Part of me hated myself for what I had done, but another felt like maybe this was what I had needed to make me feel alive again. The thing that surprised me, and perhaps frightened me a little, was how easy it had all been. Nobody from my secretary to Ellen seemed to have a clue. It wasn't long into Thursday morning at the office when the phone rang. It was Jenny. "Good morning, Uncle Mike. How are you doing? Was everything OK yesterday when you got back and went home?" I told her that all was well, and that I was dancing on cloud nine just thinking about it. "Me too," she said. "It was so fantastic. I keep thinking about how sexy it was when you licked my pussy on the kitchen table; how much I loved feeling you inside me and smelling your cum all over me; how good you tasted. I had been thinking about you all morning yesterday, and couldn't wait to see how it would feel to have you penetrate me. Last night, I could smell us when I got in bed. I got out my vibrator and pretended you were with me again. I spread my legs and played with myself till I came. I put my vibrator in me, and remembered you on top of me fucking me like an animal. I remembered how you fucked me on my hands and knees had fucked me in both my holes. It made me feel so good to know you wanted me so much. I was starting to feel like I couldn't make a man need me like that anymore." God knows that I'm no prude, but frankly, I was tad shocked to hear her talking dirty to me like this on the phone at ten in the morning. I mean, I had known girls in college who would get a little heated up while you were having sex and could let out a few "Fuck me, that feels so good," type comments. Ellen used to be able to lay out some interesting remarks when she'd get a little heated up and say things to me like, "Lick my pussy. I love it when you lick my pussy. Stick it in me." But I've never had a woman just talking like this in on the phone in broad daylight, at least not one that you didn't have to pay $4 a minute. My cock was so damned hard I thought it would break my zipper. I kept looking out the door of the office at my secretary while she typed orders and invoices into her computer oblivious to the conversation I was having. Thank God she didn't pick up my extension. "Uncle Mike," she asked. "I want you to tell me what made you the most happy? What more can I do to really turn you on and satisfy you?" I asked her to wait while I closed the door to the office. When I got up to slink to the door, I prayed that my secretary didn't look in and see the bulge in my pants. I picked the phone back up again and told her, "Jenny, the whole time was so fucking hot and everything we did just keeps playing through my head and making me hard constantly. I thought I was going to have a heart attack when you just dropped your panties in the kitchen to show me your trimmed pussy. Then, when you came and gushed all over my legs, I was fucking amazed. I had never been with anyone that did that. I just loved it, not to mention when you got up on the bed, spread open and told me I could do anything I wanted to you. I didn't tell you, but that spread open crotch pose with you offering yourself up to me is something that just drove me wild." "Ummmm, I love hearing that Uncle Mike. I can't wait to be with you again. When can we do it again? Soon?" "I wish I could come over all the time," I said, "but it's only a little over two weeks till Christmas, and it might be tough with all the work here and stuff at home." "Yeah," she replied. "I don't think Keith has any multi-night trips scheduled before Christmas. He just said he'd be in town pulling a lot of stuff together in the office before the holiday. I really can't wait to see you again. I hope it's not too long." I agreed with her and told her that I hoped that Keith's job activities wouldn't prevent them from coming to our house on Christmas Day. She told me there was no way that at least she wouldn't be there. Then I told her I'd have to talk to her later because I had someone coming for a meeting in about ten minutes. We hung up and I just sat there thinking about the things she had said on the phone. I had always wished Ellen could do that, talk about sexy erotic things just for fun. It would be so great if she could call me at work with that sort of thing, but it's never happened in a score of years. The thing that amazed me is that Jenny could do it like it was second nature. She was so relaxed and uninhibited that it didn't seem at all "slutty". It just sounded like two people talking about their sexual feelings and needs like it was no big deal. The difference I suppose was that the topics and language were so graphic and a bit "improper" on my office phone that it made it so fucking erotic. Jenny called again the next day to talk. There was a moment of panic when my secretary interrupted in the middle of it to tell me my boss needed to see me ASAP. Fortunately, we weren't saying anything really hot at the time, but still it made me nervous. That's when I suggest that we might have to watch our phone conversations. She asked if she could e-mail, but I didn't want that sort of mail coming to my company account. She agreed that it wouldn't be good to have it in her mail box at home either. We decided to get anonymous accounts with one of the free services. That way, we could control who might have direct access to our electronic banter. Over the next couple of weeks, our e-mail would have made a horny sailor in a whore house blush. She'd go on about what we had done together that first time and the sorts of things she couldn't wait to do with me; how she couldn't help to wrap her mouth around my hot hard cock or to wash my face with her soaking cunt. I'd tell her that all I'd been able to think of all morning was burying my face in her fragrant crotch or slide my cock into her welcoming cunt hole. The dirty talk was giving my middle-aged dick a wake-up call. One day about three days before Christmas, I got a message from her with the title, "open when alone". I closed the office door before double clicking on her mail. The message simply read, "An early Christmas present for my Uncle Mike. Enjoy." There were two attached .jpg files. The first was titled, "My Gift for Uncle Mike". The second was called, "Wish You Were Here". I clicked on the first. It was a picture of Jenny, stark naked, with her legs open and knees up in what I had told her was my favorite "beaver shot" pose. She had on one of those Venetian style masks used at the pre-Lent "Carnevale" masquerade balls. It looked like a doll's face with a plume of feathers out of the top. She was also wearing a red Santa Clause hat. However, there was no question that it was Jenny even though I had only seen her sweet trimmed pussy up close and personal that one day. Besides, I could see that she had used a mirror to take the picture because part of her bedroom was reflected in the background. Her left hand was disappearing off the image, and it was pretty clear that she was using it to hold the camera since was also a bit of a flash aura in the corner. Rather than distracting from the image, its authenticity made it that much more sexy. This was no professional model set up to appear like an amateur. This indeed was an amateur, and one that I had the joy of knowing in the biblical sense. My growing erection made it necessary to adjust it in my pants so it was pointed up and not all bent backwards. I clicked on the second attachment. It was basically the same pose with her penis-shaped vibrator halfway into her lady-hole. My erection was in full hard-on mode and I couldn't help rubbing a little through my pants. I felt like I wanted to jerk off right there, but knew that was an absolute no-no. The in-office taboo made me extra horny. I quickly closed the image in case someone barged in. There was another message from her in the queue and I clicked to open it. "Dear Uncle Mike. Hope you liked seeing my Christmas presents as much as I enjoyed making them. It made me so hot while I was doing them to think that when you saw them, your hand would be in your pants. Please tell me I'm right. When I was finished taking them and sending them off to you, I had to use the apparatus in the second picture to get myself off. Too bad it wasn't the real you. xoxo J. PS Call me so I can hear you panting. LOL!" I picked up the phone and dialed her number. When she answered, all I said was, "The answer is 'yes', you had me putting my hands where they shouldn't be during office hours. However, I don't think playing with myself in my office is a good idea. I won't say what might happen later. Jenny, your pictures were so fucking sexy. I can't believe you did that." She giggled, "I LOVED doing them for you because I loved thinking about what they would do to you. You told me how you love looking at women posed like that. Now I know why women become strippers or post pictures like that on the internet. It's one super rush to think that some guy is out there looking at you and wanting you." I told her that I would e-mail later with more detailed comments, but had better let it go for now. Besides, I might have to go off to the men's room, lock myself in a cubicle, and take matters into my own hands. She giggled again. Before hanging up, I reconfirmed that she, Keith and the kids would be coming over on Christmas. Christmas Day was the usual mob of family. I my parents and Ellen's parents arrived early to help Ellen set up. Ellen's sister and brother arrived next. Jenny and Keith, along with her two, Tim and Lisa, were late, and I was getting a little worried that something might have come up and they had to cancel. I was happy when the doorbell rang, and I looked out to see them all on the porch, looking cold but festive, carrying wrapped boxes. As they crowded in, there were greetings, kisses, and hugs all around. I was glad that Jenny just gave me the usual innocent hug, and didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I carried coats upstairs while they carried presents into the living room and set them around the tree with the others. The script for our family Christmas gatherings evolved over the years and became pretty standard. Generally, everybody started with a drink or two along with some snacks. Afterwards, everyone gathered to exchange presents and express wonder how in the world everybody came up with whatever gift they gave. Following the clean-up of wrapping paper, the afternoon moved on to more serious eating and drinking. Ellen had covered the dining room table with food she had prepared as well as with dishes brought by others. The buffet format let everyone eat whatever they wanted at their own pace. Most of the guys took food and beer into the TV room to watch football or basketball while the women tended to stay in the living room and dining room. At one point during the afternoon when things seemed a little quiet, I was able to catch Jennifer's eye from the kitchen, and motion for her to come see me. As she came into the kitchen, I quickly secreted her through the door to our garage. "What are you doing?" she asked as I maneuvered her to my SUV, opened the back door and urged her inside. I had purposely backed the car into the garage the day before so that the dark tinted rear windows faced the door to the kitchen. I pulled a small box from my pocket and handed it to her. "It's not much," I said, "but I wanted to get you a little something just from me." She looked at me a little surprised, but a smile came to her face. "Uncle Mike, what's this? You didn't need to do this. You and Aunt Ellen already got us something." "I know, but that's for both of you from both of us. This is just from me to you. It's not much. I'm sure you have dozens." She opened it to see the pair small gold hoop ear rings. She looked up smiling, and gave me a innocent kiss on the cheek saying, "That's so sweet. I girl can never have too many gold ear rings. Now I feel bad because I didn't get you something." "No problem," I said. "I didn't expect you to do anything like that. Besides, you can still give me one hell of a great Christmas present if you really want to. Do you know how a couple of weeks ago at your house you said that you might like to meet me in my car somewhere just to give a blowjob? Well........here we are in my car. It's been all I could think about for the past week." I hoped my grin didn't make me look too much like a leering dirty old man. She looked at me. "You're asking me to blow you right here in your garage?" "If you think it's too crazy just say no. I don't want you to think I'm out of my mind, but I have to admit that it's all I've been able to think about for days; ever since you sent those pictures. I was so afraid that something would happen that you guys would have to cancel and not be here today. I backed the car in so that even on the one in a million chance that somebody opens the door, they won't see anything through the dark windows, especially if we stay low and keep quiet. Damn, Jenny, I've been so fucking horny thinking about this, it would probably only take ten seconds to get me off. But, if you don't want to......" "Oh wow," she interrupted. "Look at my sweet shy Uncle Mike, actually asking me for a blowjob, and right here practically under everybody's nose. I love it. It's so fucking hot. You're so cute all hot and horny for me. You're grinning like a dirty old elf." With that, I lay back against the door, and we both started unbuckling and unzipping my pants. I wriggled them down to my knees. I was already hard, and she bent over to take me into her mouth. There was no wasting of time with a lot of preliminaries. No nibbling or kissing or licking. She just went right down on it and started mouth fucking me. Her right hand masturbated me and her left hand cupped my balls. This wasn't one of those "loving and erotic" oral sex sessions. This was like the $50 hooker giving me a quickie in the back alley. I didn't care. I just wanted and needed to get off in her mouth more than anything I've felt for a long time. I stifled my moans, but couldn't help moving my hips to fuck her mouth with the rhythm of her head bobbing up and down. I'm sure it was only a few minutes, but it seemed to go on forever because I couldn't help worrying that somebody would open that damned door to come into the garage looking for something. This was the craziest fucking thing I had ever done, but I had been telling myself for days how much I had to go for it. It was now or never. It wasn't long till I reached the "point of no return" and knew it was only seconds before I would erupt. Jenny knew it too. I figured she could feel my balls contracting as my cock got super hard. She probably tasted my pre-cum because she gave a little, "ummmm" sound. Then the flood gates opened. I felt the release of pleasure rocket through me as the first surge of my semen spurt from me. She didn't pull away or balk, but continued her mouth-fucking and hand action as my fluid filled her mouth. I could tell that she was swallowing it all. As my heart rate slowed, I began to come down from my orgasmic high, and our eyes met. "Well my dear sweet Uncle Mike.....and a very Merry Christmas to you too." "Let me do you," I said huskily, "right here." "She looked a little surprised. "Right here? I'd have to take everything off and what if somebody comes out? I'd never be able to get dressed in time.' "Just let me pull everything down to your ankles. It can work." I pulled her jeans and panties down around her ankles, pushed her legs up so I could get to her pussy with my tongue. I set right to it licking her from hole to her clit and all around her entire crotch. I savored her scent and taste like the best of Christmas sugar plums. I pushed my thumb into her and fucked her with it while I licked her wet slit and clit. She was circling her hips to help and she seemed like it was really good for her, but after a couple of minutes, she pushed me away gently. "I'm sorry Uncle Mike. I just don't think I'm going to get there, not here. Not like this. I'm too nervous being totally exposed like this. I'm sorry. It's not you. Please understand. I want a rain check, and don't doubt that I won't collect from you when I can relax more and not feel all strung up like this." Disappointed as I was, I did understand and helped her get her panties and jeans back in place. "I mean it," she said, "a rain check, redeemable for one tongue-job to be collected at the holder's convenience." We both laughed out loud. The next trick was getting back into the house. I told her to go in first. If anybody saw her, she was to tell them that she wanted to check out my SUV because she'd been thinking about getting one. She could tell them that I told her that she could come out and sit in it to check it out. I would wait for a few minutes and come in with a few extra six-packs to add to the cooler. If anybody saw both of us, I could say I had taken you out to see the car. She agreed and added, "You'd better head right to the powder room and wash your face and hands. You wouldn't want to be sitting next to somebody who might think you were using aftershave that smelled like pussy." God, I loved this woman's mind and her ability to tell it like it is. Then she asked if she could use the upstairs bathroom, and of course I said it would be fine. All my worrying was for naught because nobody saw us or nobody cared. Once again, I was amazed at how all of this could play out so easily. I did wash up and went into the TV room with the guys. About ten minutes later, Jennifer caught my eye from the hallway and motioned for me to come over. She held her hand under my nose and then put her fingers into my mouth. "What do you taste?" she asked. I had no doubts. "Pussy," I said, "and for sure it's your sweet pussy." Sunrise Sunset Ch. 02 She smiled a knowing smile. "I was so horny from the session in the garage, I went up to your bathroom where it was quiet, and I could get myself off." I gave a little chuckle and shook my head in mock disbelief. This woman's sexuality and openness was truly a joy for me. "I brought you another Christmas present," she added as she took my hand and pushed something soft into it. I looked. It was her panties that I recognized from seeing them in the garage. I quickly stuffed them into my pocket. She winked, and made her way back into the living room with the other women. I knew I couldn't keep them in my pocket so I casually made my way upstairs to the master bedroom and into the master bath. I pulled out the panties, opened them up and brought the crotch panel to my face. Her scent was full and rich and filled my nostrils with enough pheromones to almost knock me to the floor. Oh Lord, why was I such a lover of women's sweet secret place? Why did it occupy my dreams and desires from the moment I first knew they were different from men? I stood there breathing deeply, drawing all the air I could through the damp cloth. Had I not just shot my load a half hour ago, I would not have been able to resist the temptation to drop my pants and pleasure myself. As it was, I knew I had to find a place to hide them. I went back into the bedroom and over to the closet that housed the stack of boxes containing shoes I didn't wear on an everyday basis. Finding the one for the black pair I only wore at weddings and funerals, I opened it, and took one last sniff before hiding my gift. After replacing the box, I want downstairs to again rejoin the other guys watching the game. The rest of the afternoon was relatively restful and uneventful. Other than making periodic forays to the dining room for food or to the cooler for a beer, the guys stared at the TV, and made non-meaningful comments about this or that play or other general stuff. I noticed that Keith spent a lot of time working on his Blackberry. I couldn't believe that he seemed to be working even on Christmas Day. I was beginning to see for myself how frustrated and alienated Jennifer must have felt. That evening, Jenny, Keith and the kids were the last to leave. As all were putting on coats and giving those last hugs and handshakes, Jennifer said, "Aunt Ellen, Uncle Mike, I really want to thank you for a wonderful day. I had a great time. I ate too much, but everything I put in my mouth all day was just so tasty." She gave me a furtive look, but never changed her facial expression. I had a hard time keeping a straight face. I was learning that she had a true way with words, and was a master at twisting a phrase. Ellen just responded, "Thank you Jenny." However, I had to be a little more of a wiseass and added, "Don't worry; you're welcomed to come over, and stuff your sweet smiling face with anything you want anytime you like." Since Christmas had been on a Friday, I would not be going into the office for two days. On Saturday, I checked my anonymous e-mail account via my home computer. There was nothing from Jenny, but I left her a little message. "You can't know how happy you made me yesterday. Up until yesterday, the greatest Christmas I could remember was when I was 11 and got my ten-speed bike. Hugs, M" On Sunday there was a message back from Jenny saying, "I loved Christmas at your place too. I have to admit that I had never seen that horn-dog part of you, but I loved it. It thrills me to know that I can drive you to such desire that you'd drag me off to your cave and ravage me. I hope you liked my other little present. What did you do with them? xoxo J" I replied, "I'm pretty sure you knew what I'd do with them when handed them to me. I went upstairs, and after spending five minutes with them over my face breathing in your special perfume, I hid them away for future enjoyment. Thank you. Hugs, M" A couple of hours later, I found, "LOL! I'm getting to know things about you I never, ever knew; things that I really find wonderful and sexy about you. Who would have known, my very own Uncle Mike.....a devout panty sniffer. Go figure. LOL! Just so you know; I love the new Uncle Mike I'm getting to know. Don't try to call me this week because the kids will be home from school. I'll try to call you if I can. I don't think Keith will be going out of town for another two weeks. That seems like forever, but it's the best I can do. I'll let you know. Take care of those panties, and don't wear them out. I have plans for them. xoxo J" I didn't hear from Jenny for the rest of Sunday. Monday morning, there was an e-mail saying, "I hope you're thinking of me. If you start to forget who I am, you have those panties for a little reminder. The kids have been here all day and between Lisa and Tim, I can hardly get on the phone anyway. I'll try to call if I can. I think Keith will be leaving the week after next on Monday afternoon and not coming back till Thursday. Tuesday or Wednesday looks free for me, so let me know. Please tell me that you can get out of the office for some 'lunch'. Remember, I am holding a rain check. xoxo J" I responded that either Tuesday or Wednesday looked like it could be good at this point, but we would talk more as the time approached. It was Wednesday before Jenny could call me. She told me that Tim was over at some friend's house trying out new video games. Lisa had gone to the movies with a friend. Jenny said that it was a delight to have the house to herself for a while, and had spent a little while with B.O.B. to relax. I told her that I wished she had called me while she and B.O.B. were having their relaxing time together. I said it would have been so nice to listen while she had her "date." "Damn!" she said. "I wish I had thought of that. Next time for sure. It's confirmed that I'll have the house to myself next Tuesday. Are you still ok with that day?" I told her that it looked ok at this point. We talked about general things going on during her week with the kids. She said that she loved having them around, but they were both getting to ages where it was sometimes hard to take their know-it-all attitudes. Neither of them seemed to like having "mommy" around anymore unless they needed something. I told her to relax and accept that it was just normal. Before we hung up, she said that she could hardly wait to be with me again, and she how kept thinking about the other times we had been together, even the time in my car on Christmas Day. I could tell that the tone of her voice was shifting from the "Mommy Jennifer" to the "Sexy Woman Jennifer". "Uncle Mike," she cooed. "I want you to do something for me before you come to see me again." I replied, "Anything for you but robbing a bank." She continued, "I want you to take the panties I gave you, and jerk off into them. Fill the crotch with your cream, and bring them with you when you see me. I want to imagine you doing it, and I want you to fantasize about me just the way I did about you when I did it in your bathroom on Christmas. Will you do that for me?" "All I can say is that it would be a pleasure, Jenny," I told her, "even if it's only a self pleasure." We had a few more e-mails for the rest of that week, but no telephone conversations. We talked on the phone a couple of times the following week, and Jenny even treated me to listening in as she "had a date with B.O.B" as she called it. I had shut the office door. Unfortunately, I couldn't do much more than listen and offer a few words of encouragement. It would be a major understatement to say it was erotic to hear that buzzing vibrator and hear her moan while I pictured her spread out naked on her bed. About an hour later, I got an e-mail from her with a picture taken just after her "date". I couldn't see all of her since she must have been holding the camera looking back towards herself. It was aimed only at the vital areas. B.O.B. was lying on the bed between her open legs, and the body of the e-mail containing the attachment read, "He's so tired. Hope you can come with reinforcements soon. xoxo J." Our plan for the following week would be basically the same as the first time we had gotten together, but I wouldn't be able to get there until almost noon. That would still give us a couple of hours together. It was about 11:45 the following Tuesday when I called Jenny from my car, and told her that I was down the street, I saw the garage door open as I approached the house, and just caught a glimpse of her as I drove in. The door closed behind me but I didn't see her waiting in the open door to the kitchen. It wasn't till after I stepped in and the door closed behind me that I understood why. All she was wearing was a red sweatshirt. She was naked below the waist. I chuckled as she put her arms around my neck to kiss me. "Surprised?" she asked. "Surprised and definitely pleased," I answered as I put my arms around her. My hands went immediately to her naked ass cheeks, and then my fingers slipped between her legs from behind to find her wet slit. As my fingers started to work their way between her lips she pulled back a little. "Ok, Mr. Horny Man, time for that a little later," she teased as she led me over to the kitchen table. She had put out a tray of cheese cubes, crackers, some veggies and dip. There was also a bottle of wine. I laughed to myself as thought how she seemed to treat my visits like a little garden party. "I knew you would be coming a little later and wouldn't have time for lunch, but I wanted you to have a little something to snack on, besides me that is. I know you think I'm tasty, but you have to remember that I don't have much nutritional value." She slid the tray a little closer and filled two glasses with Chardonnay. We each took a cracker and piece of cheese, and sipped the wine. "Well," she said. "I'm curious as to whether you completed your little homework task with my panties." I took them out of my pocket and handed them to her. She held them up, looked at them, and balled them up in her hand. "Ah ha," she said, "definitely lost some of their silky softness. It reminds me of something I might find in Tim's clothes hamper." "Oh oh," I said. "Don't be too hard on him. It's all perfectly normal and natural." I watched as she stepped into the panties and pulled them up, pushing the crotch panel right into her pussy. She gave a little, "ummmm, feels just right." "Now that's sexy as hell. You're going to wear them?" I asked a little questioningly. "Don't worry," she countered grinning, "not for long I hope. No need to be worry that I'm not going to take care of you in a very special way." She gave me a little peck on the cheek. "I'm sure my Uncle Mike will be able to have me out of them in a little while. Tell me, did my little request bring back fond memories for you from long ago? I suppose it was all normal and natural for you too?" "Absolutely," I answered. "To further peak your interest about it, I might say that way back then, I made frequent use of my pillow for such purposes, even though in later years I had to be a bit careful about it so as not to be discovered too obviously. Does that sound too weird to you?' "Not at all," she responded. "I had a few stuffed animals that were my very close friends back then too. Someday, after a few extra glasses of wine, we'll have to compare notes on technique. Tell me, did you have lots of girl friends around that time? Did you have any that were 'extra special'?" "I had girl friends, but none that I had sex with till the summer before I went to college. I know you'll think I was a total nerd, but I was a pretty late bloomer and didn't lose my virginity till I was 18. Actually, I sort of think it was almost a birthday present for me from my girlfriend at the time. What about you?" "Hell," she answered, "I was even older than you. I was a freshman in college when I was "deflowered" as they used to say in the Victorian novels. My friends used to laugh at me and call me the 'virgin queen', but that was during the days of women's lib. A lot of girls used women's lib as an excuse to do whatever they wanted, but for me, I figured it validated my doing what I felt was good for me, which for me holding off. I just didn't know any guys at that point that I liked that well, and I didn't want to do something just to do it. I think I made up for it during college. I learned a lot." "So what did you learn that you're willing to tell me," I asked giving a little leer. "At first I didn't learn much at all other than a lot of guys were assholes, and just wanted to get your panties off you and their dick into you. It was all a rush job for them so that they could get it in, get off, and get home before you changed your mind. I really didn't blossom till I started dating a certain upper classman that I met in chorus." "Chorus?" I asked a little incredulously. "You mean like glee club? Somehow I can't picture you in glee club and dating a guy who was also in glee club." "Well, for one thing it's not 'glee club' like you seem to imagine it. This wasn't like whatever stereotype you have in mind with a bunch of nerdy people. It was an acapella choral group that had a great reputation and won contests. It performed all over the country and around the world. In fact, one of the reasons I joined was because they did a fantastic trip every Christmas holiday to perform somewhere really neat. One year we went to San Francisco. Another year we went to Puerto Rico. Hell, I missed out because the year before I joined, the group went to London. It was all part of an exchange program where other schools would come to our campus and we'd go to theirs. The school paid for everything. I actually was afraid I wasn't good enough and wouldn't make into the group." "Ok, I stand soundly corrected. I just didn't know you sang. So, tell me about this guy who opened your eyes as well as your legs." "He was the first guy who really showed me how to take time and enjoy a lot of things about sex other than just fucking. He was the first guy who showed me how fantastic it was to lay back and be pleasured with just his tongue. Man, the first time I ever came on his face it was like heaven. He also taught me how erotic and intimate it was to suck a guy off. The first time I ever heard him yell out when he came while I felt his cock throbbing and spurting in my mouth, it was a total rush. A lot of my old girl friends used to talk about how they would never do that for a guy because it would taste horrible and make you gag. I figure I was abnormal or something because it turned out that I loved it. I still love it as you probably already know." I did know that she was very oral, but she also had to know I was the same way. "I know how you feel, Jenny. I learned the same thing from a girl in college that was obviously more experienced than I was. She got me to do things I hadn't really tried before. All I can say is the first time I ever put my face between her legs and looked right into her pussy, breathed in the scent of her, and tasted her, I was hooked. It was like some sort of drug. I have been a devout pussy eater all my life. When she got me off into her mouth for the first time, I found another drug to enhance the first. I knew that it was something I had to have with any woman I would ever get really involved with." "So does that mean that Aunt Ellen is good at using her mouth?" she asked. "It's funny, you always wonder about your friends and relatives. You wonder what they're like in bed, but you hardly ever find out." "Ellen and I always had pretty good sex, or so I thought till the boys came into our life. Then, she seemed to evolve more into the 'protective mom' role. When we were first married, we used to have some marathon sex sessions. We even bought some porno tapes when they started being released publicly and we got our first VCR. Then that changed. When the boys got a little older, she insisted that I get rid of them because she was afraid they would find them. I was forbidden to bring any more into the house, just like I couldn't even bring in a Playboy or Penthouse magazine. She was concerned about what they would think about us if they found them. She said I needed to change my attitude about things like x-rated movies and magazines. She seemed to become more of the garden variety straight-fucking sort of woman.' "Keith and I were wild people for a long time, but then he got so wrapped up in his career that I took a back seat. I guess things change," she said with a bit of melancholy. "Yeah, so I was told by an older and wiser woman many years ago. But that's a long story and maybe I'll tell you about it some other time." She slugged down the remaining half of glass of wine in her hand. "I think we need to change the tone of this party," she said taking my hand and leading me into the TV room. "I have a little game for you, Uncle Mike," she said removing the sweatshirt and plopping herself on the sofa. She lifted her feet back onto the cushion such that it opened her legs wide. "You can do what you want with me when you get my panties, but you have to do it with your hands behind your back." "Hmmmm," I said, "sort of like bobbing for apples only it's bobbing for pussy." I went directly to her panty-covered crotch. The aroma was pungent, exotic, a blend of her current moistness, the scent that was left from her Christmas Day adventure, and a hint of my own presence that seems to have been re-activated by her own body heat. I pressed my mouth to it and licked her through the fabric. She was tantalized by the feeling, but I knew I had to get direct contact, as much for me as for her. "Unless you want me to chew through these, you'll have to move your legs together so that I can get them down. I backed up and she brought her knees together. I moved up and first kissed each of her tits, taking time to swirl my tongue around her now-erect nipples. He held my fact to her breasts for a moment and stroked my hair and back. "Before you do anything else, I want to watch you get naked." I stood and removed my clothes as she watched. When I finally pushed down my jockeys and stepped out of them, she sat up and pulled me to her. Her mouth enveloped my erect member, and she just held still while her tongue moved over the head of it in her mouth. It was a brief tease because she sat back, and without her saying a word, I understood that I was to continue with her little game. Kneeling again, I leaned forward and took the waist band of her panties in my teeth and started working them downward. It wasn't easy with her sitting down so I told her that she had to stand. From that position, I could work my way around her, first pulling them down a little in front, then the sides, and then over her ass. Gradually, as I circled, I pulled them down to her feet. Holding on to my shoulders, he lifted each one at a time to step out of the panties. She spread her legs and by squatting a little, she provided access for me to maneuver my tongue into her slit. She sat back on the sofa, perhaps assuming that I would return to oral attention of her sweet spot, but I surprised her a little by kneeling on the sofa, straddling her chest and putting my cock to her mouth. She offered no resistance as I held her head and fucked her mouth with slow deliberate strokes. Her hands were on my ass pulling me to her on each inward stroke. With my cock as hard as it would ever get, I moved back, rolled her onto her knees as her upper torso rested on the seat of the sofa. Moving up behind her, I penetrated her, pushing my rock hard member into her woman hole as deep as I could. I gave her right ass cheek a firm open handed slap that resonated through the room. She pulled forward a little in response, but didn't protest. Another slap found its mark on her left cheek with an equally resounding smack. "That's what happens to bad girls who suck the cocks of boys in the school chorus," I said, "and who suck the cocks of men that she makes use their mouths like slaves to undress her." Sunrise Sunset Ch. 02 I began thrusting harder and deeper as I alternately administered open handed smacks on her butt cheeks and then grabbed her hips to hold her while I thrust like a stallion servicing a mare in heat. I could feel that it was only seconds before my man juice would erupt from me. I pulled out and squeezed her ass cheeks around my cock as it erupted on her exposed asshole, smearing it all over her crack. Her right hand went to her crotch to thrust her own fingers into her soaking hole. I couldn't help using my fingers to push some of my semen into her as it dripped down over her pussy lips. When I finally slowed and backed off, she turned and said giggling, "Uhhh, I think somebody just had a really good time making a mess of my private parts. Maybe he should be a nice guy and get some tissues before something drips onto my nice clean carpet. I sure can't sit on the sofa like this." I went to the kitchen and brought back tissues to clean up my mess like a good boy. As Jenny had said, it would not be a good idea to have her living room messed up. Bed sheets can be laundered, but upholstery cleaning was another issue. As I went to throw them away, she followed and gave me a hug. I held her in my arms. "Uncle Mike, come upstairs with me. I do still have a rain check to collect. I do hope you do plan on paying your debts." "Absolutely," I responded running my hands over her back and backside. We picked up our clothes and walked up the stairs together. When we reached her bedroom, she pulled back the covers and reclined against the headboard with her legs open again. "See how I know what you like looking at? I'm a quick learner." After enjoying the view for a few moments, I settled in with my face between her legs, my tongue and lips placing loving and tender kisses, nibbles, and licks. It wasn't long before she was rotating her hips to match my tender ministrations. I slid my right thumb into her woman hole while my middle fuck-finger penetrated her ass. She gave a little start as they entered her, but she continued rotating her hips against my face and fingers. She picked up speed as she started to moan louder, "Oh eat me, Uncle Mike! Lick me! Put your tongue in me! Oh God just eat me all up!" Suddenly, I could feel a mini flood of fluid on my face. "That's it. That's it. I thought with delight. She's cumming like she did that first day when she was grinding on me and riding my cock. She was ejaculating on my face like l had fantasized. I put my whole mouth over her trying to catch and swallow as much as I could as she had done for me in my car on Christmas Day. I wanted every drop of her in me. She just kept moaning and screaming over and over, "Oh my God, Uncle Mike! Oh my God!" She finally relaxed, and she lay limp with my face on her tummy. I could hear her heart beating and listen to the soft gurgling of her stomach. The room was still and quiet but for the winter wind whistling past the window. I could have stayed there all afternoon, but she ran her fingers through my hair and said, "I so hate to say this, but it's getting to that time for you to leave." I looked at the clock and agreed. I pushed myself up, giving her belly button and pussy one last kiss. Then heading into the bathroom, I said, "You can jump in the shower with me, but first I have to pee. I'll be out in a second." "Hold on," she said jumping up and ran in with me. "Wait a second. Would you do something for me? It's something I've always fantasized about ever since I saw this one movie about these women track stars where one was having an affair with her coach. It's about the only thing I never had the nerve to ask Keith." When I turned, her face had this wide-eyed hopeful look like a kid that was about to ask an older brother if he could ride his new bike. "Can I hold it while you pee?" she asked. "Seriously?" I asked mildly curious. "Seriously," she answered. "Like this." She turned me toward the toilet, lifted up my right arm to put her head underneath, and took hold of my dick with her right hand. "Ok," she said, "I can watch like this. Please? It's a girl thing. I've always wondered what it would be like to stand here and aim it while it squirted out. Just go ahead and pee so I can watch." "Easy for you to say," I responded. "Ok, but first, you're holding it all wrong. You'll squeeze it and get more on your hand than anywhere else. Here, use just your thumb and these two fingers. That's it, but now you're aiming at the wall." I put my hand around hers and tried to aim. It wasn't easy to get started under the circumstances. Hell, sometimes it can even be hard to get started in a room full of men where there are no screening walls between urinals. This was even crazier. Finally, it started to flow and she started giggling like hell and shaking it all around. She was like a kid with a garden hose playing with her friends on a hot summer day. "Whoa!" I said doing my damndest to shut off. "You'll get it all over the floor." I steadied her hand and started again. This time it all flew straight and true, but that still didn't stop her giggling. When I was done, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek, "Thank you Uncle Mike. You're sweet. I've always wanted to do that." "Ok," I said, "now it's your turn." She looked at me for a second before she understood and a big smile crossed her face. She started to sit on the toilet, but I grabbed her under her arms. "No," I said pulling her into the shower stall. "Not there; here." I moved her closer to the back wall while I took a step backward leaving about two feet between us. She locked eyes with me for a moment, and then said, "You really mean it. Right here?" I nodded my head and folded my arms across my chest like a stern school master who might have just asked a student to recite her multiplication tables. Spreading her feet out, she squatted down a few inches and leaned back against the shower stall wall for balance. I watched as she used her fingers of both hands to open her pussy lips. She looked up at me as if to say, "I'm really going to do it." We both looked down to her pussy as a small trickle began to flow. In a second it grew to a full stream. I stepped forward, pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. My hand cupped her crotch which had the momentary effect of stopping her stream. In a moment, she relaxed and it began again full force as we continued to kiss. Her fluid squirted through my fingers and ran like hot rain down both of our legs and around our feet. The feeling wasn't truly sexual, but exhilaratingly and intensely intimate. It was so intense that, even now, I can't find words to describe it. It was so strangely uninhibited, erotic, and taboo, but simultaneously so liberating and innocent. We held the kiss until her stream slowed and ended. She nestled her face into my chest, and we continued to hug wordlessly. Neither of us knew what to say. We were both in uncharted waters. I reached around and directed the showerhead as much toward the wall as I could before turning on the water. I had hoped that cold water wouldn't hit us, but enough of the cold spray splashing off the walls and hit us that Jennifer shrieked and danced until I once again pulled her to me trying to shelter her with my body. Within moments, the water was warm and luxurious. I turned the shower head to impinge its full force on us as we continued to hug. The water from the shower felt as warm as Jennifer's own as it ran down our heads and bodies. I took the bar of soap from the dish and rubbed it all over her back. My hands slowly worked across her back and into the hidden secrecy between her firm bottom cheeks. Pushing her away slightly, I repeated the process along her breasts, down her belly, into her secret softness at the confluence of her thighs. Then, kneeling before her as a servant, I washed each leg and foot. I brought my face to her pussy as she held my head to her. I stood and she did the same for me. We both watched as she washed my flaccid penis and testicles and knelt to do my legs just as I had done for her. During this entire time of ministering to each other, we said not a word. I think we both realized that we had shared something that neither of us had with anyone else. It was almost as though we had given each other some form of virginity. I shut off the water as she stepped out to get towels. While drying off, I was the first to speak. "Jenny," I hope you aren't upset with me." "Not at all," she responded looking directly into my eyes. "I told you that it's something I've fantasized about but was always a little afraid to suggest to Keith. As wild and crazy as we used to be, I never felt comfortable asking him about something like that. I suppose I started it with that little reenactment from that movie, but I'm happy that you took the next step. I'm glad we could be this open with each other." We finished toweling off and I gave her another hug and kiss on the forehead. I went to the bedroom to retrieve my clothes from the mixed pile we had carried from downstairs. As I put on my socks and shoes, I watched Jenny naked in the bathroom using a blow dryer on her hair. She hadn't bothered to wrap a towel around her or adopt some other approach to false modesty. I was happy that she was completely free with her body and seemed happy to give herself to me without inhibition. I was fully dressed when she came from the bathroom to hug me. "Sometimes I really like the way this feels," she said. "What do you mean?" "Being naked and hugging a fully clothed man. It makes me feel so vulnerable, so helpless, but knowing he'll protect me. I don't know why that is, but it makes me feel very sexy. Do you think I'm nuts?" "No more than I am," I replied. "It's odd you know. There are times that you are so fucking hot that I just want to ravage you like an animal. Then, there are other times that I feel protective of you in this weird innocent and platonic way." She gave me a little punch on my chest and said, "You have to go. It's getting late." She crooked her arm in mine and escorted me to the kitchen.....naked. "I get it," I said, "this is the last image you want me to see and remember of you, right?" Jenny laughed and gave an exaggerated nod. "You got it." One last hug and kiss and I was out the door to the garage and into my car. As I drove away, I couldn't help thinking of the implications of the past few hours. We had shared some pretty personal things about our youth, and then we had shared something that many people would think, at the least, was damned silly, but maybe even a little disgusting. Yet, it was incredibly intimate. I had never even done some of this with Ellen. Actually, I hadn't even discussed it with Ellen for fear that I would have gotten some pretty negative remarks. I couldn't get Jenny out of my mind, especially what I had said about feeling protective. There were many people who might look at her intense sexuality with a jaundiced eye, but all I saw was an incredibly sweet person who was feeling a bit lost. Despite what we had done in the past couple of months, I really cared for her and I wanted so much for her relationship with Keith to get back on track. I didn't want anything to happen to them as a couple. I had always wished the same could for Ellen and me, but I had no great expectations about that anymore. My reverie was briefly interrupted by the sudden presence of an 18-wheeler whizzing by the entrance to the expressway as I was about to merge. In about 15 minutes, I'd be back in my office and into phone calls and lighting specs as if the past couple of hours hadn't really happened. It was as if a doppelganger Mike had been with a doppelganger Jennifer in some parallel universe. In the past two months, we had learned more about each other's needs and desires than either had previously ever suspected. It was as if we hadn't really known each other for the past 25 years and had just met for the first time. It was as though we could each be transported to this other dimension for a brief period of frolic as our secret-selves, and then go back to being the Mike and Jennifer that other people perceived as the real ones. Which ones were the real ones? Strange, it was all as though the past couple of hours were simply some fantasy or a memory from some x-rated video I had seen long ago. In a little while, I'd be in my office doing what others perceived was what I was supposed to do. At the same time, Jennifer would be greeting her kids when they got home from school and sliding into the role of 'mom'. Nobody was the wiser. I wondered how many other people lived this way. I wondered what other paths there were in the other universe. I wondered if Jennifer was thinking the same sorts of things right now. Snowflakes began to float in the air as I rolled along with the traffic. It wasn't a snow storm, but a few random flakes blowing around hovering reluctantly in the space between from whence they came and the place where they were destined to be. That's much how I felt right now; between two worlds. Maybe I preferred staying in the alternate universe rather than the one that's supposed to be real. (continued) Sunrise Sunset Ch. 03 So who the hell likes January? What does it have going for it other than cold and snow? Ok, that's great if you happen to be a skier. At least December has Christmas and February has Valentine's Day. All I can say about January is that Jenny and I had one great day early in it, and nothing since. Snow became an issue because it closed schools on a couple of occasions making it impossible for Jenny and I to get together. Keith postponed and reshuffled travel on other days which that kept us guessing. Since that Tuesday during the second week, we had not been able to meet at her house. E-mail, a few phone conversations, and one platonic lunch were the extent of our contact for nearly three weeks. Our e-mails were often pretty graphic, describing the sexy plans we had for "the next time", but that was a poor substitute for the warmth of her body. Jenny did her best to keep the heat turned on, and even sent one of her famous spread-legged naked pictures to me. This one, done in the mirror again, had her with a big sombrero over her face, and carried a caption, "maybe we could head south where it's warmer......you can guess what south means. xoxo J." February was just about to be upon us, and Jenny and I were finally planning to meet at her house tomorrow. My phone rang at about 11:00. At first I was concerned that it might be her telling me that something had sprung up again to make us postpone. However, it was Ellen's voice saying, "I'm over at the mall finishing up some shopping. Want to meet me for a quick lunch? Nothing fancy, just something in the food court." I told her I was on my way. Despite the usual lunchtime chaos, I spied her sitting at a table, and we took turns going to various vendors and returning with trays of sustenance, not what one would ever call a great meal. We were almost done when Ellen jumped up waving her arm, "I don't believe it. Jennifer! Jennifer! Over here!" I turned to see Jenny walking toward the table. I don't think she initially knew I was there, and did a little stutter step when she saw me. I pulled out a chair for her as Ellen was gushing, "What are you doing on this side of town? What a great surprise." Sitting down, Jenny told us that she had come over to shop because of one particular store where she was hoping to find a certain Valentine's present. "That is so sweet," Ellen said. "Something special for Keith I assume." Ellen chit chatted with Jenny for a few more minutes, and then picking up her tray to take to the trash, indicated that she couldn't stay because she had to get to a meeting with some of the other women who volunteered at the hospital. "You make sure that Uncle Mike buys you some lunch." With that, I found myself alone with Jennifer. "Well, this is indeed a pleasant surprise," I said, "although a bit awkward. I'm sure my only hope for today is limited to buying you some sort of junk food." "Hey, Aunt Ellen gave her orders, so you owe me a lunch," she said taking off her coat. I slipped her ten bucks, and she headed off through the crowded tables. "I shall return." When she returned I asked if we were still a "go" for tomorrow. Taking my hand, she smiled and said, "Good to go and ready to launch." As she ate, we talked about general things. She was almost finished when I looked across the room and blurted out, "Oh shit. I don't believe this. What the hell are the odds? What other little visitors are lurking here today?" "What?" she said, turning her head before I could stop her, "What is it?" "Damn!" I said again. "I know he's seen us. He's looking right at me." "Who?" she said turning around again. "Paul, a friend of mine." "Paul? Kathy's guy?" she asked turning around once more. By now, Paul had taken all of this attention as an invitation, and he was making his way to the table. "Hey Mike," he said pulling out a chair. "I didn't think you usually ate here. I didn't think the 'grease-burger a la screaming kid ambiance' was your style." He put out his hand to Jenny. "Hi, I'm Paul Pompino" "Jennifer Leccami," she responded. Paul spoke again. "I believe we have a mutual friend. I'm a little surprised to meet you again. The last time I saw you, you were double-timing to the door of 'La Buona Pasta'." Jennifer laughed. "Yeah, I suppose I must have seemed pretty crazy." After a few more innocuous pleasantries, Paul stood saying, "I really don't want to horn in on your lunch. It was just a little surprising when I saw you guys here. It was nice to actually meet you, Jennifer. Mike, I'll call you a little later." "I just bet he will," I said a little disgusted as Paul made his way back toward the main shopping area of the mall. "Damn! I wish that hadn't have happened." "What are you worried about? He doesn't know who I am other than an old friend of a woman he's having a secret thing with. Who's he going to tell? He's in a glass house with a handful of stones that he can't throw." "I'm sure he'll tell Kathy, and she'll call you. The more people that know anything the more likely others will find out. I just wish he didn't know because now, he'll strut around like he's the king matchmaker or something. I should probably just tell him we're just seeing each other for lunch." "Do you seriously think he'll buy that? Look, what's done is done. It's no big deal. I can handle Kathy. Don't worry about it. I'd better get going. I have a few other things to get today." She stood and put on her coat. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I have really been looking forward to another visit from my Uncle Mike. Who knows what surprises it might bring?" With that, she gave me a wink, an innocent peck on the cheek, a little wave, and then walked back toward the exit I put on my own jacket, picked up the trays to empty them, and headed back to the office. It was only about an hour later when I picked up the ringing phone to hear Paul's voice. "You sneaky little bastard; how the hell long has this been going on? How did you ever hook up with her? You'd better tell your dear old buddy all about it." "There's not all that much to tell that you haven't already figured out, or at least THINK you've figured out." "Come on, Mike" I need details. "How long have you guys been seeing each other? I assume you've been playing pillow pong. How is she? I mean is she really hot? Does she offer the full menu? Where do you guys get together? Give!" "Ok, number one, we happened to meet outside the restaurant that day (I lied). I think she might have had second thoughts and was on her way back. If I told you that we were just platonic you wouldn't believe me anyway, so I'll just say that yes, we've been seeing each other." "Oh bullshit with the 'seeing each other' stuff," he mocked. "This isn't Oprah. Is she hot? Does she do it all? Where do you guys get it on?" "She's not a virgin in case that's what you mean. She's got a couple of kids so I didn't have to teach her anything if that's what you want to know. Anything more than that is left to your imagination. We've met at her house when her husband is on one of his many overnight trips and the kids are in school." "Whoa, momma! Her own house? You lucky fuckin' bastard. We have to pay for a motel. Isn't it a little risky leaving your car parked outside while you do the nasty?" "We have it worked out so that it's not that risky. You know I've never been what you'd call a risk taker. It's the way I have to do my job, and it's the way I try to do everything else." I answered. "But I'm beginning to wonder about myself anymore." "So, how has all this new action affected your view of life? Are you shedding some of that middle age funk now that you've been waxing your wick in this chick?" "Ok, look." I said a bit angrily, "I know you have a bit of an attitude about this sort of thing, but I really don't appreciate this stuff about 'doing the nasty', and 'waxing my wick', and shit like that. Jenny isn't some 'chick'. She's a mature educated woman who has two kids to consider despite the fact that here lately she's trying to find some way to feel less lonely and abandoned. Please, stop with the lounge lizard lingo." "Hold on, buddy," no offense taken, but you have to remember something. Let your old buddy Paul tell you some facts of life. You can't let yourself get all hung up and emotionally involved here. I will only bite you in the ass. You need to keep reminding yourself that this is a casual thing, just friends with benefits. If you start making this too romantic and emotional, you're going to end up in a bad place. Take my word for it." "Alright," I said. "Maybe I'm a little touchy here, but just do me a favor and show a little respect. Don't be asking me all sorts of detailed questions and messing in my relationship with Jenny, whatever that happens to be. I don't quiz you about Kathy or ask you for picture postcards. Let's just agree to let each other deal with our respective situations as we wish. Ok?" "You got it. I can take a hint, "Paul responded. "Just remember what I told you. This can be a good thing for you, Mike, but if you let it take over your life, you could end up regretting it." "I suppose it's futile to ask you not to tell Kathy?" I asked. "Sorry, bud. I know you know me better than that after all these years. That was a done deal before I left the mall. My cell phone was out of my pocket 30 seconds after I got up from the table. Besides, what's it going to hurt? Kathy and Jennifer are old friends. I'm sure Jennifer wouldn't be all bent out of shape about it. She'll be happy for her. Frankly, I'm surprised she didn't tell Kathy herself. Then again, maybe she's like you and afraid that people walking down the street can see her scarlet letter glowing through her sweater. Relax. You aren't alone out there." We both hung up and I sat there hoping that I didn't end up regretting it. So far, he was right. This had gotten me out of my funk and the fact that I would be hitting fifty in a few of months didn't bother me that much anymore. I felt like a horny damned college kid again. The following day, I once more found myself driving down Jenny's street as I watched the garage door open. Pulling in, I saw her waiting in the kitchen door. This time, she was fully clothed including shoes. I think the colder weather had ended the bare feet and bottomless meetings for a while. I waited till the garage door was down before getting out of the car. She gave me a warm hug and a kiss as I entered. I held onto her for a long time. I loved the way she felt in my arms. Once inside, she poured me the usual glass of wine while I removed my coat and draped it over the back of one of the chairs. I took a sip from my glass and sat down at the kitchen table as usual. "You know Paul told Kathy about us," I said. "Yeah, when I walked in yesterday, there was a message from her on the machine asking me to call her. She was giggling all over herself about my 'new boyfriend' and asking what you were like. Asking if you have a big one and like 'going south with the mouth'. I just told her that all systems were up and running, but it wasn't any of her business." "I got the same third degree from Paul, and told him pretty much the same thing. Frankly, a lot about his attitude pissed me off. I told him his business was his business, and I felt the same about mine. " I went over to my coat and took out a small box, "Before I forget, Happy Valentine's Day, even if it is almost two weeks away. Who knows, we may not be seeing each other again before then." She opened it. When she saw the gold bangle bracelet, she reached up, put her arms around my neck and gave me a sweet warm kiss. "Thank you Uncle Mike. Once again, you really didn't have to get me anything, but I love it. I have something for you, but it's upstairs. I'll give it to you a little later." "Oh wow," I said with mock enthusiasm, "I wonder what it could be. Are you perhaps carrying it in your panties?" "Don't be a wise guy. You might be surprised, and I hope you won't be upset with me. " I pulled her to me and began rubbing her back, and backside, squeezing each cheek. I had noticed no bra while rubbing her back. Then I kissed her, lifted her sweater and she graciously accepted my hands on her right-sized breasts. I never was a guy who liked big, floppy, overflowing breasts. We kissed hard and deep while her hand unzipped my pants, reached into my fly, and started caressing my balls and growing cock without yet sliding into jockeys. My hands in turn unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her fly. My hands slid down to find the damp crotch of her panties. I pulled them aside enough to let my finger slide between her wet pussy lips. We hugged and swayed together, nearly dancing to silent music as her hand and my finger continued their exploration. "Come upstairs with me," she whispered into my ear. "I have something for us." Taking my hand in hers, she led me up the stairs to her now-familiar bedroom. She knelt to pull a gift wrapped box from under the bed. She set it on the bed, and sat next to it. I took a seat on the other side. "Happy Valentine's Day to you; or maybe, I should say to us." I pulled the ribbon and paper off of the box and lifted the lid. Inside were leather D-ring cuffs for wrists and ankles along with a leather dog collar. There were nylon straps, a blindfold, a cat-o-nine tails whip, and a wooden paddle. I just stared at them for a few moments not knowing exactly what to say. I wasn't sure if she expected me to wear them, or if they were for her. I didn't want to appear stupid, and make the wrong assumption. Jenny spoke before I did. "Put them on me. Today I want to be completely yours; to belong to you; to serve you; to have you use me as you wish. That's my present to you. I am myself my present to you." I said nothing. Obviously, she had put thought into what would make this day something different for us. I didn't know if this was the special present she was looking for that day at the mall or not. I remembered that there was a store in the small strip mall across the street that sold all sorts of sex toys. I wasn't sure if this is something she had done often with Keith or had never done before. I knew that I didn't want to destroy the darker, more intimate mood that was beginning to settle over the room. I wasn't going to laugh or make light of it. I sensed that this wasn't a joke, but something she wanted us to share. I put the dog collar around her neck and fastened it, giving it an extra little tug with my hand from behind to choke her just enough for her to notice. I watched as she closed her eyes and breathed more deeply. I think she was adopting the role, and I told myself that I must also. "If you feel uncomfortable at any time," I said quietly, "just say 'pizza'. Otherwise, you shall do what I tell you to without question. Silently, I placed each of the wrist and ankle cuffs on her. Again, I gave each a little tug and rotated them to let her feel them against her skin. Then I placed the blindfold over her eyes, and commanded, "Stand up!" "What do you wish of me?" she asked. "Shut up!" I commanded. "Don't address me unless I ask you to. Understood?" "Yes," she said. "Yes what?" I demanded. "Yes, Uncle Mike," she responded. "Raise your arms!" I commanded. "Yes, Uncle Mike" "Did I ask you to speak?" I demanded while grabbing her face between my thumb and forefinger. "Raise your arms!" She did so. I lifted her sweater over her head and arms. She lowered her arms. "Damn it!" I demanded again squeezing her face in my hand, "did I say you could lower your arms? Raise them!" She did so. She stood with her breasts completely exposed and vulnerable to me. I caressed each gently, and then smacked each one hard enough to get her attention. She gave a start, but said nothing. I pinched each nipple between my thumb and forefinger just hard enough to make her squirm. Then I kissed and suckled each while kneading her breasts. I pulled her jeans down, and told her to step out of them. She wobbled a little, having a trouble balancing because of her raised arms and the blindfold. I steadied her enough to complete the task. I told her, "I'm going to pull your panties down so that you will be completely naked before me. I want to see you totally and completely naked." I had to steady her a bit as I pulled her panties down. I caressed her breasts again and ran my hands down her sides, over her hips and to her belly. Moving my right hand to her crotch, I put my finger into her wet pussy, pulled it out, and held it under her nose. "What do you smell?" I asked. "I smell my pussy, Uncle Mike," she responded. "Very astute," I said as I put my finger into her mouth. "Now, what do you taste?" "I taste my pussy, Uncle Mike," was her answer. "Do you like the way your pussy smells and tastes?" I asked. "Yes, Uncle Mike," she said. "Put your arms down! Turn around and put your hands behind your back!" "Yes. Uncle Mike." "Shut up! I didn't ask you a question!" I commanded as I smacked her on her bare ass. She jumped a little. Then, after using one of the nylon straps to tie her hands together, I pushed her forward face down on the bed. "Do you know what they call girls who like the smell and taste of their own pussy?" I asked. "No Uncle Mike," she answered. "They call them very bad girls," I said as I gave her right and left ass cheek a good smack, each strike issuing a distinctive clap. She squealed a little. I put my mouth right next to her ear and whispered, "Don't you dare make sounds like that again! If you make sounds, I'll smack you harder." I smacked each ass cheek again, but this time she stifled her response behind clinched teeth and tight lips. I smacked them again. "Hmmmm," I said. "It looks like little Jenny's ass is getting all red and hot. Maybe I have a cure for that. I walked out of the room leaving her there alone and bent over naked while I went to the kitchen. After filling a glass with ice cubes from the freezer, I made my way back to the bedroom. "I think I have something to help cool down Jenny's hot little ass." I rubbed ice cubes all over her ass, and then held them on her skin. She squirmed. "How does that feel?" I demanded "It feels so cold, Uncle Mike," she answered continuing to squirm. "Well then," I said. "I suppose I'll have to add a little warmth." I used the paddle give her a good whack across both ass cheeks at once. She started to scream, but stifled it. "Oh Jenny my bad girl, what other bad things do you do besides smell and taste your own pussy?" I opened the night stand drawer where I knew she kept B.O.B. and retrieved it along with a tube of KY she kept there. "Jenny dear, you'll never guess what Uncle Mike has found," I said while smearing a good dollop of the lubricant on the vibrator. I spread her red ass cheeks and held the vibrator to her asshole. "I'll bet now you can guess." I said as I slowly pushed in into her. I watched it penetrate as she squirmed and arched her back. For a moment, I was afraid that this might get her to cry "pizza". I was happy that she didn't so I continued to push it in further. She was moaning, but I turned it on to full vibrate. She began do moan louder. I smacked her ass. "Didn't I tell you that there was to be no sounds?" "Jenny is such a bad girl," I said. "Look at her. Not only does she like smelling and tasting her own pussy, I think she even likes having cocks up her ass. How about your mouth, Jenny? Are you a bad girl who likes cocks in her mouth? Do you?" "Yes Uncle Mike. I do. I like cocks in my mouth." "Well, let's see what we can do about that." I undressed making sure that I told her what clothing I was I was removing as I did so. The vibrator was still in her ass and running at max speed. I could tell that her squirming was an attempt to rub her clit on the bed. When I was fully undressed, I took the vibrator out of her ass, and lifted her back off the bed so that she was standing facing it. I moved in front of her and sat on the edge of the bed. Sunrise Sunset Ch. 03 "Kneel!" I commanded. Again, I had to steady her somewhat as she did it. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face into my lap. "What do you smell now, Jenny? Do you smell pussy?" "No Uncle Mike. I smell your cock and balls." "Very good," I said with mock sarcasm. "Do you like that smell?" "Yes, Uncle Mike." I leaned back and opened my thighs. Again, I pulled her face to my crotch. "Lick!" I commanded as I held her mouth to my scrotum. She began licking my balls. "Ummm, that's very good Jenny. You must be a bad girl who loves licking men's balls. You do it so well. You must have licked a lot of balls." I leaned back a little more and lifted my sack. "Lick under them!" I commanded. She immediately licked that wonderfully sensitive area between my asshole and scrotum. "Ummmm, Jenny. You are so fucking bad Jenny. I used her hair to lift her head. You are indeed a true ball licker. How about sucking cocks? Are you a bad girl cocksucker as well?" "Yes Uncle Mike," she answered. "Yes what?" I demanded. "I am a bad girl cocksucker." I lifted her head by the handful of hair I was still gripping and pushed her mouth to the head of my cock. "Open your mouth!" I commended. As soon as she did, I pushed her mouth down onto my shaft. "Now mouth-fuck that cock," I demanded raising and lowering her head by the shock of hair in my fist. She didn't need any prodding or forcing. She worked her mouth with exquisite rhythm. She knew what she was doing, and knew what I wanted her to do. I had no intent of cumming in her mouth, not yet anyway, so after a few minutes, I told her, "Stand up." She complied. I stood, turned her and undid the nylon strap through her wrist cuffs. I sat her on the bed, and demanded, "Slide up to the headboard." She scooted back until she was up against the headboard. I took each wrist, ran a strap through the D-ring and secured it to the headboard with her arms spread wide. Then I did the same with her ankle cuffs, raising each leg and spreading it out so that she was completely open and vulnerable. It was a sight that made my heart pound. Both orifices of her female crotch were fully exposed; her hands secured away from her body so that she could not cover or defend herself in any way. She was completely vulnerable, defenseless. I was in complete control of her. If I had so wished or was of such mindset, could do her genuine harm. The fact that I could, yet knew that I would never do it; the fact that she trusted me enough to allow herself to be bound open like this, gave me a powerfully emotional rush like I had never experienced. I was glad that the blindfold prevented her from seeing my eyes moisten at seeing this woman offer herself so completely to me. All I could do was look, and marvel, and worship this gentle, sweet, trusting woman. Yes, I think at that moment, I truly did worship her. I simultaneously felt such control, yet felt so protective. I felt immense gratitude to her, if that made any sense at all. I pushed myself back into role. "So bad girl Jenny, I hope you know that I can do any fucking thing I want to with you right now, and you have no way to stop me. I can stick whatever I want into any hole I want and you would have to take it. What do you think I should do with you?" "What you wish Uncle Mike," she said with a voice that carried the element of a whimper. "Do whatever you wish to me." "Well, my sweet, bad girl Jenny, I think I might wish to stick my cock into you, but I'm not quite sure yet where I should put it. I'm not totally sure just which of your exposed and helpless holes that I would like to PENETRATE with my cock. She reacted when I shouted penetrate. I thought to myself, "Don't give up Jenny, Go with it." I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "I think Uncle Mike would like to penetrate Jenny's sweet helpless cunt hole. He'd like to push his hard cock all the way into her wet helpless cunt hole, and he would like to fuck her sweet helpless cunt hole! He thinks you'd better let it happen, because there's no fucking way you can stop it." With that, I crawled between her bound up legs and pushed my erection into her. She strained at the bounds for a second, but I think only because of the initial feeling of penetration. She was certainly wet enough that it wouldn't hurt. I pulled it out, waved it under her nose, and thrust it back into her. I began fucking her with deliberate deep thrusts. "How's that feel my little bad girl? You like having your cunt hole fucked?" "Yes, Uncle Mike. Penetrate me. Fuck your bad girl. She wants you to fuck her. Do it. Fuck me. Keep fucking me." Some inner animal took over me. Some mammalian mating instinct drove me, and I thrust in and out of her like a bull. She strained at the bounds, but never uttered anything telling me to stop. She never used the safe word that would have made me stop. I kept demanding, "Take it you fucking bad girl! Take that cock up in your sopping wet cunt! Give me your cunt! Feel my cock fuck your cunt!" I could feel my ejaculation coming, and I immediately pulled out of her. I grabbed my cock in my right hand and jerked it all over her face, smearing my semen across her cheeks and chin and nose. "Do you smell that?" I demanded. "Do you feel that?" She had her mouth open to gather what she could as it pumped and flowed out of me, but I was hell bent on covering her sweet face rather than feeding it to her. Finally I collapsed onto her, my arms wrapped around her body. Several minutes passed and I lifted myself off of her. "Oh, you're such a bad girl with such a messy stick gooey face. You're such a bad girl to make me cum like that. Would the bad girl like to cum herself. Would you like to cum? Tell me. Beg me." "Uncle Mike, please let me cum. I want to cum so badly. Please let me cum." "Well, I just might let you cum, but you have to promise me something." "Anything Uncle Mike," she pleaded. "You have to promise me that your cunt and your mouth and your ass are mine to use any time I want them; anywhere I want them. When I tell you to take off your panties and spread your legs for me, or tell you to get on your knees and open your mouth for me, you'd better damned well do it. Is that clear? You don't get to cum until you promise me that. Swear it and then, just maybe I'll help you to cum." "Yes Uncle Mike. You have my promise. You can have me. My cunt and mouth and ass are yours, any time, any place, anyway you want. Please let me cum. Please." I retrieved the vibrator from the floor, turned it on, and slowly slid it back into her ass. I slowly worked all of my fingers into her cunt while I watched her squirm and whimper. I was tempted to try for a complete fist fuck, but thought the better of it, at least not this time. I wondered if she had ever been fist fucked or if that was off limits. "Beg me Jenny. Beg me." I said. "Oh please Uncle Mike. I promise you can have me anyway you want me any time you want me. Please let me cum. Please!" I lowered my face to her intoxicatingly fragrant wet crotch and began licking her entire crotch while working all of my fingers into her cunt. I held the vibrator into her asshole with my other hand while I licked her, and nibbled her, slowly, deliberately, lovingly. She squirmed and rotated her hips as much as the straps would allow until she bellowed out "OH JESUS GOD! OH MY GOD! OH SHIT!" It was like a dam bursting as she flooded my hand and face and soaked the sheets. Oh how I loved this wonderful ejaculating woman. Oh how I was so thankful for her in my life. She finally went limp. I pulled my hand from her cunt and the vibrator from her ass. I leaned forward again on top of her. She lay still while we rested in the peaceful quiet of her room. Before I released her bonds, I had one more thing I needed to do. I brought my face next to hers and whispered into her ear. "Jenny, listen to me. I have to say this. It's important, and I need for you to hear it. No matter what I said today, no matter what I did today, you must understand something so very important to me. You must understand as deeply as you can, that I would never in my life, ever really hurt you. I would give up my life before I would ever hurt you, or let anyone else hurt you. Do you understand that?" "Yes Uncle Mike," she said softly, but I could hear that she was weeping. I gently unfastened the restraints from her wrists and ankles, and lifted the blindfold from her eyes. Her face was wet with her tears and my semen. I kissed the tears from her eyes and kissed her lips softly. She folded her arms around me and buried her face into my chest. Oh God how good this felt. Oh God how I so loved holding her in my arms like this. How I loved protecting my sweet vulnerable Jenny. We must have dozed for a while because when I looked at the clock it was nearly 2:00. She was rousing sleepily. "I have to get going," I told her. She looked into my eyes. "Uncle Mike, thank you for today. I mean it. I didn't know if....." "Shhhhh." I said. I removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles, but before I removed the collar, I said, "You will keep your promise to me, won't you?" "I will Uncle Mike," she responded quietly before looking up into my eyes. I removed the collar, and we both replaced all of the items into the box. It was time for me to leave her again. How I hated this time of the day. How I wished that I could stay with her and just hold her naked body next to mine. My drives back to the office after being with Jenny had become periods of reflection about her, me, us, Keith, Ellen. These times with her had become something more than I could have imagined. Our totally open sexual experience was more than I had expected or had ever been accustomed to in my life. It was simultaneously exhilarating, humbling, and frightening. One thing I was sure of, I wanted nothing to ever hurt this woman, but I didn't know how I could guarantee that. I could only hope that Keith felt that way. While I had grown so fond of her and our shared time, I prayed that she would always be safe and happy. I pulled into the parking lot knowing that I would soon, once again, make my re-entrance into what I started calling my real world. (continued) Sunrise Sunset Ch. 04 It was a good thing that Jenny and I had been able to have our little D&S adventure when we did. The following afternoon turned very snowy. By the next morning enough had come down to make me late getting into work and for the city to close schools. Jenny and I were not able to talk on the phone, but I did receive a quick e-mail from her saying that she felt like a prisoner as the snow piled up. Fortunately, she and the kids were able to keep up with shoveling it because it looked like Keith might be delayed getting back home due to airport delays. It was a pretty quiet day in the office. I lot of people hadn't made it in as of mid-morning and might not bother to come in at all. It gave me a chance to catch up on some work. It also gave me time to reflect about some of the things Jenny and I talked about after our afternoon together. She had called the next day to ask if I was ok. She wasn't sure what my reaction would be to our session with the cuffs and straps. "Uncle Mike, I've been wondering all night if you were upset about yesterday," she told me. "I just want you to know that it was something I've wanted and fantasized about for a long time, but it never really seemed like Keith would be willing to join me with it. You already know that he and I used to have a pretty hot sex life, but anytime I'd sort of allude to something like what we did, he'd either laugh it off or wrinkle his nose about it. I don't think that sort of heavier erotic stuff appeals to him at all. I finally stopped dropping hints. I'm so glad you didn't make me feel foolish about it. I think that allowing myself to be in that submissive role is something that appeals to my need for belonging or wanting to give myself. I'm glad you felt ok with it. I think maybe you even felt more than just ok with it." "I was totally fine with it Jenny," I told her. "Frankly, I was a little surprised at first. It was new to me, even though I always wondered if Ellen might be willing to try some aspects of it. At first, I wasn't sure I'd play it right, but once into it, some sort of switch clicked inside me, and I felt good with it. I just wasn't sure. I just wanted to know that you wanted it and it wasn't something you were doing just because you thought I might. I have to admit, there was something visceral about having complete control over you and taking you like that. It let me see two sides of myself. Knowing that I had your body in control but also your safety was a rush. Knowing that I controlled my pleasure and satisfaction as well as yours was a very powerful feeling. Seeing you so submissive and willing to be used was something very powerfully erotic. I don't know why. I never thought of myself as being that kind of person." "Uncle Mike, we are all multiple people. We have a lot of facets to who we are, and there are many parts to our personality. Some we only show to special people who we know that we can trust. Tell me, did you mean what you said at the end about wanting to protect me and never wanting to hurt me or see me hurt? That was one of the sweetest things anybody ever said to me. It makes me feel special to you" "Jenny, you are special to me. I meant every word of it," I replied. "It was so strange. I knew you wanted to play that scene, and that it was something you wished for, but I don't know why you knew that I would go along." "It was something you said the first time we were together when I told you that it wasn't always good to try to interpret or understand the needs and desires of others, but to just accept them and go along with them. You said you understood that, and I got the feeling that you truly did. There was also that time in the TV room when you slapped my ass and called me a bad girl. I took that as a hint. I hoped that you wouldn't laugh it off like Keith did, and would allow me to experience my desire to be possessed. Thank you. I also want you to know that I intend to keep the promise I made to you. I will do anything to please you. I just need to know that you want me. If I know I'm wanted, I'll do anything, anytime, anywhere. Don't ever be afraid to tell me what you want from me; what you need from me." I was totally blown away by her complete openness and honesty about all of this. This woman continually amazed me with her blend of sexual hunger played against elements of innocence. She could swing from being almost childlike in her need to be cradled and hugged to being sexually aggressive and somewhat exhibitionistic. The dichotomy is something I've always found so absolutely appealing in a woman. But, as she had said, we all have many facets to who we are. Jenny and I didn't communicate too much for the next couple of days until late Friday afternoon, I clicked on to my secret e-mail account, and there was a message from Jenny with a picture attachment. This time, she was wearing the collar and cuffs. She had somehow managed to run the nylon straps through the ankle rings to stretch to the headboard. As before, she was spread out naked to provide a complete view of her beautiful crotch, but it only showed her from the neck down. I could tell that she had used a mirror again. I think that once she learned how much I loved seeing her pussy, these pictures were going to be a weekly thing, and I loved every one of them. The text in the message read, "Something to keep you thinking of me over the weekend. Remember my promise. xoxo J." I smiled to myself and replied. "I don't need to be reminded, I'm ALWAYS thinking of you. To steal somebody else's line, you are always gentle on my mind. Have a good weekend. Hugs, M." The following week was a busy one for me. There was no way I could have broken free to see Jenny. While we were trying to arrange another time that we could meet before the month was out, we had to settle for our usual "cyber sex" mail. We sent each other cyber Valentine's cards. Jenny found one on some crazy web site that showed a woman tied up with leather straps that said, "I'm bound to be your Valentine." It was corny as hell, but I still had to laugh out loud when I opened it on the computer. Early the following week, I got a call at work from Paul asking if I could to stop off after work for a beer. I agreed, but something in the back of my mind waved a red flag. In years past, these afternoon happy hours were just for unwinding, but given the past few months, I had become a bit nervous any time Paul wanted to meet for a beer. After the first draft, he ordered a second round. As soon as the waitress walked from the booth, he leaned forward and said, "Mike, I have something to ask. Before you throw that beer in my face, hear me out." I had recently learned to regard those words as a reason to think about heading for the door, but my curiosity got the better or me. My look told him to continue. "Kathy and I have been discussing something, and we were wondering if maybe you and Jennifer might have considered the same sort of thing. Have you guys ever thought about how great it would be to share some time with another couple?" "Oh shit Paul." I jumped in. "Maybe my mind is jumping a little ahead here, but by 'sharing some time' I'm pretty sure you're not talking about miniature golf or bowling. I take it that you're going to suggest that you and Kathy get with together with me and Jennifer for sex." "Come on Mike," he responded, sitting back up straight. "You can't tell me that you haven't thought about it. Everybody at least thinks about it. Find a list of the 101 most favorite sexual fantasies, and it has to at least be in the top five." "Ok," I told him, "of course I've thought about it, but never thought I'd ever be in a situation of actually doing it." "See!" he responded leaning forward again, "I knew it. You have thought about it, but it was the constraint of a real opportunity that shut you down. I'd bet my left nut that Jennifer has thought about it too. Hey, I get it. I mean, Kathy and I have talked about it a lot, but we never thought there was a low risk way of making it real. We didn't want to just go into some bar looking for somebody or go online advertising like swingers. We had issues about strangers. I mean not even considering the possible diseases, there are crazy people out there. Hell, do you remember that situation at the beach a couple of years ago when that man and woman hooked up with another couple in a bar. They ended up getting tied up and robbed. The guy was hustled around at gunpoint to ATM's all over town and made to drain his accounts before they took him back to torture and kill him. The woman managed to escape by jumping naked from a second story bathroom window. No; hooking up with strangers was never an option for us." "But Jennifer and I are fair game, right?" I remarked. "Fair game? You act like it's an insult. We've known each other more than half our lives. Jennifer and Kathy are buds from way back. Both of them are damned attractive. I know I'm not a movie star, but I'm not half bad to look at, and frankly, I think Jennifer was feeling my vibe a little back at the mall a few weeks ago." "Paul," I interjected, "I think you imagine that every woman passing on the street feels your vibe. I'm not so sure Jennifer would feel the same way. I think she might not feel right about me having sex with another woman or that I'd be cool with her doing it with another guy." "Whoa, buddy," he exclaimed. "I think I'm hearing some things that I heard a couple of weeks ago when we talked. Are you somehow feeling like you and Jennifer are in love, or that you're some sort of deep, romantic, exclusive couple? I warned you back then to keep this light and loose or you'll be getting in too deep for your own good. I mean look, we're all married, and none of us are married to each other. We have other people in our lives to consider so we can't afford to get hung up in relationships like this. It's not like any of us owns the other." "I'm not saying that," I said, "but I'm not sure Jennifer is the type of woman to think about this sort of thing." "Oh wake up, and look around you Mike. Women are no different from men. They think about doing things with other people just as much as men, but they don't talk about it as much because it might make them look 'unladylike' or like sluts. Look at the statistics. Now days, just as many women fool around as men. Often as not, it's the women who are asking their husbands to bring another guy into their bed or admitting that they would like to have some other sort of threesome, or foursome, or moresome. It's not just the guys who think about this sort of thing. What makes you think that Jennifer wouldn't jump at the chance? It's not for you to decide for her. She's a big girl. Let her decide if this is something she'd like to try. " Neither of us spoke for a few moments. It was Paul who broke the silence. "Look Mike. I can't say this thing would ever happen. I don't know Jennifer or how she thinks. I know this. It's a good chance that if she was ready to find a guy away from her husband to broaden her sex life, it's a good chance she may be up for having a little adventure with Kathy and me. You've already admitted that you've thought about it in theory, but never thought you'd have the option of facing the reality of it. Kathy and I have talked about it for the past year, but neither of us wants to risk messing around with total strangers. This is ideal. Here we are, four long time friends who are obviously looking to expand their sexual boundaries. We have the opportunity to live out a long held fantasy with no risk. Just think about it. Talk to Jennifer about it. You might be surprised with how she responds. If she tells you truthfully that she's never considered it or fantasized about it, I'll pick up the tab for every beer we drink together for the next five years." "I suppose Kathy is already laying out this same plan to Jenny." I said. "Of course she is. Well I don't know about already, but she's going to talk to her. Jennifer needs to know how Kathy and I feel about it as much as you do. Jennifer has to have the option of making her own decision. Have you ever actually talked to Jennifer about it? You really should. You might be in for a surprise." There were a few more moments of silence while we both sipped our beers. As much as Paul sometimes irritated me with his cavalier ways, he had a way of knowing what was hidden inside my head. I couldn't deny that I hadn't had the fantasy of a threesome or foursome or some form of group sex for many years. It was always one of my favorite types of scenes in x-rated movies and videos. I remember being really fascinated when I saw a documentary about a famous sex club that was in New York back in the 70's. Years ago when some of the guys in school would talk about group sex parties or having a threesome with a couple of the "townie" girls, I was envious. Maybe I never pushed myself into that sort of activity when I was younger because I was too shy and unsure of myself, but I couldn't deny I didn't like the idea. I once brought it up to Ellen about 20 years ago, but the result was anything but positive or objective. She really jumped all over me about being a pervert. Finally I spoke up. "Ok, I'll talk to Jennifer about it. I have to admit that this is something that I've fantasized about for a long time, and this situation with all of us knowing each other is pretty appealing. I don't know how Jennifer will react, and I'm not going to make some sort of full-court press to persuade her. If she's interested without pushing, we can maybe arrange something. It has to be her call." Paul reached across the table put his hand on my shoulder. "That's all I ask, buddy. Let Jennifer hear Kathy's feelings, and then she can make her own decision. I don't want any pressure on anybody because it's damned important that none of us starts pointing fingers or feeling pressured or freaking out in the middle of it." We finished our beers and left. I drove home wondering what I would tell Jennifer, but then I assumed that she would have already spoken with Kathy. Part of me wanted to have this foursome. It was something I had thought about for many years. Unfortunately, another part of me didn't think that it was as risk free as Paul made it sound. Sometimes it pays to listen to all the voices in your head. The next day, Jennifer called me around ten o'clock. After a bit of small talk, I asked her if there was going to be a chance to get together before the end of the month. She told me that even though Keith was headed out on a trip later this afternoon, she was "out of commission" for this week. I knew what that meant. She said she didn't know about the following week yet. Then I told her that it would be nice if I could see her some way this week, even if just for a quick lunch because I wanted to talk to her about something that I really didn't want to go into on the phone. "I have a feeling that you're talking about Paul and Kathy's proposal to get together," she said. "You guessed it." I responded. "Paul said that Kathy would call you about it, but I didn't know that she'd beat me to it. Do you have any thoughts about it?" "I think we should talk in person. I can meet you for lunch tomorrow if that's ok. Not any place fancy, but somewhere we can talk. What are your feelings?" I told her we'd hash it out tomorrow. I couldn't really tell from her voice if she was for it, or against it, or waiting to hear what I had to say. I was actually a little nervous about it. I couldn't help but agree with Paul that it was the perfect way to live out a fantasy of mine, and I'd probably never get another chance as long as I lived. On the other hand, I didn't want to either shock or offend Jennifer, or let her feel like I was pimping her out or something. I had to know that if she did it, it was something she wanted for herself. Then there was the question of whether I could even perform in front of other people or how I would react to seeing Jennifer, with whom I had more than just a casual acquaintance, engaging in all manner of sex with another guy, even if that guy was someone I knew. Then there was another question that I would have to discuss with Jenny even though I could not have told Paul. The next day, Jenny and I met at this relatively generic diner I knew of about halfway between her home and my office. It wasn't listed on anybody's best restaurant list, but the food wasn't horrible, and it was busy enough that people wouldn't be listening in to what we were talking about. We met on the parking lot, exchanged a hug and an innocent peck on the lips suitable for your average married couple meeting for lunch. After ordering, I initiated the discussion about Paul's proposal. "What do you really feel about this Jenny?" I asked looking right into her eyes. She paused a moment or two, and said. "I have mixed feelings, maybe like you do too. I don't know. Frankly, I hadn't thought about going into something like this when I explained to you at Thanksgiving that I needed somebody to help me get through the loneliness and frustration of Keith putting me on the back burner of his life. On the other hand, if I told you that I'd never fantasized about it, I'd be lying to you. In truth, I even brought up the thought of a threesome or couples swap to Keith way back when we first got married; before the kids were born. I didn't lie to you when I told you that back then, we were a pretty hot team. Only, I don't think he had, or has ever had for that matter, the same strong erotic feelings that I do about something like this. We talked about it, but he never seemed to really want to do it. Did you and Aunt Ellen ever think about it?" "Well, let's just say that I was the one who brought it up one time years ago after we watched this TV documentary about swinging. She was less than objective in her response to my comments. I got lectured and I was accused of not being attracted to her anymore, and she ended up in tears. It was never discussed again. Frankly, I was a little surprised at her reaction given that she seemed to be a little more open and free in her attitudes when we first married. We did some mildly crazy things. However, the kids seemed to change her a lot. I have to admit, that the idea intrigues me and gets my motor running, but at the same time, I don't want to feel that I'm pushing you into anything." "Mike, you wouldn't be pushing me," she said rather seriously. "You should know me well enough to know that I don't let myself get pushed into things. I decide for myself what I do and don't do. I have some definite thoughts about what turns me on and gets me going. You should well understand that after our little session last month. Whatever you and I do together is because I'm ok with it and want it. I think you understand that. It's as much about me as it is about you. I get joy out of pleasing you in any way possible. There's a part of me that delights in seeing you needing me and using me, but I'm not going to allow something that could cause any sort of hurt to either of us. I trust you, and know you feel the same way about me." Our lunches arrived at the table and we had to switch to talking about the weather while the waitress laid out plates. As soon as everything was set, Jennifer continued. "Here's the thing. Kathy and Paul have been together for almost two years now, and I get the feeling that they are acting almost like a married couple anymore. They may be feeling like their attraction is losing a little steam even though their whole relationship is based on forbidden fruit. I figure, this is a way for them to pump it back up with even more forbidden fruit. She said that they've been talking about it, but didn't want to risk hunting up strangers. They are really enthusiastic about something with us because we're a known quantity. From what I heard from you just now, we've both thought about it ourselves, and if we're ever going to try it, this is the opportunity. Sunrise Sunset Ch. 05 Notice: Readers who have been following this story may find this final chapter to be unlike the previous four. It contains significantly less erotic material, but instead addresses the potential ramifications of the extramarital relationship that has been pursued by the main characters. My goal is to examine the sorts of things that could result from this type of involvement, and it considers the impacts, both negative and positive ramifications. If your only purpose in reading is to find explicit sexual material, you could be disappointed. If you are interested in the other side of the story, I hope you will find it worthwhile. "April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain." T.S. Eliot, "The Wasteland" It wasn't much of a view, just a few other cars, a dumpster, and one lonely tree. If you looked at it very carefully, you could see buds starting to form. In a few weeks, there would be leaves, but right now, there was only the faintest green tinge to the dull gray-brown of seemingly dead branches. The day itself was rather cold and cloudy. That's the thing about April. It's the "almost spring but winter can still bite you in the ass" month. In fact, it was just barely April, April first, April Fools Day to be exact. How ironic now that I look back on it. Jenny and I had been sitting in my car parked on the furniture store lot for the past 15 minutes waiting for my cell phone to ring. We were waiting for Paul to call after he and Kathy checked into the motel about a quarter of a mile down the road. The call would give us the number of the room where we should meet them. So why were we going to a motel with Paul and Kathy? It had been a little over a month since the first time that we all had the foursome at Jennifer's house. In the interim, Jenny and I had resumed our e-mailing and cybersex games as well as talking on the phone several times a week. There was one time when we met for lunch, but other than that, this was the first time we had seen each other for a couple of weeks. We had been able to schedule a time together at her house a little over two weeks ago where we broke out her little box of wrist and ankle cuffs again. It had been every bit as intense as the first time, if not even a little more. It seemed to be something that aroused needs and feelings at the core of our sexuality that we had heretofore kept largely suppressed. It was almost convoluted how her complete submission seemed to allow her to express her sexual aggression, and my dominance showed me how to get in touch with some sort of protective male capturing and herding instinct. It was strange in some ways. Ever since our first group session with Paul and Kathy they had been calling us for an encore. Jenny's concern that Kathy would want me to see her alone had not materialized, and to the best of my knowledge Paul had not contacted Jenny about any sort of private one-on-one. I felt like they truly were simply interested in experimenting and exploring with us as way of expanding their experiences as well as enjoying a bit of variety. After all, variety was the spice of life, was it not? I couldn't deny that I didn't enjoy it myself. It seemed like Jenny did as well, but if I had known where it would lead, I would have walked away the night Paul first suggested it. After over a week of adjusting our work schedules and waiting to see what Keith's travel plans would be, we all agreed that today would be a good opportunity to meet at Jenny's house again. Unfortunately, Keith's trip got postponed for a day and Paul wasn't going to be able to make it tomorrow. Rather than postponing our own meeting, Paul and Kathy suggested that we go to one of the several motels that they routinely used for their own trysts. The idea of going to a motel made me nervous, but Paul assured me that he would be the one to register and do all the paperwork. He had a credit card that went to a secret mailbox so the bills never appeared at his house. Money orders worked well to settle his monthly bill so there was no real paper trail. "This is an ok place," he said. "I used to belong to one of the big national chains, but they sold it to a local group about three years ago. It's not some dump. It'll be fine." The furniture store served as our initial rendezvous point. I had picked up Jenny at a supermarket near her house because it didn't seem wise for her to be seen getting into and out of a car at her house. Paul and Kathy were already at furniture store when we arrived. They indicated that they would go to the motel, register, and then call us with the room number. So here we sat; Jenny's head resting on my shoulder; my arm around her; the motor running so that I could keep the heater operating. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering again through the maze of events that had led us here. A few months ago, I would have never contemplated how two people who cared very much for each other, yet knew that they would never be together because they cared even more for others in their lives, could be waiting patiently to have sex with yet two other people that they didn't care all that much for simply for the sheer espresso-like erotic jolt of it. I had no explanation other than frustration and desperation is a powerful wave that propels us through life faster than our ability to make well-thought decisions. We both jumped a little when my cell rang, even though we had both been expecting it. Having lapsed into a bit of reverie in the quiet of the car, the ringtone tune jolted us both back to the present. I punched the button to receive, and held it to my ear. Paul's voice simply said, "We're in room 211. It's around the back so you can park where nobody can see your car from the road. We'll be looking for you so that you won't have to knock. See you in a few." The motel was one of those two-story courtyard designs of the 60's and 70's with all the doors opening onto an outside walkway. I could see that it was probably originally built by one of the big US chains, but sold off after they had fully depreciated it and moved on to build those four and five story hotel style places. Room 211 was on the second level just three units from the stairs. The door swung open as we approached so we never had to knock. As soon as we entered, I could see that Paul was already naked with a drink in his hand. Kathy was standing at the dresser, also sans clothing pouring some bourbon into ice-filled glasses; so much for foreplay and a silly game of strip poker. Jenny and I hardly had our coats off when Kathy was handing each of us a drink. "We figured we shouldn't waste too much time," Kathy remarked, "since Jenny has to get back home for the kids." Paul immediately took Jenny into his arms. After giving her a kiss on the mouth and the neck, he started nibbling on her ear as he pulled her sweater up from her hips. Kathy took virtually the same route with me. I was sipping my drink as she unbuttoned my shirt. I virtually chugged the remainder of the drink so that I could remove my shirt and undershirt. Kathy was already working on my belt, unhooking my pants, and pulling down my fly. I stopped her momentarily while I held her, kissed her, and ran my hands along her back, down into her ass crack, and around to find her already-wet pussy. She moaned as my fingers explored inside her. It was only moments before she dropped to her knees, pulled my pants and underwear down and immediately engulfed my hardness in her mouth. I held her head and fucked her mouth rhythmically. It was all moving so fast. I couldn't help imagining that I had walked onto the set of a porno movie that was behind schedule. The director's assistant striped me, fluffed me, and was throwing me into a scene with my co-star who was already lubed, and ready to go. Standing there, I did get a chance to check out the room. It wasn't too tacky, but it also wasn't first class. I'd say it might have three stars in some travel guidebook somewhere. There were two double beds which offered the obvious arrangement for our parings. Although a daisy chain had been great for Jenny's TV room carpet, it didn't seem like a good idea here. As I continued surveying the room, I saw Jenny sitting in one of the chairs by the window. Paul was on his knees with his face in her crotch and her legs draped over his shoulders. Her eyes were closed, and she was holding Paul's head as he made obvious use of his tongue. I put my hands under Kathy's arms to urge her to her feet and escorted her to the bed that was farthest from the window. As I pulled down the bedspread and blanket, she tumbled into the bed on her back with her legs spread. I don't know if she wanted me to fuck her immediately, but I went down to sample her pussy that was destined to be my lunch for the day. She squealed, "Oh yeah, Mike. Eat that thing. Ummm." Despite how she seemed to be enjoying it, she maneuvered around to 69 with me. As we changed positions, I saw that Jenny was now in the other bed with Paul. She was leaning back against the headboard as he straddled her shoulders and fucked her mouth. I smiled to myself a little because I had learned how much she seemed to enjoy the submissiveness of that particular activity. Kathy's feverishly humped my face with her soaking crotch as she worked her mouth along my flesh-shaft in double time. I realized that if I wanted to get my cock into her cunt, I'd better do it soon or I'd be popping off in her mouth. I rolled out and put Kathy on her back, scrambled up between her legs, and penetrated her in one continuous motion. Her head was at the foot of the bed so it allowed me to look into the dresser mirror and see that Jenny was in the next bed getting a direct view of my ass pumping between Kathy's spread-wide legs. No doubt that she could see my cock sliding in and out of Kathy's cunt. I looked down at Kathy who was looking up at me hissing, "That's it, fuck me Mike! Fuck Kathy's sweet cunt hole! Fuck the shit out of that thing!" I glanced up into the mirror again to see that Paul had Jenny on her hands and knees facing the foot of their own bed. Paul was also one getting the full shot of my cock pumping his girlfriend's snatch. It seemed to be motivating him to give it to little doggy Jenny even harder. Kathy was using her fingers to work her clit, pull frantically on her labia, and sometimes let them feel my slick cock thrusting in and out of her. I looked down to see her face contorted and about to let out an orgasmic scream. I put my hand over her mouth to stifle it. I wasn't sure about motel protocol on mid-day orgasmic screams reaching the ears of the housekeeping staff walking up and down the balcony outside the rooms. Kathy arched her back and bellowed into my hand. I removed it as she calmed down and lay there panting. I took my dick out of her and put it between her ample tits, holding them around me like an artificial cunt. My cock was super slick that is slid between her soft mounds like it was still inside her woman-hole. She looked up saying, "Yeah Mike! Fuck my tits! Cum all over them! Let it go Mike!" I was a sucker for her dirty encouragement. Stifling my own scream with my own hand, I released my hot thick cock cream all over her chest. I looked down as she smeared it all over her tits and face. At that moment I looked over to see Paul pull his cock out of Jenny and jerk it all over her ass and into her ass crack. Jenny had her own hand working on her clit and I watched while Paul, regaining his composure, pushed his fingers into her cunt and work them like a cock. Jenny worked her fingers feverishly, humped her ass against Paul's fingers as he thrust them into her. Finally she buried her face into the mattress and screamed out a muffled, "Oh my God! Oh shit!" Paul collapsed onto Jenny's back. I looked down, and saw that Kathy had been watching too. I lowered myself onto her cum-soaked body and buried my face into her neck. We all lay motionless and quiet for what seemed like a long time, but in reality was probably only five minutes. I heard stirring and then felt a hand on my back. It was Paul. "Hey" he said, "How about trading places for awhile?" I crossed to the other bed where Jenny had moved to the top. She had gathered the blanked and sheet that had been pushed to the floor during the frantic session and crawled underneath. She held it up for me to join her. I snuggled in and we kissed warm and gently. "Looks like you had quite a time over there," she whispered into my ear. "But I'm happy to have you back over here with me." "Looked to me that you weren't having such a bad time yourself," I responded. We kissed again and snuggled under the covers. I could hear Paul and Kathy doing the same thing. More silence as I lay there holding Jenny's warm body next to mine. The only sounds were her breathing, whispering between Paul and Kathy, and the sound of the footsteps and rolling carts of the housecleaning staff making their rounds outside. I think I must have dozed, but when I awoke, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of Paul and Kathy fucking in the next bed. I felt Jenny's hand begin to fondle my cock and balls ever so gently. She whispered into my ear, "Do you think you can rally for another round. I can help you know." I smiled and she went down under the covers. Her hand was soon replaced by her talented mouth, and it was only moments before I definitely showed her that I indeed could rally to the cause. She climbed on top of me, straddled my belly, and, still under the warm covers, guided my cock into her. She rode my manhood slowly as we kissed deeply and tenderly. My hands roamed over her back and breasts and ass cheeks as she continued to ride me. As my hands fondled her ass cheeks, it seemed only natural for me to insert my finger into her ass and work it with the same deliberate purposeful rhythm she was using to ride my cock. From the bed next to us I could hear moaning and words that I couldn't quite understand, but I knew Kathy well enough to guess what she was saying. I glanced over and saw Paul on top of Kathy with her legs wrapped around him to give him deep access. I turned my attention back to Jenny who was looking at me. Our eyes locked. She said softly, "I'm so close Mike. Stay with me, I'm almost there." She was riding my cock deeply, and grinding on me with purposeful intensity. I had felt this from her this before that first time. Putting her mouth close to my ear she repeated in a soft whisper, "Oh Uncle Mike. Oh God, Uncle Mike, I'm so, so close." I could feel my own release getting close, but I didn't want to stop her. In a few short moments, she buried her face into my neck and moaned, "Oh Jesus. I just can't stop it.' That's when I felt the gush of warm fluid flowing from her all over my cock, running down into my crotch and soaking my balls. I couldn't stop myself and exploded my man fluid deep into her, imagining it mixing with hers like a cocktail of human physical pleasure. I didn't cry out loudly, but just softly sobbed into her ear. She held me tighter and made soft, "Shhhhh" sounds. It was so quiet and sweet and intimate. Our little wet secret seemed even more special knowing that Paul and Kathy were only three feet away. It wasn't long before I heard Kathy cry out briefly, only to stifle it quickly and then hold Paul's face into her neck to muffle his own orgasmic moans. Moments later, Jenny spoke up, "Hey guys, I hate to say it, but we really have to leave. I know you probably want to stay longer, but I have to get home." We got up to go to the shower, using the blanket to cover the huge wet spot on the bed. I doubt if either Paul or Kathy would have been upset per se, but they apparently had not yet experienced Jenny's sometime-squirting secret and they might make some jokes. When Jenny and I got out of the shower, Paul and Kathy were still cuddling under the blanket, and obviously playing a little touchie-feelie again. We got dressed and gave each of them a hug before moving to the door. "We need to do this again soon," Kathy said giving a little thumbs-up. "Next time, at my house though," Jenny responded. "I think it's a lot less inhibiting and there's no hired help lurking around outside the door, if you get my drift," placing one hand over her mouth and one over mine. Paul and Kathy just laughed. The ride back to Jenny's car was quiet. She held my hand when she could and I didn't need it to drive. When we arrived back at the supermarket, we gave each other a quick kiss and hug. Before leaving the car, she just said, "I like seeing you happy Uncle Mike. I do love being with you. I'll call you tomorrow." The next morning, as I shuffled through some routine papers at the office, I could have had no idea of the drama playing out across town. It would be a couple of hours until was to have no knowledge of the flood of horrible events that would make this day one of the worst of my life. I could not have predicted a day that would begin chain of horribly painful and emotionally intense events that would impact Jenny's life as well as mine. While I sipped my coffee and reviewed requests for lighting projects, poor Jennifer was about to enter the gates of Hell. Keith's flight to Atlanta was scheduled to depart about 11:15 AM, so he decided to leave right from home rather than bothering go to work for only an hour or so. Without realizing the overall effect it would have by him turning off his alarm the night before, everybody overslept, including the kids who missed their bus. Jennifer would have to drive them to school because Keith wouldn't have time do that and also catch his plane. He was finishing breakfast while Jenny was pushing the kids to the garage, retrieving her keys from her handbag, and searching frantically though the bottom of the bag. "Where the hell is the damned thing?" she muttered. "What are you looking for? Your keys are already in your hand," Keith remarked. "My damned phone," she said in frustration. "It has to be in here somewhere. Shit. I'll find it later." She gave Keith a quick kiss, wished him a safe trip, and jogged out to the car. When she returned almost 45 minutes later, she was surprised to see Keith still sitting at the table. "Jesus, I didn't expect to see you here. Aren't you going to be late for your flight?" "I postponed the trip," he said. "I called Matt Jennings to see if he could go. He'll work it with the travel people to get the tickets changed." "What happened?" Jenny asked. "Are you sick?" "In a way," he said. "Actually, something more important came up." "By the way," he continued, "I located your cell phone." "Good; where was it?" she asked calmly. "ON THE FLOOR IN A ROOM AT THE GOD DAMNED 'RIVER VIEW MOTEL'!" As if the sheer volume of his voice wasn't enough, the words crashed through her brain like the sound of a thousand cannons. Her knees started to buckle, and she grabbed onto the kitchen counter to support herself. Her stomach flipped, and it almost felt as though she would lose her bladder. She couldn't believe; didn't WANT to believe the words she heard and the impact of their meaning. Keith spoke again, this time so softly she could hardly hear him. "A maid found it while cleaning the room this morning. She turned it in immediately. The manager scrolled through the contacts list till he found one tagged 'home', and dialed it. I've been sitting here for nearly a half hour trying to list all the possible reasons, other than the obvious one, why in the hell your phone would have been in a room at some motel." Jenny pulled out one of the chairs across the table from Keith. He was staring straight into her eyes, and she dropped them to avoid his gaze. "I can't think of one either," she said softly. "SHIT! Jennifer!" he shouted slamming his hand on the table. "I don't fucking believe this. You were at a motel? Were you there with some guy? Jesus, I don't believe it. Why Jenny? Why? What's going on, as if I had to ask? How long has this been going on? Who the hell is this guy? Do I know him? I'll kill him! Who the fuck are you cheating with?" Sunrise Sunset Ch. 05 She didn't look up. "I've been with him several times for the past few months. I can't tell you anything more. He's married. He has a wife and kids." "Oh that's just fucking great!" Keith said angrily. "HE has a wife, and HE has kids. What about me Jennifer? I have kids. I have a wife; or at least I thought I did. How serious is this? Am I NOT going to have a wife anymore? Maybe I don't even want my fucking wife anymore." "Please Keith," she said crying. "I know you hate me right now, but I couldn't live if you walked out." She pleaded, wiping tears from her face, "Think about what you're saying." "Why should I stay here, Jennifer? Why should I?" he demanded. "How could you do this to me? This isn't you. You have kids; a decent home. I don't understand how you could sneak around and do something like this," he said with disgust. "Oh I don't know Keith," she said sobbing quietly. "I think maybe you do know how it could happen. As I remember, maybe you should understand very well." "Ohhhh, now I see it. Were going back there?" he railed sarcastically. "That's it isn't it? Were going back to that? That was a stupid one-time thing over six years ago. I thought we put that behind us, but I see that you really can't do that." "NO!" she shouted sobbing. "I can do that! I HAVE done that! I have done my very best to put it behind us. You say it was just a one-shot deal, but that's maybe because my friend overheard about you from some loose-lipped gossips at your company. I called you out before it could get to be more shots. How many shots would it have been if you hadn't been called on it? You were too indiscreet; or too stupid; or too egotistical to hide your little fling over there, and everybody knew about it. It was almost like you were proud of it. Keith the hot shot stud hooking up with one of the chicks in accounts payable. How cool is he? How long would it have been, and how many shots would it have been if I hadn't found out?" "Jennifer, you know damned well that was nothing, but apparently you still think it was. Is that what this is all about? Evening the score? Leveling the playing field?" "Oh Jesus, Keith," she sighed. "Think about it. If I had wanted to 'even the score' or 'level the playing field', I had dozens of opportunities to do that back in Denver. You can't be that naïve. I had guys at work flirting with me and playing little innuendo games with me all the time. All I would have had to do was give any one of them just a hint of a positive response, and I could have had any one of them. But I didn't. I didn't because I loved you. I still love you more than I know you probably realize at this minute. Whatever I did, it wasn't because I don't love you. I love you so fucking much that this is squeezing the life out of me right now." She went for a tissue to wipe her eyes and blow her nose. "I left your little fling behind me long ago. No, I never forgot about it. I never will; but I forgave you for having common human weakness. Nobody is immune to human weakness, Keith; nobody. Sometimes the people who love you the most, and who you love the most have the biggest weaknesses." "So what is it then? What was your so called 'human weakness'? Is this guy some hot stud with a super dick and a turbo tongue? What could he do for you that I couldn't? You have a husband." "Oh shit!" she exclaimed angrily with tears streaking her face. "Are all men this fucking stupid? It wasn't about the sex Keith, it was about the fact that I don't really feel like I have a goddamned husband anymore. I lost him to a fucking job, a position of responsibility, a big ass office. I didn't lose you to some other woman. Shit, I knew back in Denver I wouldn't lose you to some other woman because of sex. Some little horny kid who thought she was something because she could get on her knees or spread her legs for one of the managers. You have to know all too well that there is no fucking woman on this planet that could out-sex me. There is no woman alive that can out-fuck me or out-suck me. But I can't out-fuck a corporate meeting or out-suck a computer. It's not a fair fight, and I lost." He was silent as she blew her nose again. "You stopped being my husband years ago Keith. Shit, you're out of town almost every week for two, three, sometimes four days at a time. Even when you were in town, you were either working weekends or sitting in your fucking den working on that goddamned laptop or playing with that dog-leash of a phone. You're some guy who stops by to eat, sleep, and drop off your dirty laundry. I'm just the cook and housekeeper. If I'm occasionally lucky enough, and you condescend to giving me some sex, I get a five-minute poke-and-pump like some $50 hooker off the street. Then you roll over and snore, or get up and go to that fucking computer. I think you get your rocks off more with that computer more than with me." "Look Jenny," he countered. "You knew that this job was going to take up a lot of my time till I got settled in." "Settled in?" she interrupted. "It's been almost two years of 'settling in' since we got here. How long does it take to settle in? That's not to mention the year you were doing the same thing in Denver once you knew this position here was going to open up and you wanted it. All you used to do was apologize about how you had to work your ass off, but that this position back east was so great. How we'd be back where we grew up. We'd be near our parents and family so we could see them more often. I'd hear about how much more money there would be and how it would make our lives so much better. I hardly saw you for a year, but I figured that once we got here (if we got here), it would be back to normal. But it isn't. If anything, it's worse. Oh yeah, I have a nice fancy house and a hot car, but I don't have a husband anymore. I'm alone here. I gave up my job. I gave up my friends that I had for the past dozen years. I don't have anybody back here anymore, Keith. I didn't have any connection, and I didn't have you. You had your job and your staff. You didn't need me anymore. I needed to be needed. All you needed was your fucking meetings, and airports, and spreadsheets, and laptop." There was silence except for her sobbing that she tried but failed to stifle. Keith stared into his lap and didn't look up. Jennifer sat helplessly feeling like Keith was thinking that she was the biggest slut, whore, piece of shit on the face of the earth. She wanted desperately for him to say, "Oh God Jennifer, I understand, and I'm so sorry." She yearned for him to take her into his arms; to cry with her; to tell her that he understood; to tell her that he forgave her as she had forgiven him back in Denver. But he didn't. He just stared silently into his lap. The only sound in the room was Jennifer's sniffling and the hum of the refrigerator motor. "Keith," she said quietly. "Do you remember how it used to be when we first got married and had that little apartment? We didn't even have decent furniture. We had that old bedroom set from your parents and the beat-up dining room stuff that my parents had stored in the back of their basement. We spent weeks refinishing it. We went to that second hand store and got that old sofa and coffee table. We even had wooden boxes for end tables till we bought the ones those people at my job were getting rid of. We used to have great times then. We were crazy together. You couldn't wait to get home, pull my clothes off and fuck me right on the floor. We'd have these noisy marathon sex sessions and we'd laugh about how the people in the apartment next door were probably listening at the walls and jerking off. We even broke the springs out of the bottom of that old sofa doing it one day. When's the last time you ever wanted to fuck me on the floor, Keith? That's what I need, Keith. I don't need some fancy house or expensive car. I want somebody who needs me so much he can't wait to get to the bedroom and so he fucks me on the floor." "So is that what he did for you," Keith said icily, "fuck you on the floor?" His words sliced through into heart her heart quicker than a sword. She got up from the table, and went to get another tissue to dry her tear-streaked and mucus-soaked face. "Listen, Keith," she said quietly and controlled. "I get it. I know that right how you hate me more than any person could hate anything, or anybody anywhere. You should understand that I do know exactly what you are feeling right now. I've sat in your place at this moment thinking the same things and feeling the same way. But I also know that crying and feel sorry for what I did while you brood and hate me isn't getting us anywhere right now. I need to just get out of the house for a little while." Keith looked up. "Are you going to see him? Are you leaving me and the kids?" "Jesus no," she said resolutely. "I never for one second ever, ever thought about leaving you or the kids. It was never, ever about that. I know you can't understand that right now. I can't know what's going through your head right now, but for me, leaving you is not one of my options, and never was. I love you so much Keith. Please, somehow try to remember that." He didn't respond. Walking over to the door to the garage and retrieving her handbag and coat, she turned to Keith saying, "Look, I know that you aren't about to talk this through right now. You've crawled into your cave, and rolled the rock in front of the opening. Unfortunately that's your way of handling stuff like this, but that's who you are. I need to talk this out with somebody so I'm going over to my Aunt Ellen's." "Your aunt," Keith questioned, "why the hell would you go there?" "Where the hell else can I go. I need some woman-to-woman time on this. I sure as hell can't go to my mother. She'd tell my dad, and that would kill him, literally kill him. Aunt Ellen is level headed. She isn't going to over react, jump all over me and judge me. We can talk more like sister to sister, woman to woman." "Jesus I hate for anybody in the family to hear about this. Why not go see your friend Kathy?" Keith offered. "You're close to her, aren't you?" Jennifer just laughed quietly to herself. "No," she responded. "That's not an option, trust me. Kathy's probably the last person I want to talk to about this. Ellen can keep a secret." Jenny pulled her keys from her handbag and paused at the door. "Keith, look at me. I need you to look at me when I tell you this because I have to know it's not just sliding through your head without you hearing it. I know that right now you think that I'm a piece of garbage, but please just know that I love you as much as anybody can love anyone. Whatever I did wasn't because I don't love you. I don't know what will happen with us, but all I can hope and pray for is that somehow you can forgive me as I've tried to show you that I forgave you. I promise that I'll be back before the kids get home. Please promise me that you'll be here when I get back. Please?" Keith said nothing, but gave her a slight nod before he turned back to staring into his lap. Jenny pulled her car out of the garage and drove down the street. She began sobbing uncontrollably again. Trying to use her hand to clear the tears from her eyes so that she could see, she searched franticly for a pay phone, cursing the fact that with everybody now having cell phones, virtually all of the pay phones that used to dot street corners were gone. She also cursed the fact that at some point, she would have to retrieve her own cell phone that now rested in the hands of the manager of the damned 'River View Motel'. She would have to go there and face him to claim her property, knowing that the whole time that he leered at her his dirty little mind was imagining every sexual act that she would have been doing in that motel room. What had Keith told him when he called? It was just about 11 AM, and I was in the middle of a meeting with one of my technicians reviewing a request for a proposal for a lighting system for an art gallery renovation. The secretary came in, "Mike, I hate to interrupt but there's a woman on the phone who says that it is absolutely imperative that she speak to you immediately. She says she's your niece. I hope it's now something really serious." I dismissed my tech and reached for the phone asking him to shut the door on the way out. I was getting a sick feeling already about this call. "Jenny?" I asked. Before I could say anything else, she sobbed into the phone, "Mike, I have to see you right now. For the love of God don't tell me you have some stupid meeting or report due or any of that crap. I have to see you right now." "Jesus, what's wrong?" I asked starting to get really nervous. "What's going on?" "I can't talk here. I'm on some pay phone on the wall of a convenience store. Meet me at the mall as soon as you can. I'll be at the end where that big sporting store is. I'll be parked across the street from that Italian restaurant. "I'll be there in ten minutes, I said, but I had to ask again, "What is it Jenny? Tell me something." "Just meet me at the mall," She repeated, and hung up. Grabbing my coat and walking double time passed the secretary I told her that there was a minor emergency that I had to look into, but that I probably wouldn't be that long. As I reached the mall parking lot, I saw Jenny's car already parked where she had told me. She had seen me coming, and was out of her car trying to open the passenger door before I even had the engine shut off. I could see that her face was a mess of tears and smeared make up. "My God Jenny, What's going on?" I pleaded as she climbed in. "He knows, Mike. He knows I've been having an affair." Her words hit my ears like a gun shot. My stomach felt queasy and my bowels flipped. For an instant I thought I'd vomit. "How? What? You mean he knows about us? About me?" I questioned in a panic. "Not about you. He just knows I've been with another man. My cell phone must have fallen out of my handbag yesterday. The housekeeper found it, and they called my home number. Any other day, I would have gotten the call or the message, but Keith was home this morning about to head to the airport. God, Mike, it was horrible." She fell into my arms and sobbed hysterically. I was too frightened to even ask her anything for several moments. My mind raced in fast forward. Ellen would find out. It would be horrible. Oh God, it would be bad enough with some stranger, but Jenny. Oh shit! Jenny gained her composure and told me the entire morning's events, virtually word for word like it was a horrible afternoon soap opera, only this was real. "He doesn't know who you've been with or any of the details?" I asked. "No, and don't worry. Believe me. I'd rather die than tell him about you. I'd never in a million years want to hurt you, or Aunt Ellen, or my parents, or the kids. Oh God, this is such a fucked up mess." "What are you going to do, Jenny?" I asked now crying myself. "I can't let you take this all on yourself. I have to tell Ellen." "NO!" she screamed. "No matter what, you can't tell her! You have to take this to your grave! You have to promise me! PLEASE! Don't tell her." She started sobbing again, and I pulled some tissues from the console of the car. "Listen," she said. "I don't know what's going to happen next. I needed to see you and tell you. I left Keith at the house and asked him to please wait for me to get back because I was going over to Aunt Ellen's to talk this out, and try to get my head back on straight. That's where I'm going next." "Holy shit! Are you serious?" I questioned. "Don't panic. I'm not going to tell her about you, but I just need a woman's ear on this thing. I need to talk to someone who's calm and insightful to help me think straight. I've always trusted Aunt Ellen and respected what she has to say about anything." She seemed to be calming down a little, but I had to add, "Jenny, I feel like a total shit for getting you into this, and I can't stand seeing you take all the heat. I'm willing to try to explain it all to Ellen and take the hit. I once told you that I would never hurt you and would die before I let anyone hurt you, and I meant it." "Uncle Mike, please stop trying to be a damned white knight. You didn't get me into anything. What I did was totally my decision, and I have to work through it in whatever way I can. All I can do is pray that Keith calms down, and somehow forgives me. He's not stupid and has to look back at himself as well. Right now, I need you to just understand, and let Keith and I work through this. Don't take this the wrong way because you mean so much to me, but the best thing you can do for me right now is give me some space. I needed to give you a heads up because I didn't want you getting blindsided by Ellen if she tells you later that I was there and what's going on. She may just decide to keep it between us. I don't know. Please just let me work through this. I'll call you at some point to let you know what's going on. If you want to do something, just pray that Keith can look at himself in the mirror, and then look into his own heart. I've tried to make him understand that I love him, the old him. It's this fucking new job that's blinded him as well as me. If anything, I'm the one that dragged you into this. Please don't blame yourself. I have to go. Remember, promise me, just play dumb with Aunt Ellen, and let me do what I have to do with Keith. I love you guys very much, and I couldn't live with myself if this backfires both of you." We hugged again, told her again that I was so sorry, and told her that I would say a little prayer for her. As she drove away, I began to cry again. It was at least five minutes before I got out my cell and dialed Paul's number. When he answered, all I could say was, "You fucking son of a cock-sucking-bitch bastard piece of dog shit!" "Holy shit, Mike?" he said surprised. "What the hell is that for?" "He knows you bastard. Jenny's husband knows that she was having an affair. Her cell phone was found on the floor of the fucking motel room. Three guesses who took the call from the manager to report that they had found it?" "Oh shit! Are you telling me he knows about you; about me?" "He doesn't know those details and Jenny swears that she's not going to name names. That poor sweet kid is in the fucking quicksand, and we're letting her get sucked down. If you hadn't talked me into this or hadn't asked use to go to that fucking motel, this would never have happened." "Hold on Mike," he exclaimed. "I feel bad as hell about this, and frankly scared as hell too. She could easily change her mind or get pressured or beat into giving names. Is her husband the kind of guy that would do that?" "No, I don't think so," I said. "I think he's pretty level headed and from what Jenny tells me, there are apparently a lot of reasons why he might realize that he should work through this with her." "Ok, so hopefully they'll both calm down and things can get fixed. You don't think he'll divorce her do you?" "Hopefully not," I said, "but who knows what will happen. I don't know what you want to do about Kathy. You may want to give her a heads-up, but you have to get her to swear she won't call Jennifer. Jenny doesn't want the world to know and she probably would be really pissed at me for even calling you. She made me promise to stay away till she works through this mess, and I swear, Paul, if you or Kathy get in her way, I'll go postal on both of you. I mean it. I'm about ready to lose it already." "I get it Mike. I do," he responded resolutely. "We'll keep our distance. Listen, I am really sorry that she has to have this shit on her head. She's a sweet lady, and from what little I know of her, she's pretty smart and strong. She'll work it out. I know it." Sunrise Sunset Ch. 05 When I walked into my house that evening, my heart was pounding and my head was swimming. I didn't know what to expect. Had Jenny lost control and told Ellen about me? I tried to play it cool when I walked into the kitchen. Ellen was just preparing dinner as usual. I poured my usual drink, and sat to look at the paper. But that's all I did; look at it. I couldn't focus enough to actually read. Dinner went as usual and Ellen didn't say anything about Jennifer, but she seemed distant, quiet. Then she started to cry. Oh shit, did she know about me? "Mike, I'm really worried," she said. "Jenny was over here today and she and Keith are in big trouble." "What kind of trouble?" I asked trying to stay calm but showing my concern. "Jenny has been having an affair, and Keith found out about it. She's a mess and so is Keith. She's so upset. I can't understand why she did it, but apparently Keith's total involvement with his job made her so lonely and alienated that she's been seeing some married guy for the past four months or so. I can't understand it. It's just not like her. I'm so worried that she and Keith will divorce and how that will mess to the kids. She tells me that they've been through this before when Keith had some stupid fling about six or seven years ago. She's hoping that they can work through it again, and I've been praying and worrying all day. I love her so much. She's like a niece, sister, and daughter all rolled up into one. I'll die if something bad happens." She began to weep, and I gathered her into my arms. "Jesus, Ellen, I don't know what to say," I replied feeling like a piece-of-shit hypocrite. "I really hope it can work out for them. I love her too." For the next several days at work, I was like a caged animal. I waited for a call, but none came. I checked my e-mail account every few hours, nothing. On Friday, I finally sent a quick e-mail to her, "I've been frantic thinking about you. If you can, please let me know that you're ok. I pray that you're ok." I didn't even sign it. I wasn't sure how to anymore without shooting myself in the foot. I spent the weekend wondering. Tuesday of the following week, was the first I heard from her. She e-mailed, "I'm doing better. It's pretty tense and awful. Keith has been sleeping on the sofa. The kids don't understand, but we're trying to get through it. We told them that dad had a bad cold and didn't want to give it to me. I doubt that they're that stupid, but they're smart enough to keep their distance. They can sense something, but we're trying to stay civil in front of them. Keith is at least talking to me, and we've agreed to go to marriage counseling. That much at least gives me hope. I wanted to do it six years ago, but Keith refused. I think that he's in favor now because the shoe's on the other foot. Don't worry about me. I'll keep you informed. Thank you for caring. You are so special. J" The following week, I kept checking for messages. Again, by Friday I couldn't stand it, and sent her another message just saying that I was thinking of her and praying for the both of them. The following Wednesday, I got her response saying, "It's still pretty cold around here, but we do seem to be talking more and trying to communicate better. Sometimes Keith seems a bit open, and then he'll go into his cave for hours and hours. We've started seeing the counselor today. She seems pretty nice so far. We went together for the first meeting, and she has a pretty intense schedule outlined for us in the beginning. For the first few weeks, she wants to see us as a couple and also each individually once a week. We'll see how it goes after that. I'll talk to you when I can. Please don't worry. Stay well. Remember how special you are. J" The lack of communication was tearing me up and frustrating me, but I knew I had to concede to her wishes. The fact that they were starting counseling and therapy was making me hopeful that things could be resolved. There were several more e-mails indicating that things were stable for the most part, but they sometimes they fell into arguments and accusations. Keith still wanted to know about the man she was seeing and what they did together, but the counselor repeatedly told him to redirect his thinking away from those details and focus on what they needed to do to reconnect. It was almost mid May when I picked up the ringing phone and heard Jenny's voice. "Holy shit Jenny! It's so damned great to hear your voice," I said elatedly. "How are you doing? How is Keith doing? What's happening with you?" "We're doing better, but I wouldn't say that we're 100%. Our counseling sessions are down to only one meeting per week as a couple because we've been able to start talking without yelling. The counselor has recommended that we take a trip together without the kids to try to reconnect as a couple. We're heading to Bermuda on a two week cruise. A couple of days over, we'll spend eight days on the island, and then a couple of days back. It works out well with the kids still being in school. They'll stay with my mom. I wanted to let you know because I didn't want you to worry if you didn't hear from me for a while." "It sounds great," I said. "Please call me when you get back." "Maybe I'll send you and Aunt Ellen a post card," she laughed. She did call when she got back to tell me about the cruise. She sounded happier than I could have imagined. She told me that she and Keith had really been talking about a lot of things and starting to learn a lot about each other's feelings that seem to have gotten shuffled into the corner over the past 6-7 years. She said that she'd keep me informed, but that the next month or so would be a critical time. We did message each other a couple of times a week and talk on the phone now and then, but it was mostly just to reassure me that things were getting better. She always told me that she hoped Aunt Ellen and I were doing ok. During the past couple of months, she had been calling Ellen regularly and had gone to lunch with her a few times. Ellen relayed news to me about their progress even though I had heard much of the same from Jenny. It wasn't till July 4th that I actually saw Jenny again. Her dad had an annual cook-out for the family. Jenny and Keith and the kids were there. They seemed to be a regular family. In fact, Keith and Jenny seemed happier than I could have imagined under the circumstances. I was thrilled for her. I hoped that it wasn't all a well-acted play. The afternoon had settled into evening when Jenny and Keith gathered us all and announced that they had some news that would probably not make us all very happy. My heart sank. I prayed that this wasn't going to be news that they were divorcing. "Keith and I have decided to move back to Denver," she announced with what seemed to be a little bit of over-compensated enthusiasm. People were surprised and her mom exclaimed, "NO! Why do you have to go away again? Is Keith being transferred or is it another promotion? Are you just doing this for more money? Why do you have to go?" "No, mom," she reassured. "In fact, Keith has gotten a different job at another company out there that used to do some business with the company he's with now. He's quitting the job here. It was requiring too much time away and too much of a work load. If anything, he's stepping back down the ladder for awhile, and it will be less pay. However, my old company has offered to hire me back, and with both of us working, we'll be more than fine. We've been talking about this for a while and we think it's best for both of us and the kids. We didn't want to say anything till Keith's job offer was officially tendered yesterday. He was out there for several days a couple of weeks ago doing interviews, but that was more of a formality. We won't be moving for another couple of months because Keith has to give notice, we have to make some trips to find a house, and we have to put ours up for sale. It's going to be pretty hectic, but we'd like to be moved and settled in time for the school year starting out there. " There were more questions and well wishes and congratulations. I was able to catch up with Jenny alone after the general hubbub ended. "How come you didn't tell me about this?" I asked. "Are you sure about this?" "We are certain about it," she answered. "Keith and I as well as our counselor feel like getting away from here would help to clear the slate for a new start." "How about the old slate out there with Keith's past fling," I asked. "I can handle that," she answered. "I had handled that years ago. Believe me, I didn't feel as much threatened by that situation as Keith seemed to be about this. As long as he was going to be out of town for days at a time, week after week, I don't think he would have ever felt comfortable leaving me here. I think I have him convinced that it's over and that there won't be an encore, but we both think this is best for us. Look, I can't say much right now, but I really want to see you and hash this all out. Please? Can we do that? You deserve that. It would mean a lot to me to really clear the air." After the July 4th announcement, I decided at it would be better to let Jenny call me at her discretion rather than me trying to contact her. It sounded like they would be pretty busy for a while. She did send me a message one day that she and Keith were going out to Denver for week to do some house hunting. She called me when she got back to say they had found a few possibilities but were going out again the following week to take the kids to look at a few more. It was one morning in late August when she called and asked if I could find a little time to meet her to talk. We arranged to meet at the same place where we had that fateful morning in April. I decided to drive to a quiet place near a park not far away where it was shady and we could be more comfortable. Luckily, there was a break in the late summer heat and it was unusually dry and comfortable with the windows open in the car. "We'll be leaving in just a few days," she said, "so I really wanted to have some time to talk. I needed to tell you that Keith and I are starting to feel like we are on pretty solid ground again. We've pretty much gotten a blessing from the counselor, but she gave us the name of somebody she knows in Denver so that we have someone to contact if we want. We gave her permission to send our records to that counselor, and we even stopped in on one of our house hunting trips to introduce ourselves to her." There was a bit of a lull when I said, "Jennifer, I truly hope that you guys are going to make it and be even stronger. You have to know that all I have hoped and prayed during the past four months is that you'd stay together and come out fine." She hugged me and said, "I know that Uncle Mike. I've wished the same for you and Aunt Ellen. I never ever wanted any of this to get back to you guys. You have to understand how much I love both of you, and that I'd never have forgiven myself if anything would have hurt you. She's my aunt, my sister, my second mother, my friend. I love her and I love you too Uncle Mike, in every sense of the word." My eyes started to moisten. "I love you to Jenny. I love you every possible way, and I've always wished the best for you. I have to ask you something though. It's something I've thought about a lot, but I can't understand. You've always said how much you love Ellen and would die if she ended up hurt. I haven't been able to really understand how we could have had the relationship we did with you feeling that way." She laughed and said, "I was wondering why you never asked me that. I wanted so much to talk to the counselor about it, but couldn't because I was afraid it would somehow get back to Keith. In my own sideways, convoluted, crazy way of thinking about it, I genuinely felt that I was protecting Aunt Ellen." "Protecting her?" I questioned. "That's right. When I first saw you in that restaurant back before Thanksgiving, I was probably just as shocked, maybe even more so, than you were to see me. It was just too hard to process. Then I started realizing that you were there because you really had committed to finding another woman to be with. I started thinking that you might end up with some woman who could be carrying whatever sort of disease; or maybe a gold-digger divorcee with kids looking to steal a new husband; or maybe some psycho like the one in that 'Fatal Attraction' movie that might try to harm either or both of you. I knew that if you were dead set on finding another woman, I was the safest one for you. As long as you were with me, Ellen was safe. I wasn't going to hurt you or her or try to break up your marriage. That's one of the reasons I was concerned about you seeing Kathy when I wasn't around. I felt like I could give you what you were looking for; you could give me what I needed; and I'd be sort of your guardian. I know that might not make sense to a lot of people, but it made sense to me." It was my turn to laugh. "Strange as it may sound, I do understand. Maybe I even felt a bit like that about Keith. I always felt protective of you, and I think part of that was that I was protecting you from leaving Keith. I kept hoping that he would get his act together at work and you'd be back on track with him. It finally happened, but not without all the pain and suffering I hoped wouldn't happen. I thought that at some point we'd both realize that we only needed to be there for each other till things settled out." "I suppose we were just a couple of dude-ranch horses," she sighed. "I did talk to the counselor about that." "Ok, dude-ranch horses? You're going to have to explain that one to me too." She smiled. "I had this friend in Denver, a co-worker, who was raised on her parents' ranch about an hour and a half outside of the city, up in the foothills. It wasn't some fancy big race horse type operation. They just bred and raised your good old basic horses, whatever kind they are, for general folks to ride. Some people bought them and boarded them there. Some came up for the weekend to ride. They even had a few rooms to rent, sort of a small bed and breakfast." "Anyway," she continued, "these were pretty docile animals, but every now and then, one would bolt out of an open barn door. Sometimes, especially in the spring when they were out in the corral, one would raise their head like there was a scent on the breeze; the thawing ground, the greening prairie grass, something. He might start prancing in circles or run from fence to fence until, maybe he would just jump the fence and gallop out into the prairie; kicking up his hind legs, bucking, just acting nuts. The first time she saw this, she ran in a state of panic to get her dad. He just calmed her down, told her it was alright, and not to worry. Usually, in a few hours, the horse would come back and stand by the corral like he wanted to be let back in." "Sometimes," she went on, "if the animal didn't come back after awhile, her dad would throw a saddle into a jeep along with some carrots or apples, and a bucket of oats, Then he and one of their hands would go out looking. She went with them a few times. One time, they had to come home and go back out the next morning, but they found him. They'd usually find the runaway a few miles away just contently grazing on some wild grass. Her dad would walk up slowly, speaking softly, holding the apple and the bucket of oats. He'd rub the horse's neck with his hand or his own head, and then after a while, would lead him back to the jeep, saddle him and ride him back to the barn. He'd usually just go right back to his stall for a wipe down and brushing." "The point is," she sighed, "that they knew where they belonged, and didn't really want to run away. They had a home, and knew their place. They just needed a little time to run out in the prairie without a saddle and munch on some wild flowers. I think we were a little like; maybe you a little more than me. When I look back, I can see that I was feeling sorry for myself, and feeling trapped. I wanted, needed, some attention." "Jenny," I said, "I can't help but understand what you're saying. I've thought a lot about all of this too. I've been so angry with myself for doing what I did, especially since it got you into such trouble, and I was standing back safe and warm letting you out in the cold. It flew in the face of me wanting to care for you and protect you. I do love you, Jenny, in all the right ways. All I can wish for is your happiness." "I love you to Uncle Mike," she responded a little moist-eyed. "I always have, but now even more because of what I've gone through. I'd better be going. I promised Aunt Ellen that I'd have lunch with her to say good-bye. It isn't good-bye though. I want you guys to promise me that you'll come and visit. I'm hoping to get settled and do Christmas at our place this year. Please tell me you'll come. I'm trying to get my parents and Keith's parents to commit as well. We can show you all around. Maybe go skiing. Hey, maybe we can even go up to my friend's and see some of those horses." I laughed, and we hugged. "Sounds like a plan," I told her. "Listen, I've deleted all of your pictures so we can forget this all ever happened." "Oh, Uncle Mike," she said wiping her eyes. "I never want to forget any of it. I don't want you to either. It's a permanent part of who we are. It was stupid and selfish in many ways, I know. I regret the anguish and worry it caused, but I don't regret a second of our time together. It helped me to really know you. You're a truly caring person, and you were always sensitive to my needs. I got to try some really intimate things with you that I'd always wanted to, but was afraid to with Keith. I don't know how he would have responded to some of it. I'm not at all ashamed of what we did, but we have to understand deep down that they can never happen again. They will be our special secret for the rest of our lives. I really want you and Aunt Ellen to be closer so you'll never even think about doing anything like this with anybody else ever again. Promise me." "I promise, Jenny. I hope you know that I feel the same way about you. I hope this somehow this works out for both of us, but it's going to be some heavy baggage." "I know," she said. "We just have to accept it as a double sided coin. Hopefully more good than bad will come out of it. I guess in every marriage, there's a lot of good stuff and bad stuff that comes rolling down the road. You just have to keep plowing forward and hope there's more good stuff than bad stuff.' I burst out laughing, and she seemed upset. Perhaps she thought I was being cynical. "Trust me, Jenny," I chuckled. "I'm not laughing at what you said. It's very insightful and so true. I'm laughing to myself because you are the second very wise woman in my life that has told me the same thing. You are as special as they come." "I have to go or I'll be late," she said. "You guys better be out at Christmas to see me I'll hunt you down. I'm going to get Aunt Ellen to sign in blood." I kissed her hand, we smiled a special smile, and I took her back to her car at the mall. We held hands as I drove. One more hug, and then I watched as she got into her car and drove away. Later, as Ellen and I were cleaning up after dinner that evening, she said, "I had lunch with Jennifer today. They're moving the day after tomorrow. I am really going to miss them. After all those years, she was back here where I could be with her, and now she's going away again. I can only pray that they all continue to do well. She's planning on having a Christmas gathering out there this year, and I told her we would come. I hope that's ok with you?" "No problem," I said. Then Ellen continued. "She really got me thinking today about us. I know I've been into a lot of stuff here lately and maybe I need to cut down on that a bit so we can spend more time together. That cruise she and Keith went on sounded like fun. I know we've already missed our 25th anniversary, but maybe we could do something for the 26th, like a second honeymoon."