177 comments/ 698266 views/ 175 favorites Another Chance By: DG Hear Not much sex in this story. If you are looking for something erotic to read, you may want to pass on this one. This story is more about dealing with a cheating situation. It could have been Non-erotic or Romance. Thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for always making my stories a better read. DG Hear * Since the invention of the Internet, life changed for most people. It got to a point where almost everyone I knew wanted a computer. We finally joined the computer generation a couple of years ago and broke down and bought one. At the beginning, it was the new toy in the house. Deb, my wife would use it for e-mail and games. The kids, Kyle and Kayla, used it for games and some homework assignments. Me, I used it to search the web and look for porno. That's what I did with a lot of my late nights after work. I worked the second shift and got off work from the factory at midnight. I didn't want to go to the bars like a lot of the guys; after all, I was married. So, I always headed for home. Everyone was sleeping, so I went on the computer. After awhile it was all the same stuff and became old. I really didn't become addicted like I hear a lot of people do. I went to these story sites and read stories about everything you can imagine. I couldn't believe most of what I was reading. Did people really do these things or were they just fantasies? I found myself caught up in cheating wives stories, all these women cheating on their husbands. It's kind of hard to believe but it does put thoughts in your head. So, now here I was kind of watching my wife's actions. When we went out, I would mention to her about dancing too close or being too nice to different guys. We would actually argue about it. I knew she was a good looking woman but I had really no reason to distrust her. I found myself looking in the clothes hamper or looking at our e-mails. Just so stupid what comes to mind after reading these stories. I started reading less and less but a lot of the thoughts were still there. I remember reading about men finding their wife with another man and standing there and watching them. I had to ask myself, "Would that actually be a turn-on catching your spouse with another person?" I kept thinking about it and, with my jealous attitude, I didn't feel it would be a turn-on to me. I told Deb about these thoughts and she asked me why I would even think about things like that. She didn't want any other man but me. I met Deb when we were in our twenties. It was at her sister's wedding. We danced and became good friends after that. She told me she was a school teacher and I told her which factory I worked at. We started dating and were married about a year later. The following year we had Kyle and two years after that Kayla was born. Deb's sister Sandy was a wild one whom I met years before at school. We didn't date but she was pretty much a slut. I guess I shouldn't say that or I would be considered a slut too. I was rather wild in my day too. She would have sex with just about anyone. As far as I know, almost every guy on our football team had been with her. I was part of an after-the-game gangbang that she was at. No one forced her and she had done it more than once. She and one of her girlfriends, Ann, would have sex with almost everyone at the drop of a pair of pants. I knew her husband, Bob, from work. He was one of the supervisors on the day shift. He has since been transferred to another of our plants. He was about as wild as Sandy. He was the one who invited me to their wedding. I didn't much care for Bob because I knew the kind of guy he was. I liked him even less when I thought he was trying to hit on Deb after we got married. She told me that she thought he was just being nice since he was our brother but I knew better. I told her if he ever tried anything with her to let me know and I would knock him on his ass. She told me to lighten up; she was mine and only mine. We had agreed to never talk about our past relationships because we were both rather jealous people. I didn't want to go out some evening and come across some guy that she had mentioned having sex with; also I didn't want to explain to her that I had screwed her sister. When Kyle was eight and Kayla was six, they were both in school and Deb and I were getting along pretty well except for arguments that everyone has. We didn't get to see enough of each other, being on different shifts. I was alone during the day and she was alone with the kids at night. It was not the greatest situation for a marriage, but that was the way it was. One day, as Deb was getting ready for work, she asked me if I could stop by her sister Sandy's and fix her plumbing. Her kitchen sink was leaking and Bob was useless as a handy man. I laughed when she said the word plumbing and she quickly said, "The sink's plumbing, not my sister's. If you ever try fixing hers, you'll be sorry." I told Deb I would stop by on my way to work and fix it before going in. She kissed me and then headed out with the kids to school. I couldn't help think about Sandy. I knew, from what Bob told me, that they were probably swingers. They didn't have any kids because Sandy always said it would ruin her figure. She did have a pretty good one but wasn't any better than Deb's and Deb had two kids. Sandy has always tried to come on to me. I did my best to just kid around with her. She looked good but wasn't worth losing my marriage over. I remember her telling me that someday it was going to happen. Sandy worked as a part-time cashier at one of the local grocery stores. She had the day off, knowing I would be by to fix the plumbing. When I got there, she had on a sexy robe. She offered me a cup of coffee and we talked for a few minutes before she showed me the sink. I could tell it was just clogged as I removed everything from under the sink so I could take the trap apart. Her husband surely could have fixed this. He probably didn't even try. I was on back with my head under the cabinet putting the trap back in. She had put too many egg shells and potato peels in the disposal and it clogged the drain. As I was putting it back together, she stood straddling me so I could glance up her robe. She didn't have any panties on and said she wanted me to fuck her. I have to admit that the sight was great. Seeing a woman's privates is definitely a turn on. I could feel myself getting hard as I looked up under her nightgown and robe. "What are you doing, Sandy?" "I'm going to fuck you. Do you like what you see?" She reached down and touched the lump in my pants. "Stop it, Sandy! I'm trying to finish this job." She backed away for a minute and I finished putting the pipes together. When I got done and stood up, Sandy said, "Are you going to fuck me now?" "No, Sandy. I can't do this. Deb is your sister and I love her. I won't cheat on her, especially with her sister." "You fucked me in high school. Yes, I remember that hard cock of yours. Are you too good to fuck me now?" "Sandy, please! I love Deb; she doesn't know about our past together unless you told her. You're a beautiful woman but I love Deb." "You foolish, foolish man. Either you fuck me or I'll tell Deb that you did anyway. She'll believe me; after all, I'm her sister." "Why would you do that? Why hurt us? Deb's your sister and loves you." Sandy laughed. "The prissy little sister of mine thinks she's a goody two shoes. Well, we'll see how she reacts when I tell her about you fucking me." "Sandy, don't do this. I'm not having sex with you and I'll tell Deb about us in high school. I know she'll understand." I grabbed my tools and told her that her damn sink was done. I jumped in my truck and headed to work. My head was spinning. Would Sandy make up a story and lie to Deb? When I got to work, I called Deb but she wasn't home yet. I left a message, "Deb, I love you and have something to tell you about your sister when I get home tonight." I went ahead and started doing my job. It was hard concentrating with this shit going through my mind. It started off as a normal day, just like any other day, but now it was all mixed up. I called home again around six but no one answered. I called Deb's mom and asked if she knew where Deb was. "She went out with Sandy and Bob. I have the kids here. Deb asked if I could watch them for a few hours while they went out. I told her I would just keep them for the night. I love having them here. Is there something the matter, Ray?" "No, everything's fine. If you see her, tell her I love her and will see her tonight. I have to get back to work." It was one of the longest nights in history for me. I knew I had to tell Deb about me and her sister. Hell, it was before I even met Deb. I'm sure she would understand. Finally my day was over and I headed home. I pulled in front of the house and saw there was a car in the driveway. I knew it was Sandy's. I guess it was time to face the music. I went to open the door and it was locked. I took out my key and couldn't believe what I saw. There in my living room was my wife, Bob and Sandy. Sandy was sitting on my couch holding Deb's hand. Bob was pulling up his pants; my beautiful wife was on the couch with her legs spread wide open and Bob's cum dripping out of her pussy. Everyone was startled as I opened the door. Sandy had a smile on her face and Bob had a shit eating grin on his. My wife Debbie looked half scared and drunk. Now I had to face reality. I don't know about the guys in the stories I read but I did not have a hard-on. I did not like seeing my wife in this position. I was stark raving mad as I ran over to Bob and hit him as hard as I could. I knocked him down and started beating on him. Behind me I heard screaming. I didn't know if it was Deb or Sandy. I must have hit Bob a good five times before I felt a thud on the back of my head. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I looked around and saw a man in uniform. Must be a town cop. "I see you're back into the world. I'm patrolman Gene Andrews." "Where exactly am I and where's my wife? What happened to me? "Slow down there, Mr. Harper. You have a concussion from being hit over the head with a glass vase. It seems you got into a fight at your house and the police were called. You were to be charged with assault but the charges were dropped. You're a very lucky man. You could have gone to prison for as much as eighteen months." "What about the assault on me? You said someone hit me over the head." "According to the witnesses, you came home and started a fight with your brother. In order to get you to stop, his wife hit you over the head with the vase. You were only hit once and it was to stop the fight. You should thank them for dropping the charges." "Where was my wife when you got there?" "When we arrived, your wife was busy throwing up. Your sister-in -law said she had too much to drink and you got mad at her and, when you went toward her, your brother stopped you and you starting fighting with him. All he did was try and protect himself. When we talked to your wife, she said she hardly remembered anything but you screaming at her." "If the charges were dropped, then why are you here?" "My supervisor called while you were still out and told me to wait and get your statement. So, what happened?" "I have nothing to say." I wasn't about to tell the world that I caught my wife screwing another man. I just laid there and said nothing. "Okay, then, have it your way. According to the doctor you will have to be here till tomorrow. I suggest you think about what you did and thank God that no charges were filed. You're a very lucky man, Mr. Harper." The officer left and I laid there with a terrible headache. What was I going to do next? I knew I couldn't live with a cheating wife, but I had to know why she did it. I called my sister to come pick me up the next morning. I didn't have any way to get to my house and I sure the hell didn't want Debbie picking me up. While I was waiting for Amy, my sister, to come, the phone rang. It was Deb. "Do you want me to come and pick you up? We need to talk now that we are even." "Even? What the hell are you talking about? You fucked Bob and say we're even. I have Amy coming to pick me up. I just want to get a few of my things and I'll be leaving." "What do you mean leaving? I just got even with you for what you did," replied Deb. "I'm not talking about this over the phone. Amy and I will be by to pick up my things and we'll talk then." I hung up the phone and waited for Amy. She showed up a few minutes later and we headed to my house. I asked Amy to wait in the car. I knew she liked Deb and I didn't want her to be in the middle. I knocked on the door and Deb opened it. I asked where the kids were and she told me they were still at her mom's. I spoke first. "Did you get my phone message?" "Yes, and Sandy told me how you forced sex on her. How could you do that?" She was crying lightly. "I did no such thing. That's why I left the message. I went to Sandy's and fixed her plumbing. She started coming on to me and I told her 'No' but she kept pushing the issue. She told me she would tell you that she had sex with me even though she didn't." "I don't believe you. You're lying! Why would my sister lie to me?" "She's jealous of our marriage. She wanted to see if she could break us up and it looks like she succeeded. Why do you think she sat there and let Bob fuck you? They're swingers and wanted to involve you so you would fuck Bob. It looks like they both got what they wanted. You let Bob fuck you and our marriage is dead." "No, it's not true. I did it to get even with you. You raped my sister and I had sex with Bob to get even with you. Sandy even knew you were not circumcised and about the mole on your upper thigh." "Your sister is a fucking slut. The reason she knew that was because I fucked her in high school, along with every other guy. She would put out for any guy, usually more than one at a time. I never told you because I fell in love with you and didn't want to lose you. Then you said we would never talk about our past relationships and I put it all behind me." "I don't know what to believe... Sandy's my sister." "... and I'm your husband. You couldn't even wait to ask me or call me about it. Instead you let Bob fuck you. Do you really think that would solve the problem if I raped your sister? You must have wanted him awfully bad to let them talk you into it." "But... Sandy said..." "I don't give a rat's ass what your whore of a sister said. It's not only you letting another man fuck you. It's the not respecting me or trusting me to at least let me hear the charges against me. If I raped her, then why didn't she call the cops?" "She said she didn't want to hurt me with a family scandal." "She didn't have any problem hitting me over the head and calling the police here last night. The reason she didn't scream rape was because it never happened. You go right the fuck ahead and believe who you want, but this marriage is over. Why would you want to live with a rapist? No, you wanted to let Bob fuck you and use me for an excuse." "No, that's not true. I love you." "You better look up the word love. It doesn't include fucking other men. I'm going to get a few of my things and I'll come back next week for more stuff while you're not home. I'll see a lawyer first thing Monday and get the divorce started." "Ray, wait! This isn't how it was supposed to happen. Sandy said she forgave you and you would forgive me. I was just getting even with you." "No, you were just getting fucked by Bob and your sister." I went and grabbed a suitcase and put a few personal things in it. "What am I to say to the kids?" "Tell them whatever the fuck you want. Tell them I raped your sister and that you're a fucking slut. I don't give a damn. I don't want to see you again. I'll set up visitation with the lawyer and Amy can pick up the kids for me to see. I don't ever want to talk to you again." I opened the door and walked out. Amy took me to a cheap motel until I could find somewhere else to go. I told Amy the whole story on my way to the motel. She was my sister and best friend. She knew I was telling the truth. I knew she would help keep an eye on Deb and the kids. The weeks passed and were really hard on me. I worked all the overtime I could since I had more expenses to pay. I found a cheap boarding house that I rented by the week. I ate most of my meals at the bar or the corner diner. I did see the lawyer and since I didn't have proof of anything, I just asked for a dissolution of our marriage. He told me that Debbie didn't want one but would go along with whatever I wanted. Everything was split pretty much fifty-fifty. We were renting the house so she just took over the payment. Our savings were divided down the middle and she had to give me half the worth of our belongings. I had to pay child support which I really didn't mind. I love my kids and missed them terribly. The problem was I also missed Debbie but I knew we were finished. I went to whatever school functions I could that didn't interfere with my job. Both of our kids had birthday parties and I went to them as long as I didn't have to be around Debbie's family. I talked civilly to Deb but whenever she wanted to talk about us, I walked away. I saw my kids every other weekend and once in a while during the week, depending on my work schedule. Deb must have called me almost every day following, right up to the divorce. If she wanted to talk about the kids or household things, I listened. When she wanted to talk about us, I hung up. I stopped by my sister's for dinner one day and played with my kids. Amy said that Sandy was still sticking by her story about me forcing sex on her. She told me Deb was really torn between what Sandy said, and what I said. I tried to explain to Amy that I had no proof of anything and neither did Sandy. It was just my word against hers, and Debbie believed her. That hurt more than anything. One afternoon while I was at my apartment my phone rang. It was the school. They told me that Kyle wasn't feeling well and asked if I could pick him up. Of course I said yes and went and got him. He had a cold and was coughing. Debbie taught at the middle school and I called her to let her know I was picking up Kyle. She said she would be home as soon as she could. I took Kyle home, laid him on his bed, and took his temperature. He had a slight fever but nothing bad. About an hour later, Deb came home with Kayla. She went in quickly to see how Kyle was doing. While she went in to see him, the phone rang. I wasn't thinking when I answered it out of habit. It was Sandy. "What are you doing there?" she asked. "Well, if it isn't the fucking liar. Kyle was sick and I brought him home. Don't worry; you broke up this fucking marriage." I reached down and pushed the record button on the answering machine. It was the type that would record both sides of a conversation. "Is he alright?" "Why do you care? You broke his parents up. Why would you worry about him?" "Listen, Ray, it just got out of hand. You knew we were swingers and Bob wanted to try out my little sister. If you would have had sex with me like I asked, it never would have gotten out of hand. But, no, you come home and start fighting." "You told Deb I raped you. Then you have Bob pretty much rape Deb. What the fuck kind of sister are you?" "Bob never raped her. She gave it willingly. Hell, she probably would again if Bob tried." "She was drunk and you put all that shit into her head and then stood by while your husband fucked her." "Problem is, Ray, you can't prove it. I told you from the beginning she would believe me over you and now you know. Anytime you need a fuck, give me a call. Tell Deb to give me a call later. Hope my nephew gets to feeling better." She hung up and I turned off the recorder. Another Chance Her passing had been very sudden. We had been sat together watching nothing in particular on the TV and she had slipped into a sleep that I realised, eventually, was death. The family had been caring, the funeral sensitive and then followed the lowliness -- that awful sense that something was missing in my life. Our children had all left home, but living close, they had kept in touch, not oppressively, but supportively. The house was double the size without her in it although I found keeping it clean and tidy a relatively small chore - in fact it was, sadly, one of the things that distracted me from my loneliness. I had retired early from a business that I had spent most of my life building and had sold out to my General Manager, a good man, a couple of years before. My life ahead should have been bliss. We had planned visits to long lost family and to parts of the world we both wanted to see, but never had. We were never to do it together. They say that it takes someone up to two years to come to terms with the loss of a life partner. I had married at 19 and we had been together for twice that time. I remember my sister saying after loosing my brother some years earlier how she, in the years after he died, found herself talking to his chair just as she had done when he was sitting in it and receiving, more or less, the same response, but it comforted her! Slowly but surely I gained a foothold on a new life. I did begin to appreciate a life of my own, one that isn't vetted and approved by someone else. Morbidity gives way to optimism and you start to think of how to move forward. A casual conversation with an old working colleague offered one way forward. He spoke of a 'club', for want of a better description, that organizes weekly outing to restaurants and the theatre for people such as me. I telephoned the organiser -- a chirpy woman who I would estimate to be in her early fifties. It was not a "dating agency of any kind" she was at pains to explain so I arranged to go to their next get-together -- a meal at a local gourmet restaurant. Apart from business functions, it is a lifetime since I attended any function alone, but this first one proved enjoyable, not least that I was sat next to an attractive and, clearly intelligent woman whose conversation I found particularly stimulating. She was in a similar position to me having lost her husband at the tender age of 40. His brilliant financial career had been terminated by a massive brain haemorrhage and although he had left his widow very comfortably off, she had spent the last fifteen years filling her life with charity works, but like me she was lonely. I have to say that loneliness has strong magnetic properties, but I was not willing to embrace the first personable female I met just because our paths had run parallel for a few years. We parted cheerfully at the end of the first evening and I pondered our meeting on the journey home. Over the next few weeks I attended theatre trips and more restaurant outings - mostly, but not always, spending them in the company of the woman I had come to know as Beth -- she hated Elizabeth. On one particular week a hill walk had been organised that finished at a country pub where a meal had been ordered. Again, I found myself walking with Beth and, with whom I have to say, by this time, I was beginning to feel extremely comfortable. Beth and I also ate together at the pub, albeit in a crowd of twenty and enjoyed our usual free exchange of views although our choice of food remained at odds; her grilled salmon salad contrasted with my steak pie and chips. I hated to tell her it was an occasional extravagance and my diet was usually more feudal. As we left we exchanged contact details and agreed to meet outside the 'club' environment. ****** I answered the telephone on the third ring, "Hello". Out of habit, I didn't give, either my name or number, when answering the home telephone. "Alistair?" The voice was familiar. "Yes, is that you Beth?" "I though it was your voice. Look, I don't know whether you are interested or not, but I have tickets for the Leeds - Newcastle match on Saturday. Would you like to come? " "That depends" "On what?" "Whether you support Leeds or Newcastle." "Well, Leeds, silly. I hardly have a Geordie accent do I?" "That's OK then, shall I meet you there?" "I thought that we could have a bite to eat first and then go to the match." Her logistics were faultless. We were to meet at a pub a couple of miles from Eland Road and leave our cars in its car park. After eating we would get a taxi to the ground and back again after the match. It worked a treat! And we won -- first time in a while, but we won. Arriving back in the pub car park around six we, for the first time, felt a bit awkward with each other. "What's on your agenda tonight?" she said eventually. "Home, slippers, tele and scotch," I replied rather thoughtfully -- if truthfully. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, my itinerary is - home, bath, tele and a glass of wine" "Still sad - but cleaner," I responded and it raised a short laugh from her. "I have an unopened bottle of fifteen year old Glen Livet in my drinks cupboard if you would like to sample it?" At that moment, I don't know which was most appealing, Beth or the malt whisky but I said, "sounds perfect." I followed her small French car to a modern detached house in a suburban cul-de-sac that turned out to be situated only a couple of miles from where I lived, and parked on the road outside. I followed her into the hall still feeling somewhat uneasy. She had left some lights on which gave the house a welcoming glow as we entered. Her home was modern, but comfortable and I felt embarrassed to think of my own, rather dated, house. It wasn't that I was an old fuddy-duddy as my house was just as comfortable as Beths. But, to be honest, I really wasn't interested in changing things that I had lived with for years. She sensed my discomfort and took my jacket, "Make your self at home. Take your shoes off and I'll get us a drink," then disappeared, leaving me to sink into the fawn leather couch in her living room. "How do you like your Scotch?" came her voice from somewhere else. "Fifty, fifty with plain water, please." She re-appeared, sans coat and boots, but with a very large malt and a glass of wine. She offered me the scotch and sat besides me. "Cheers." She proffered her glass, which I chinked before downing a large mouthful of the smooth amber liquid. "Now what?" I thought. As a habitual sipper of any drink held in my hand, I put the glass down knowing that sip would follow sip which would be followed - eventually by oblivion -- not a good impression on our ( even though I had not thought of it this way previously) first date. She placed her glass next to mine and said, "Are you hungry? I'm Starving - let's order a take away. Fancy Chinese? I have a menu next to the phone." So organised. I was impressed. After a brief discussion, we ordered something and waited. In the short time that I had known her we had spoken at length of our pasts, our likes and dislikes and yet, sitting together alone in this living room seemed to reset our relationship - back to our first meeting and I felt a little like a teenager on his first date. She read my mind, "Feels a bit odd doesn't it?" she said after a short silence. "My thoughts exactly," I countered and added, "It's strange, but I could sit for hours with my wife without saying anything, but now I feel as if I have to fill the silences." "Using silence is a well known interrogation technique, I understand." She smiled ruefully and crossed her legs with an audible rustling sound. I was at a loss as to what she meant. I took refuge in the whisky and took another large sip. "Loosens the inhibitions," she nodded towards my glass, smiling more broadly. "At my age, you don't so much loosen inhibitions as allowed them to amble freely some time after the gate is opened." She smiled again and the door bell rang. A youth with acne brought food and was gone. "You must let me pay for the food," I protested. "It's paid for -- your turn next time." She took the food into the kitchen and returned with plates and the food on a tray, both of which she placed on the coffee table in front of me. "Help yourself." We both ate eagerly not realising how hungry we both were. Once finish, Beth despatched our pots to the dishwasher and the food packaging to the dustbin before returning to the couch beside me. She said, "What would you like for dessert?" and then burst into laughter. "What's so funny?" "Oh! nothing." "Yes, there is!" "You did ask. My husband had a standard response to that question." "And what was that?" "YOU! -- he would say" Our eyes met for ages, each looking for assent in the others', before I boldly replied. "And are 'YOU' still on the menu?" I asked without really considering my response. She responded equally quickly, "Yes, I believe I am." We leaned towards each other and kissed. As our lips parted she said, "I have to tell you, Alistair, I do like my sex. No inhibitions, no recriminations, no regrets." It had to be every man's fantasy - even at my age. We kissed again to seal the bargain and then became entangled in a lingering wet embrace. With her tongue exploring my mouth, I raised a hand to cover her breast. It was firm and pressed itself into my palm as I covered it. Despite the silk top and brassiere, I felt her nipple grow under my administrations. Her hand was on my inner thigh and moved up to stroke my lengthening penis, captured awkwardly in my not-so-designer underwear. I faced a dilemma -- I could continue to hold her fabric covered breast or, release my grip and undo the restraints that stopped me holding her naked breast. My hand made the decision and moved to the buttons of her blouse, releasing first one then every one down to her waistband. Sliding a hand inside the parted top, I found a bra with a front release -- joy! I unclipped the garment and her breast spilled out into my willing hand. It was glorious, it was sublime, and it was firm and warm. My pleasure was multiplied when I felt the belt to my pants being released and my trousers unzipped. A small hand slipped inside and caressed my now rigid cock through the stretched cotton of my shorts. I wriggled to allow her better access and was rewarded with firm fingers slipping inside my shorts and surrounding my straining length. I tore my lips away from her soft mouth and dropped my head to her right nipple. It was erect and taught and I sucked and rolled it around my mouth until she moaned quietly. The hand that was caressing my penis ceased momentarily before grabbing my free hand to guide it between her legs, which had parted in anticipation. Her hand returned to my cock as I slid my trembling fingers beneath the hem of her skirt and up the inside her warm thigh. I felt the nylon surface gave way to bare skin -- soft, cool skin which fired my soul and added an inch (I like to think!) to my erection. My finger tips moved slowly across this gossamer surface, to the silk that covered a throbbing female organ. I cupped her mound firmly with a bold hand and squeezed, before allowing just a brief stroke of an index finger along the pouting ridge of her vulva. She pushed forward into my hand and I resisted the forward thrust by squeezing again the overripe fruit between her legs. After minutes of slowly caressing her twin ridges, feeling their silk covering moisten, she pleaded wetly into my ear, "Eat me, Alistair. Please eat me!" At the peak of our love making, my wife would also let me 'eat' her, but I think she really hated the idea of oral sex despite enjoying the actual experience itself. Unfortunately, she never returned the favour so I had remained an oral virgin. I dropped to my knees before her widespread legs and sank my face into her cotton covered crotch, gnawing rapaciously at the damp fabric. As I gnawed I struggled to slide the flimsy garment over her thighs and down her legs. Once released her legs flew open to reveal her perfect womanhood, shaven, moist, pouting and waiting. Folds of glistening flesh opened before me like a tropical flower. Sliding my arms beneath her thighs I held up her legs whilst I dived into her slippery depths. The hairless creases and erotic aroma made the task of pleasing her, a mind blowing experience. I drew my tongue along her folds and across her clitoris several times before delving deep inside her. I added a finger after each administration to saw in and out of her vagina whilst sucking, her already, well extended clitoris, quickly, in and out of my mouth. This combination seemed to strike the mark. After several minutes, she gasped and moaned and thrust her pelvis hard into my face before sighing deeply and slumping back onto the sofa. I stopped and laid my head on her tummy. She held it for several minutes before saying, "Thank you. It's been too long - I really needed that." I looked up and said," It was my pleasure." "Not entirely," she replied, nodding towards my erection, hanging awkwardly out of my dishevelled trousers. "Take your trousers off." she commanded. I obeyed and stood before her. She slipped off the couch and dropped to her knees on the floor in front of me and in so doing brought her face right in front of my cotton clad erection. She extended a hand and rubbed my penis gently up and down, erotically, through my shorts, but after several masturbations she hooked the waistband in her fingers and drew them down to my ankles. My cock flicked, bolt upright when released and I stepped out of my restraining clothing. "You have a beautiful cock, Alistair," she said in the same matter-of-fact way that she would say "I like your herbaceous borders", but then she first squeezed and then pulled it -- playing with it until she felt it was as big as it got, then leaned forward and ran her extended tongue along its length. With one hand holding its base, her other hand weighed my balls. By now I was watching transfixed as if it were happening to someone else except that it was I who was feeling the exquisite sensations down below. When her wet mouth engulfed its purple/ red head I gasped and made an involuntary thrust into her mouth. It had been ages since I had experienced any sexual contact with the opposite sex (or indeed any sex!) and I wrestled with an impending orgasm until I finally said, "You must stop now if you want me for any further business." She stopped and looked up. "Don't worry. Just let yourself go," and continued sucking. I felt one hand detach itself from my scrotum and the tip of her left index finger slide around to my anus where it played with my anal ring. When she eventually penetrated it, I felt her finger tip pressure deep within me and I didn't last much longer. In fact, trying to prolong the ejaculation only made it more intense. It embarrassed me that in the final throws, I had held her head and rammed my cock in and out of her mouth until I was spent. My first ever blow job and it was wonderful. My legs became jelly and I sank down on the sofa beside her, panting like a spent dog. She nuzzled into me and we cuddled for what seemed ages. Eventually she said, "So you like sex too?" "I'm tempted to say 'doesn't everyone' but my, albeit limited, experience tells me otherwise." "How so?" "I suppose that we are all brought up to think certain things are acceptable and others are not. I have tried to keep and open mind on most things and concluded that 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' or rather, in the case of sex, if you enjoy it and your partner enjoys it -- what the hell -- it's no body else's business. It's so easy to get locked into a certain mind-set." "Ooh Err! " she mocked, "very academic. Do I take it that, as an intellectual you have detached yourself from your primeval taboos?" she continued to mock gently. "Did I sound so pompous? I suppose what I am saying is that I now think that -- 'if it doesn't hurt anyone (physically or mentally) and it gives them both pleasure then don't condemn it.'" She agreed and said "It's simply agreeing a line not to cross. The trouble is that, with many couples -- myself included, that the line if often not established before a relationship develops and people have already committed to one another. They then find that each has drawn the line in different places" "That was particularly true of my generation." I said. "Equally, people change and develop after marriage. Some hide their changing desires and others look elsewhere," she replied, obviously from a very personal standpoint. "So true -- and you?" I asked. She answered, "I guess I'm a late developer. I was well into my thirties before I even saw a porn movie -- I mean - a 'real' porn movie with oral and anal sex. God knows, I had had a lifetime of missionary sex -- and not a lot of orgasms! The alternatives affected me. I suppose my response was arousal rather than repulsion -- and you?" I hadn't had such a conversation with anyone before, let alone a woman, but, curiously, I felt no barriers. If this woman didn't like what I said then she could walk away and we need not meet again -- no embarrassment and certainly no broken marriages. I responded honestly, quite enjoying the freedom to express my views. "I think it was the internet that opened my eyes. Stale sex lead me to porn sites and 'interesting' new sex. More importantly, the revelation that women could also like 'kinky' sex." I looked up into her face. Before that, I had had my head on her tummy and I could have been talking anonymously into a telephone, but her smile of agreement reassured me and that made the exchange of views even more real somehow. She spoke quietly, "I don't know about you, but your ' kinky' sex means I need a shower. You're free to join me, but I bags the soap first." She pushed me off and stood up. In half an hour our relationship had moved into hyperspace. "Get yourself another scotch," she order playfully as she ambled, semi naked, out of the lounge and up the stairs, "then join me. It's ages since I had my back scrubbed." "I'll be with you in a moment. I can't face dirty backs when I'm sober," I grumbled as I searched out the scotch bottle in the kitchen. I should have felt ridiculous, wandering about her house in an open shirt and socks with a half-cocked penis swinging before me, but I didn't. I refilled my glass, added the water and then followed her upstairs. I homed in on the sound of the shower. She had left the door partly open and by the time I arrived, the bathroom was full of steam. I shed my shirt and socks, parked the scotch after another gulp, and slipped into the spacious shower behind her. She was standing still in the shower, letting the water cascade onto to her head and down her torso. I was taken as to how lithe her body was for a woman of her age. She was certainly built for pleasure. As I entered the shower she gave me the soap which I used to gently rub over her shoulder and down her back, slipping a soap-lubricated finger down the crease of her bottom and between her legs. They parted as I descended and I continued my way into her crevice. She rocked to and fro on my extended fingers sighing softly as the pleasure engulfed her. Reaching round, I soaped her front, spending lots of time massaging her firm breasts. The pleasure felt from a warm firm breast fresh out of its clothing is a rare treat, but the feel of a warm soap-slicken breast with taut nipples is something special. My penis grew and as she pushed back into me it slipped between her perk buttocks and, as I gently rolled her nipples between my fingers, she raised and lowered her bottom --inflicting exquisite torture on my groin. Another Chance Unable to resist any longer, I gently pushed her shoulders forward indicating that she bend over and she complied, parting her legs as she did. A simple retreat and then with a single thrust, I embedded my stiff cock deep into her softest canyon. She gasped as I slid inside her and clamped tightly around me, tight, but at the same time, soft and squelchy - encouraging me to thrust again having withdrawn almost completely before driving forward. She pushed back into me and I thrust yet again. Within minutes she began moaning softly but this built into a series of grunts followed by " Oh, yes, Oh, yes, ... that's it - just there, yes, there, there, there, ....Ohhhhh...Aaahh" I have to say that age can have its advantages. My early orgasm had made my desire to ejaculate secondary to the sensorary pleasure I was feeling and I was able to thrust and thrust for what seemed to be hours. When she finally came she became limp in my arms, I was left hovering around orgasm without actually having cum myself so I stopped and withdrew my cock, still hard and still ready. When she regained her composure, she straightened, turned around and embraced me. "There's nothing like hot water to revive a flagging penis," she reached down and pulled my still engorged length. A final peck on the cheek and I was alone with the cooling water spray and a bar of soap. When I emerged from the shower, she had gone, leaving a huge bath towel and a 'visitors' bath robe. As I left the bathroom and headed down the corridor she called from a room on the left, "In here." I opened the door and entered. She too was dressed in a white bathrobe and was draped on a large bed rubbing her hair with a towel. "Hi there!" she laughed "Hi!" I replied, "I was looking for a rather attractive brunette who I had just been helping with her ablutions when she disappeared.' "I have heard it called many things," said replied, "but never 'ablutions'," "I'll have you know that I have a PhD in 'ablutions'." "Well, I can certainly attest to more than a basic understanding of the theory!" She continued, "fancy watching a film?" "Well, that depends on the film." "Well, it's a rather naughty one, but if you would prefer, I do have the 'Ten Commandments'." "Such a choice." I joined her on the bed as she pointed the Remote Control to a large Plasma TV and laid back on a pillow." I said, " 'Decadent'. That's the word! I've been thinking of... 'sophisticated'...'randy'...'tasty'...but no, 'Decadent' - that the word.." She stuck a sharp elbow into my side. "Judge me after you know me -- that's all I ask." . The black screen lit up and she snuggled up beside me. Her choice of porn surprised me. The film had a theme, unusual with this genre and led the viewer tantalisingly into scenes where the gorgeous heroine is seduced ( my euphemism) by the handsome hero. As the explicit sexual plot unfolded, Beth's hand slipped inside the folds of my bathrobe and grasped my still erect penis. This invited a reciprocal response and my own fingers searched between her legs, finding a rather, unsurprising, moist spot. Actually, 'spot' doesn't accurately describe the large sloppy cavity that my fingers entered and gently fondled for most of the film. Her own fingers continued to massage me without actually raising my 'dew point'. It was very pleasant and I could have lain like that all night. When the film finished she switched it off and dropped her head to fellate me again, manoeuvring her body into a sixty nine position with me underneath. The 'view from the bridge' as it were, was a vagina that yawned open like a raspberry sundae - moist and red and which was clearly in need of the oral attention. I was not found wanting. As her bottom rose and fell on my outstretched tongue I noticed her brown star twitching and I rubbed a fingertip across it. It withdrew inward in a true 'anal retentive way' and I rubbed it again. I then dipped the finger deep into her vagina -- to tap her 'font of honey' and coat it with her slippery dew before placing it again at her rear entrance. She pushed back onto my finger and its tip slipped in up to the first joint. I held still for a minute and then reamed her slowly, pushing my finger further and further inside her. At the second knuckle I stopped, but then continue to ream her, welcomed by her responsive actions. Eventually she looked back at me and said, "If you want my rear then we'll need some lubrication. I'm not being torn to pieces." She rolled over and opened a bedside drawer to retrieve a tube from which she squeezed some jelly into her hand. Grasping my still stiff member, she liberally applied the jelly. She then lathered her own anus with the gel and said, " Frontways or backways? -- I prefer to try backways...." "So be it," I answered and she rolled over onto all fours with her legs well spread. I knelt up behind her with my slippery cock swinging free. I was about to have another first in my life when she said, "Please take it slow. Use your fingers first." I caressed her buttocks, allowing a stray thumb to slip up and down her crack before letting it penetrated her anus. Once in, I reamed her hole before replacing my thumb with two fingers which I thrust in and out. She gave a deep intake of breath on my final thrust as her sphincter had now relaxed. I offered up my slippery penis to her extended hole and was surprised that my head slipped in without too much resistance. I asked her if she was OK, to which she responded with a rearward thrust that embedded half my cock. I slowly pushed the remaining few inches deep inside her. The feeling I felt was out of this world and I held this position for some time, feeling the tightness along the whole length of my cock. It was Beth who moved first, slowly withdrawing her arse and then re-engulfing my cock deep inside herself. She also reached below her to rub her clitoris, a task which I then insisted on doing for her. The intensity of this lovemaking galvanised me and I fell into a steady rhythm of thrusts and withdrawals into her tight, slippery glove. I did not last long. It might not have been the full measure but, before long, my reproductive juices flowed and filled my lover adding to the lubricated squelching noises between us. I didn't know whether Beth had cum, in fact I didn't know whether women can cum from anal sex, but apparently she had - especially with the additional clitoral stimulus. I left my cock engulfed until it was flaccid then let it slip out. It retreated like a beaten army from the battlefield, but I felt that I had done my bit. We lay together. "Was that your first anal experience?" she asked when we had both collected our thoughts. "Yes," I said quietly. "Me too." Her reply shocked me. "Really?" "Yes. It has always been a fantasy of mine. But you are my first ... man" "But you were .....prepared." "I know -- I have tried it with one of my toys before, but you are my first real man." "And, how was it for you?" I asked with a smile that reflected the cliché. "Well, if I am honest, I prefer straight sex, but it was a great experience." "To be repeated?" I asked "Now and again. Did you like it?" "I have to say I found it fantastic -- if a bit messy!" "Shall we save it for special occasions then?" "You would like us to get together then?" "Of course, don't you?" "I should say so. It's not every day a man finds such a sole mate." Another Chance Megan sat across from her sister seething with anger but controlling her emotions so as not to add to the crying hysterics. "Oh Megan! How could he? I thought he loved me!" Crystal sobbed. "I know it took a while for us to have a baby. But now that I am pregnant he decides to fool around?! What am I going to do?" "Ok calm down Sis. You know that's not good for the baby. First of all, are you sure that Jared is cheating on you?" Megan asked. "It may just be the hormones brought on by your pregnancy." "At first I thought it was just my over active imagination but when I started seeing how he would act whenever he would get texts or calls from her I knew for sure. I mean if you were not hiding anything you wouldn't be acting antsy." "Alright. Do we know who she is? Where does she work or live?" "All I got was a name when I took a peek at his cellphone when he was asleep. Her name is Valerie Summers. Wait... What are we planning to do? I see that glint in your eye and that means you have something planned." "We are not doing anything. You will just be calm and just enjoy your being pregnant. You will act normal with your husband and be the loving wife that you are. Just leave everything to me." "Aren't you even going to tell me what it is you plan to do?" "Well it's as simple as finding her, meeting her, wooing her then bedding her to slap Jared's face with it." "What?! How do you even know she will fall for you?" Her sister asked. "I have my ways. I'm not called 'The Heartbreaker' for nothing. Now I have to go. See you soon Sis." Kissing her on the forehead as she went. **** Megan was still furious hours after she left her sister's house as she was on her way to meet her friends at the local bar they frequented every weekend. 'Ugh! So like a man to promise you the moon and the stars and when they have you they throw you away like an old shirt.' She thought angrily. 'And what about the bitch? Doesn't she know she is destroying a family?' She pressed on the gas pedal as she increased her speed channeling her fury to the car. "Hey Megan! Over here!" Beth waved her over to the corner of the room. "Wow! Do you look gorgeous and dangerous tonight girlfriend! What's gotten your goat?" "I'm so pissed that I am planning retribution!" she answered as she sat and flipped her auburn hair. "Ooh! And to whom are we exacting revenge on?" "What I am about to tell you is strictly confidential and does not leave the two of us. Got It! I don't want the others knowing or too much cooks will spoil the broth." "Hey! I'm your wingman.... Wingwoman.... Or is it wingperson?" "Whatever! Anyway, my sister believes that her husband is cheating on her. She doesn't have any other information about the other woman but her name. I will find this Valerie Summers meet her, get to know her, woo her, then bed her and slap it on my brother's face to show him what a two bit whore she really is." "Hokee! Remind me never to get on your bad side. I'd hate to be on the receiving end of your wrath. So how do we go about locating this Valerie Summers bitch?" "I don't know yet. Will think about it first thing tomorrow morning." She said as they saw their friends, Tina, Rachel, and Naomi by the doorway and waved them to their table. "I'm glad you were able to get us a table or we would end up just standing around." Tina said loudly over the booming music. "Oh! By the way, I brought with me a new friend from work. This is Valerie Summers. Valerie, meet Beth and Megan." As Megan turned towards the woman standing beside Tina she was simply struck by the beauty standing before her. The woman was about the same hieght her with shoulder length curly dark hair and brown mesmerizing eyes. It actually had to take Beth to nudge her for her to respond to the introduction. "Oh! Ummm....Hi Valerie! I'm Megan. Nice to meet you." And before Valerie could respond Beth stands up from her chair and offers it to her to sit beside Megan. "Here. You could take my seat. I have to talk to Tina about our barbeque for next weekend." "I'm glad to finally meet you Megan. Tina has been talking about you guys that I feel that I already know you." "Well I hope that what you have heard are all good things about us?" "Tina told me all of your antics since when you guys were in college until now. I can't believe that you guys are still close even after all this time." Valerie smiled flashing her dimples. 'Oh my God! It's no wonder Jared fell for her. She is so beautiful.' Megan thought as she looked at the deep blue of her eyes and the curly brunette hair. 'I just want to make her look at me like that.' She then angrily scolded herself to stick to the plan. "Well it is rare to find people who are loyal these days." Megan said somewhat sarcastically which made the brunette give her a concerned look. "Are you okay? You sounded a little angry there for a moment." Valerie asked Megan amazed at just how gorgeous this dark haired woman was. Everything about her seemed so perfect from her long black wavy hair to her emerald green eyes. "Umm... Yes I am. Sorry just had a bad memory come back to haunt me." Smiling sheepishly. "So how long have you been working with Tina?" "I just started two months ago when I moved here with my son from Chicago." The brunette said sadly. "Hey! You okay there? You looked like a bad memory came back to haunt you." Megan touched her hand softly rubbing her fingers on top of it. Two things happened when she did this. Valerie gave a slight shudder and Megan felt a slight jolt to her loins. 'Oh great! If touching her hand gives me this feeling what happens when I get to touch her whole body?!' She asked herself. Valerie visibly shakes her head. "I'm okay. Just have both good and bad memories. Let's not talk about that. Let's just have fun tonight." She can't believe she reacted that way from a simple touch. "So you have a son. Are you married?" She asked the brunette. "Umm...No I'm a single mother. My son is 2 years old. He could be trying at times but he's my life." The girls had fun that night talking, drinking, and dancing. Valerie had to leave around ten p.m. since she still had to relieve the babysitter. They invited her to their barbecue next weekend and any other outing the group may have. This suited Megan perfectly since it will give her all the time to pursue her plans. But she started asking herself if she really was pursuing her plans or Chloe herself. "Well aren't you the cat that ate the canary!" Beth elbowed Megan as she watched Valerie leave the bar. While Tina, Rachel, and Naomi were dancing with some guys. "What do you mean?" Megan growled rubbing the spot where Beth elbowed her. "Well, the Gods must be smiling down at you cuz we were just talking about you know who and voila she is brought to you literally on a platter. Although, I must say she doesn't look to me like the mistress type. She seems to be pretty down to earth and nice." "We can't decide with just one night of meeting her if she is really nice and not the vamp. With that face and body?" "I don't know Megan, you seem to be pretty taken with her. I hope you don't fall on your face with this one. I got really good vibes with Valerie." She warned. "We'll see..." With all her bravado Megan can't help but feel warring emotions about Valerie. *** Megan taps her fingers on the table as she waits for Tina to pick up her direct line at the office. "Tina Sanders speaking. How may I help you?" "Hey T! It's Megan. I was wondering if I could get from you Valerie's number?" "Hey Meg! Ooh! I knew there was something brewing between the two of you last weekend! You do know that she was asking about you after that night." Tina said gleefully. "Huh? What do you mean asking about me? Like what kind of questions?" She asked warily. "Oh you know....things like.... If you were single, if you were into guys, girls or both, what is your type....those kinds of questions." She giggled. "Uh huh.... And what did you say?" "Well, I said that yes you were single & into girls totally. And as for your type I really wouldn't know since you date various types of the female species." "Wait.... So you're telling me she is into me? Doesn't she have a son? So that makes her bi?" "Ok Megan, promise me you will not breathe a word of this to anyone alright?" "Alright I promise. What is it?" "Valerie told me in confidence that she was raped three years ago." Megan gasped out loud. "She doesn't want her son to know that he was a product of such violence. She told him his father died in a car accident." "Oh my God!" Megan closed her eyes rubbing her forehead. Somehow thinking that she can't push thru with what she planned. 'I don't think I'm that heartless.' She thought to herself. 'Maybe if I just befriend her and then try to talk to her about Jared. Who am I kidding? I want to be more than just her friend.' Thoughts swirling in her head. "With regards to her orientation, I wouldn't know but she seemed pretty interested in you. So that says something right? Megan just..." "What?" Still deciding a better way of approaching Valerie. "Just be gentle with her she seems fragile... to me that is." Tina gently advised her friend. "So you still want her number?" "Yes please." *** Megan was staring at nothing in particular as she waited for the phone to be picked up. "This is Valerie Summers. How may I help you?" "Umm... Hi Valerie. This Megan... friend of Tina.... We met last weekend. Remember me?" "Oh hi Megan! Of course I remember you. What's up? You looking for Tina?" "No... I mean... No I'm not looking for Tina. I called to ask if maybe you are okay to have dinner with me." "I would love to have dinner with you. When?" "Oh...Ummm... When would be a good day for you?" "Well... let's see...are you okay coming over to my place tomorrow night for dinner with my son Jacob? I am making his favorite Lasagna. I guarantee it will make you forget your name." She teased. "I'm cool with that....What time should I come over? Oh! And what do you want me to bring?" Liking the sound of the happy voice of the brunette over the phone. "How about red wine? Jacob has dinner early so you could come over around six." "Red wine it is. See you tomorrow at six then." "Can't wait. Bye Megan." "Me too. Bye Valerie." She can't seem to stop smiling long after the phone conversation ended. "Maybe Beth is right I might just end up falling on my face here." She muttered to herself. *** At ten to six Megan was standing in front of the door of Valerie's house. She was checking herself to see if her outfit, which consisted of dark bootleg jeans, low heeled shoes, and an emerald green buttoned down blouse, was just fine. 'Why do I feel so nervous like it's my first date ever.' She asked herself. Visibly shaking her head she took a deep breath and rang the bell. "Mommy! Mommy! Open door!" Megan heard an exuberant child's voice from inside. The door opens to Valerie looking back at her son talking to him. "Alright sport! Take it easy or you might just scare the guest away with your enthusiasm." She turns to Megan and they both gave a slight gasp at seeing each other. Valerie was wearing a summer dress that clung in all the right places. "Umm... Hi... Uh ... you look great!" Megan complimented passing the bottle of red wine to her host. "You too! I love the way the blouse brings out the color of your eyes." Valerie shyly said. "Please come in to our humble abode." as Megan enters she sees a small boy standing by the side of the sofa looking at her curiously. "Oh! And this dashing young man is my son Jacob. Could you say 'Hi' to our guest, Jacob?" Valerie asked the boy as he slowly approaches and stands in front of Megan. "Hello there Jacob. My name is Megan." She kneels to keep at eye level with the child. Jacob reaches out to touch Megan in the face. "Pwetty Megan!" Giving her a big dimpled smile so much like his mom that she fell in love with the boy. "Yes she is pretty." the voice behind her whispers. "So who wants Lasagna?" Valrie asked hoping Megan did not hear her whispered words. "Me! Me! Mon pwetty Megan! Eat!" Her hand grabbed and tugged towards the small round dining table. Jacob sitting in between the two adults smiling at his excitement then at each other as they ate their dinner. After dinner Valerie took the boy to his room to prepare him for bed while Megan sat on the sofa drinking the wine. "He asleep?" she asked as Valerie sat beside her taking her drink from the table then faced her with her right arm on top of the back of the sofa. "Yes he had a full day." she said as she took a sip from her drink looking at her guest from the rim of her glass. "You have an adorable son. He looks so much like you." "Why thank you. I'll take that both as a compliment." "You know you're right you do make a mean Lasagna. I'm glad that you invited me over for dinner." putting the side of her head at the back of the sofa making a strand of hair fall forward. "Well I'm glad you called me to have dinner." Valerie reached over and move the fallen strand of hair behind Megan's ear making her slightly gasp. Then as if realizing what she just did she pulls back her hand. "Umm....I don't know how to go about this... but you do know that I'm totally into girls right?" She asked Valerie directly. "Uh yeah.... I asked Tina about you after last weekend. I hope you don't mind?" "No I don't mind. I just... What about you? Are you into girls as well or are you bi since you have a child?" "I've never been bi...I'm totally into girls as well. As for Jacob, I don't really announce this but I was raped three years ago..." She halted tears forming in her eyes recalling the horrific event. Seeing this Megan pulls her in for a hug hoping to alleviate the pain clearly seen in the brunette's eyes. "Hey c'mere! It's okay. I'm sorry that had to happen to you." Rubbing Valerie's back with her right hand while cradling her head with her left. Megan while holding the brunette close decides she simply could not go thru with her original plan and inflict anymore pain to the person she was slowly falling for. After a few minutes Valerie reluctantly pulls away reluctantly not wanting to lose the feeling of those arms around her. "I'm sorry about that. I thought I was over it." She wipes at her eyes. "It's okay. It gave me the excuse to hold you in my arms." She teased as she wipes the wetness from Valerie's cheeks. Drowning in those brown soulful eyes. "It's getting late. I think I should go." Megan said as she slowly stands up. Valerie stands as well and walks her to the door. As they neared the door Megan turns and asks. " Ummm.... Since you fed me dinner tonight would it be alright if I bring over dinner here on Friday same time? If you don't have any other plans that is." "Yes.... I mean.... Yes it would be alright." She says with a big smile on her face. "It's a date then!" Megan beamed as she turns around and heads toward her car. *** Over the next two months they fell into comfortable pattern of having family dinner at Valerie's house two to three times a week and picnics on the weekends. Jacob adored Megan and relished the attention he was getting from both women. If Megan was not around he would always look for her and when she is he would always make sure to be near both women. It was a Saturday late afternoon and Tina came over with her son Matthew to pick up Jacob to go to the zoo and sleepover their house. Valerie and Megan were sitting on the couch when Jacob launched himself in between them hugging them both before he left. "Bye Mommy! See you tomowow." As he kissed Valerie on the lips. "Bye Baby! Be good for Auntie Tina." Turning to Megan and kissing her on the lips as well. "Bye Mommy Megan! See you tomowow." All three adults gasped. "Umm... Bye Sport! Missing you already." Megan softly responded not knowing how Valerie will take what her son just said. "Well as they say out of the mouth of babes. At least he knows what he wants and says so. Which is more than I can say for some people I know." Tina addressing the two women in the couch. "Well c'mon kiddos let's hit the road!" As she and the two boys left. "Umm... I'm sorry about that... Will talk to Jacob tomorrow when he gets back." Valerie said looking anywhere but Megan. Grabbing a hold of Valerie's hand and waiting for her to look at her. "Hey! It's okay really.... Unless you are not comfortable with it I completely understand." Looking down at their hands. "It's not that.... It's just that..." "What? What is it?" Tightening her hold on the brunette's hand. Lifting her eyes. "What is happening to us?..... I mean.... What are we?" "What do you want us to be?" Megan asked hoping that Valerie wants the same thing she does. Linking their fingers together she continues to look at Megan and taking a deep breath. "I want for us to be more. I want so much for us to be a couple." Hoping she is not setting herself up for heartache if the dark haired girl does not want the same thing. She holds her breath while waiting for a response. Megan lifts her hand and gently rubs the back of it on Valerie's face. "I want that too. I've been wanting it since the time you asked me to have dinner here and I held you for the first time." She said huskily as she pulled the brunette towards her for a hug. Burying her face in her neck lips slightly touching the skin breathing her in. "You smell so good." "You feel so good. I don't think I want to let go." She sighed closing her eyes. After a few minutes Megan pulls her face from Valerie's neck and kisses her forehead. "Do you want to go out for dinner and a movie?" "No. I'd rather have we have dinner and watch a DVD here. Is that ok?" "More than okay." She smiled. After a simple dinner they went back to the living room. Megan was lying on her side facing the tv while Valerie was setting up the DVD player. As the movie started Valerie walked to the couch and Megan was lifting herself up to make room when the brunette stops her. "No don't please stay where you are." "What about you? Where will you be?" And as soon as she asked Valerie lies down in the couch pushing Megan to the back grabbing her right arm and pulling it down across her torso to rest just below her breast with her hand on top of the dark haired girl. "Here with you of course. Where else will I be?" She teased giving that dimpled smile. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Megan said softly as she pulled her in closer kissing her at the back of her neck feeling Valerie shudder. The last thing Megan remembers is putting her head in between the shoulders of Valerie while they watched the movie as she fell asleep. She slowly opens her eyes and sees Valerie facing her and watching her with the most loving and serene look that her breath hitches. "Hey." She whispered. "Hey back." Whispered Valerie tracing Megan's face with her fingers. "Sorry I fell asleep on you. What time is it?" Loving the feel of the brunette's fingers on her face. "Just a little after ten." "It's getting late I think I should go." She said reluctantly not wanting to leave. "Did you... Umm... Do you want to stay the night?" Valerie hesitantly asked. "I would love to. But are you sure? You once said that you haven't had anyone touch you that way since you know..." "I'm sure. I... I want you to be my first.... To take away the ugliness and give me back that loving feeling." She said emotionally tears glistening in her eyes. Megan brings her head closer as she tentatively kisses the brunette tracing her lips with the tip of her tounge. Their kisses became more passionate with tounges duelling like they couldn't get enough of each other. Megan breaks off the kiss breathing deeply. Another Chance "What's wrong?" Valerie asked worriedly. "Nothing's wrong honey. I just want to take this to the bedroom and do it right for your first time. C'mon." she stands up holding out her hand for Valerie to take and lead her to the bedroom. They stood at the side of the bed slowly removing their clothes and as they both looked at their nakedness Megan was the first to say it. "You are so beautiful." She said adoringly. "So do you." Valerie responded shyly. They moved to the center of the bed with Megan on top positioning herself in between Valerie's legs. They both sighed as their naked bodies touched for the first time aligned from breast to their cunts. Megan slowly rubs her cunt to Valerie's loving the abrasive feel of their pubic hairs together as she kisses her from the lips, neck and to her full breasts. She takes one breast fully sucking it in her mouth as her tongue rolls around the turgid nipple and does the same thing to the other. Valerie lifts her chest up towards her mouth groaning. "Oh God! That feels so good baby!" Megan releases the breast and tenderly kisses her way down to her stomach licking the navel then lower as she spreads Valerie's legs and gazes for the first time at her lover's cunt. "My God Valerie! You are so so beautiful." She reverently touches the folds as she looks up to the brunette who bucks upward at the touch and as their eyes meet she slowly, without breaking eye contact, goes down and literally makes love with Valerie's pussy, licking and sucking her folds and clit. "Oh!...God!..... Uugghh..... That's it right there baby! Don't.... Don't stop!" Grabbing Megan's head pushing it into her cunt as she humped on her face. Megan pushes her tounge into Valerie making it go around and licking the wet warm walls. "Yes! Yes! Oh God! I'm cumming! Aaauugghh!" Her whole body lay spent and slightly twitching from the aftermath of her orgasm. Megan pushes her way back up to Valerie kissing her making her taste her juice from her lips. "Are you okay baby?" She asked the brunette as she lovingly brush her hair away from her face and neck. Words could not describe what Chloe was feeling so she decided to just show her lover how okay she was. She pushed her back to the bed and moved on top of her as she made the sweetest love to Megan making her moan and at one point scream. They continued well into the night ending with both of them facing each other on their sides hands inside the other's cunts making themselves cum together. They fell asleep spooning each other with Megan behind Valerie her face buried in her curly hair. *** Waking up slowly, Megan stretches feeling for Valerie's body but she's not there. She opens her eyes to look around the room and that's when she heard voices coming from the living room. Wondering who the visitor was she stood up to put on her clothes of last night and ventures out. As she enters the living room she sees Jared, Crystal and Valerie, and picking up on the tension in the room, somehow knew that something was horribly wrong. "My God Megan! You really did it?!? You couldn't even talk to me first before doing anything so stupid?! Valerie is my half sister! We have the same father! She only found out about me after her mom died and she got in contact with me four months ago. I asked her to come over here so that we could get to know each other since we are the only ones left in our family! Then I find out from Crystal what she thought and what you planned to do! Are you both crazy?!?" Jared said angrily. "Megan I'm so sorry...I..." Crystal started with tears rolling down her face. But Megan wasn't hearing or seeing her sister and brother. All she could see was Valerie looking at her with so much pain and hurt in her beautiful face. "You thought that of me?" There wasn't even a thread of anger in her voice just hurt so much hurt. "You thought I was some... Some whore you had to teach a lesson so you could throw it at your brother-in-law's face?" Her face pale arms wrapped around her middle to somehow ward off any more pain. "Wait! Let me explain Valerie. Please!" Fear and panic in her voice as she approaches Valerie. Jared grabs Crystal's hand as they head off towards the door. "Look, it's best if we leave you two alone to talk things out. Crystal and I need to do the same thing." As Megan tries to reach out to touch Valerie she takes a step back. Megan closes her eyes at the pain of rejection. 'How could everything so right go so wrong so fast? I should have just talked to Valerie before all this.' She thought to herself. Valerie's head was bent down her eyes staring blankly at the floor. "Three years ago I was raped by someone I thought was my friend. He admitted to liking me and wanting more but I told him I was into girls. Guess he didn't like that cuz he decided to teach me a lesson and did what he did. His parting shot as he left me was that I should thank him for teaching me how it is to be with a man." her voice devoid of any emotion. "Then you come along thinking I'm some home wrecker bitch that needs to be taught a lesson. God! What is it with me?" "Valerie please... Let's talk about this." Megan begged. "What for? You got what you set out to do. You taught me a lesson not to trust anyone." Valerie walks to her door and opens it. "Please leave Megan. I have nothing else to say to you." Still not looking at Megan. Fighting back tears Megan walks out the clicking of the door behind her a finality. As she got in her car she let out a broken sob and cried her heart out with her head on the steering wheel. *** It's been more than a month and things have not worked out with Megan and Valerie. Not for lack of trying on her part she had tried calling and leaving messages but to no avail. She was happy though that her sister and brother have worked things out with their relationship especially with the birth of her nephew but can't help but feel a little jealous that she can't with her and Valerie. The phone rings bringing her out from her musings. "Hello." "Hey sis! Could I ask you a huge favor?" "What is it Crystal?" "Could I borrow your griller for tonight? We're having barbecue at our place and your welcome to join us. Jared's monstrosity of a griller is not working and we already have the food set up." "Alright be there in a few minutes." she sighs deciding to stop her pity party and enjoy a night with family. "Great! Thanks! Will tell Jared to set up another plate. See you in a few." As Megan parks across her sister's house she gasps as she sees the car of Valerie parked in front. 'I'm going to kill Crystal!' She thought as she realizes what her sister is trying to do. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. 'Okay Megan, just go ring the doorbell give the griller and just go back home.' Teling herself as she got out of the car. "Jared honey could you get the door?" Crystal shouts from inside the house as Megan rang the doorbell. "Hey Megan! So sorry about the last minute borrowing. Come on in. Crystal is out in the backyard. Here let me help you with that." Jared relieves Megan of the griller. "Umm... No Jared...I'm sorry but I won't be joining you and I think you know why. Just tell Crystal to give back the griller whenever. I don't really get to use it." "Megan, please don't be mad at your sister. She feels that she is to be blamed with what happened to you and Valerie. She just wants to fix it." "Crystal wants to fix things but Valerie doesn't. That was made very clear to me with all my unanswered phone calls and messages for the past month. Let's just leave it at that, Jared." Tears forming in her eyes. "Look I have to go. Give Crystal and my God child a kiss for me will you." "Alright Megan" Sighed Jared. As Megan crosses the street to her car she hears the excited voice of Jacob calling out to her. "Mommy Megan! Mommy Megan!" Jacob shouted out. "Jacob! No!" Jared screams. Megan turning around sees Jacob running towards her and a car coming from the right going fast on a curve. Instinctively she runs towards the boy and pushes him out of the way of the oncoming vehicle then total blackness envelops her. Megan wakes up in a hospital bed with Crystal holding her uninjured hand while crying and Jared standing by the window looking outside. "What... What happened?" She asked hoarsely. "Jared! She's awake!" Crystal calls out to her husband. "Oh honey! You had us so scared!" Softly brushing back her sister's hair careful not to touch the bruise on her temple. "Hi Megan. You got hit by the car when you pushed Jacob out of the way. I swear I thought I was gonna have a heart attack when I saw it happen." Jared still visibly shaken. "The doctor said you were very lucky. You only suffered a broken arm and leg. It could have been worse given the impact." "What about Jacob? How is he?" Megan asked. "He is another room being tended to for the bruising he got on his forehead. Doctor says he'll be fine." Crystal responded. Jared gently touches Megan's shoulder. "Look Megan, I know we haven't really talked about this you and I.... But I wanted to say that I'm really sorry for what happened between you and my sister. Yes, in the beginning I was angry at you for hurting her but seeing the way you have been these past month makes me realize that your hurting as well. I wish I could make things right for both of you since it is so obvious that you love each other." Tears fall from Megan's eyes. "Oh Jared! I love her so much! It may have started as a stupid plan, but from the very first time I met her and held her in my arms I had already decided I wasn't gonna push thru with it.... I just couldn't do it. God! I am so stupid and it's no ones fault but my own.... I met the most beautiful person and I lost her!" She sobbed loudly. "Hey! Hey! C'mon now sis." Crystal wiping at the tears on Megan's face. "You rest now alright.. Doctor says you could go home tomorrow. So we'll pick you up, bring you home, and I will take care of you while you get better. Obviously you won't be able to with both your arm and leg in a cast." Both Jared and Crystal kissing her on the forehead goodbye. No one notices the door to the room that was slightly open closed softly. When Jared and Crystal stepped out of the room they were both surprised to find Valerie standing by the door tears running down her face. "I need to talk to both of you. I need your help." Valerie said with determination on her face. *** It was late in the afternoon when they arrived in her place from the hospital. Crystal helped her into bed and told her to get some sleep while she runs a few errands and come back to prepare dinner for her. "So anything special you want for dinner?" Crystal asked. "I'm craving for lasagna." Megan responded with a small smile. "Alright then! Lasagna it is! Now get some rest!" Crystal waves off. When Megan awoke her room was dark except for the light coming from her window. As she looked towards her door she sees Jacob standing just outside looking at her quietly. "Mommy Megan you wake?" Jacob softly asked. "Hey sport. Yes I am. Are you ok?" Megan asked as the boy came towards her bed leaning his body on the mattress. "Am okay. Am sowy I hoit you." The boys chin trembled as tears started in his eyes. And with Megan's good arm, lifted the boy to her and hugged him as they lay down on the bed. "Oh baby no! You didnt hurt me... Ssshhh... It's ok... I'm okay." She sniffed loving the feel of the boys warm body close to her as she rubbed his back comforting him. "Baby, I told you not to bother Mommy Megan she needs her rest." Valerie admonished the boy as she went to the bed and sat on the side of it. "Didnt wake her Mommy. She was wake. Wight Mommy Megan?" The boy asked still hugging her tightly. Still quite stunned with Valerie being there and calling her 'Mommy Megan' was making her heart run wild. "Umm.. No he didn't wake me up. I was already awake when he came in." Trying to see Valerie's face in the semi darkened room. "Oh! Well am glad then cuz I wanted you to be resting before dinner. I made for us Lasagna. It will be ready in a few minutes or so." "Umm...Valerie I dont know why you are here but I just want to let you know that..." Stopping in mid sentence as Valerie places her finger on Megan's lips. "You don't have to explain... I heard what you said to both Jared and Crystal at the hospital. Did you mean everything you said?" Valerie asked hopefully with eyes glistening with tears. "Every single damn word! And I swear it on everything I hold dear!" Megan said with conviction tears in her eyes as well. "God! I so want to hug you right now but I'm afraid I'll hurt you." Frustration in Valerie's voice. "I'd rather feel the physical pain than the pain of not feeling you in my arms." Megan responded in equal frustration. "Spoon Mommy! Like we do in my bed! Spoon Mommy Megan!" Jacob piped in. Both adults forgetting the presence of the child for a moment. "Out of the mouth of babes!" They both said in unison and laughed. Valerie joined them in the bed spooning Megan from behind holding her tight and buried her face in her neck. Megan gave a loud sigh as she shuddered loving the feel of Valerie's body behind her. "God! I missed you so much Valerie! I love you with all my heart!" Megan cried out. "I love you too Megan!" "Me too! Me too! Wove my mommies!" Jacob sat up looking at both women giving them his famous dimpled smile. Both women laughed out loud. "Mommy, I want baby boy!" The boy demanded. "Ask Mommy Megan for your baby brother." Valerie told the child surprising Megan. "Are you serious?" Turning her head to look at the brunette as she asked. "Do you want to?" the brunette asked gently rubbing Megan's stomach. "I would love to but only if you're with me." She responded. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Valerie whispered lovingly as she brought her head closer and kissed Megan with all the love that she felt. Another Chance "What the fuck are you doing??" Mary screamed as she walked in the bathroom. Colin her husband was concentrating on dragging his razor over his ball bag but managed, "Shaving my cock and balls." "Why?" "Because I thought if I was smoother and you actually wanted to make love it might feel better and you might not end up sore." "Well that's never going to happen because I don't ever want you touching me again, I can't bear you pawing me, I hate it." She stormed out and he heard the bedroom door slam. He continued to shave his cock and balls, holding his cockhead and stretching and twisting his prick so he could get all the way round. Using the warm water in the bowl he carefully washed the last traces of the shaving gel off and looked down at his efforts. His cock and balls were completely smooth, he ran his hand over them, feeling the soft skin under his fingers. He found the Nivea lotion in the cabinet and squirted a blob on his prick. His left hand massaged it into the skin as his circumcised cock stiffened in his hand. He smiled and pumped his fat 5" cock in his fist. Then walked to the bedroom door. He turned the handle and walked in, his hand coming off his cock. Mary lay in bed, her eyes red, tears rolling down her face. Colin came and sat on the bed, he reached for her shoulder but she shrugged him off. "I don't want to talk about it, I just want to be left alone, please just leave me alone," fresh tears trickled down her face and she rolled onto her side. Colin stood and silently dressed. He left the bedroom and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for her. Later Mary appeared, still in her dressing gown, she shuffled to the table and he brought her breakfast in. She ate silently, drank her tea and juice, then looked at Colin. "Colin, I'm fat, I hate myself and my body, I've had my womb removed and I don't want or need sex again, I have no feelings in that area at all. Please respect that." She looked at him sadly. Colin stared at her and sighed, "Mary I have been fascinated by your body since we first met, nothing's changed since then. I know it hasn't been easy for us has it. Sex has always been a problem. I can't help the way I feel. I want to touch, stroke, squeeze, lick, suck and kiss every part of your body." "You sick bastard, I hate it the way you ogle and leer at me, I don't want you anywhere near me, do you understand?" she stood up and made to march out but Colin grabbed her and held her by the arms. "We have to talk, we can't go on like this, you can't just lock it out and think it's done, there are two of us in this marriage and I need you physically." Colin looked her in the eyes, and leaned in to kiss her nose. He pulled her to him and held her tightly. "I love you so much, I have tried not to ogle and stare, but I can't, I lust after you and I'm sorry if it upsets you. You are the only women I've ever been with, I don't want anyone else." Tears formed in his eyes, and he felt them run down his face. "Please, please help me, I really can't carry on like this." Mary's arms can slowly to his sides and gripped him. "What is it you want? sex, I can't do it I'm terrible at it, I freeze up and then get so tense waiting for the pain to start when you poke that thing in me. I really don't think I will ever be any good. Please what do you want?" "I want to be able to look at you and enjoy it, knowing you're enjoying it too. I want to be able to touch you everywhere, your breasts, your bare back, your belly your backside and your thighs, but mostly I want to be able to go down on you and lick and suck and taste, smell and rub my face in your pussy. I want to stick my tongue in your hole as I rub my nose on your clit. I want to have you cum on my face." "That's just disgusting, why do you want to go down there? I hate it when you do and try to kiss me afterwards, I don't like the smell or taste of me. why can't you wash your face before you touch me?" "But you do like to cum, don't you?" "Yes of course but it's so dirty and unclean, anyway I can just cross my legs and squeeze whilst you touch my boobs and kiss me, you can hold onto my bum too!" "So will you let me?" "I don't know, I'm scared and that's why I try to not go there, I don't want to be hurt, and now I've had the hysterectomy I have even less lubrication. Why can't you just accept that sex is over between us?" "Because it's very important to me, I like looking at you, I love the feel of your skin, so smooth and soft and I like the taste, smell and feel of your pussy." "Yuk, I hate your cock being anywhere near me, I can't stand having it in me and I don't like it in my mouth, sorry, but it's the truth." "Anything else whilst were at least talking about this?" "Yes I hate your obsession with me peeing, that's just sick, I think it's because we don't have sex, your all screwed up inside." "Au contraire my lovely wife, I've always had a thing about women peeing, so that's untrue and not about to go away." "What about wanting to shave my.. you know down there, why?" "So I can see your beautiful pussy better and it will be smooth and nice to suck and kiss and lick." "God you are so perverted, I feel sick now! Why are you so obsessed with my body. I'm 6 stone overweight, my tummy hangs down so you can't see my pussy and my boobs are so saggy," "Exactly why I love you so much, you're a real woman, with a lovely, cuddly, round body. I'd love you if you lost 6 stone as I'd love you if you put on 6 stone. I love you the person inside your body, I want to make you cum and enjoy your body, is that so wrong?" "Well I hate my body, I can't seem to lose weight, I'm sure if I did I'd eventually feel sexier, but I don't seem to be able to and to be honest since the hysterectomy I've felt nothing in that department anyway." "So as far as you are concerned it's all over?" "Yes" "And what about my needs?" "you can play with yourself and look at porn, when I've gone to bed." "So you know I look at porn?" "I thought you did and that's confirmed it, I'm not stupid. They're all just sick women flaunting themselves for men to wank over." "Which I suppose real women don't do?" "No there too busy working and running the family." "what would you do if I told you that these women don't turn me on, I used to use them as a primer then as I got to my climax I think of you and imagine kissing your pussy, or better still you pissing over me and soaking me from chest to cock." "That's enough, I'm not listening to you anymore, you need help, you're ill, how can you live with yourself if you have thoughts like that?" "I can't remember how your pussy smells or tastes anymore. It's been so long I can't remember holding your breasts or feeling your bum in my hands. You're my wife and I don't know what you feel like anymore, that's so wrong." "Stop it now, I can't listen to this, I have work to do, I need to get on, please get out I want to dress." "So you need to lock me away from you is that it?" "Yes, let me go I need to shower and get dressed, I have a lot to do this morning." so saying she freed herself from his grip and rushed out, her feet pounded on the stairs and she was gone. Colin thought for a moment and went upstairs, he could hear the shower in the bathroom. He walked in and saw her sponging herself down, wiping the foam and moving round under the hot stream of water. "Hi!" he said, "I like you naked." "Oh for God's sake get out and leave me alone, can't I have any privacy, just go!" she turned her back and he was tempted to run his hand over her ample backside, but thought better of it. Eventually she finished showering and came back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped almost round her, it gaped widely at the back showing her backside and legs., she rubbed herself dry then looking at him with contempt, threw the wet towel on the bed, standing completely naked before him. "Satisfied?" "Yes, you look lovely naked." "I know how I look, so you can cut the bullshit." she spat. He walked over to her and she visibly shrank back. He closed in and reached a finger out to run over her shoulder from her arm to her neck, silky soft and giving he enjoyed the feel of her skin. "Look if you want to touch me try putting that cream on my back, and rub it well in, this weather leaves me all dry and scratchy. I need some sun on me." Colin took the pot and dipped two fingers in, reaching for her shoulder blades he dotted the cream on her skin then flattened his hands and began to rub it across her back, he moved lower, added more cream until eventually he began to rub it around her upper buttocks, "OK, that's fine you can stop now, Colin please stop," she tried to move away but he kept massaging the cream into her buttocks, now reaching the lower half and gently pulling her cheeks apart. His fingers began to creep inwards until he felt the pucker of her anus, he pulled slightly harder, removing one hand to add more lotion. Moving back he realised she was quieter but her arse was now moving with the rhythm of his hands. He slid his fingers past her anus and felt the space between her opening and it. He pushed further and found her opening, her pussy lips having folded back like two pink petals. She started to gyrate her hips and Colin slid his finger into her gently, she paused then fell back into the rhythm again. He pushed in until he felt his knuckle graze her hairy lips, slowly withdrawing he felt her stiffen as she thought he'd finished. He bent and kissed her back, then lower at the point where it became her buttock, then each cheek. He ran his lips over each, now sliding two fingers into her, widening them as he pulled them out, stretching her slightly. She sighed and pushed back against him. He went lower and began to lick her anus, she flinched then resumed her rocking. He licked again then pushed her legs wider so he could put his head between her legs. She panicked so he kissed the spot between her arse and her pussy, then ran his tongue over each lip in turn. She rocked harder and as he withdraw he added a third finger to the pack, she screamed and rocked harder. Moving under her he located her clit and fastened his mouth over it, running his tongue along the groove on each side. Her legs sagged as she came and he gently relaxed his fingers to draw them out, kissing her clit and running his tongue from there to her anus. Pulling back he kissed her arse and stood up. She saw the ramrod outline of his cock, outlined against his trousers, the circumcised head bigger than the base. "I suppose you need to take care of that thing?" she said nodding towards his cock. "Oh yes: unless you want to help?" "Not likely, I don't want to go near it, ever." "I suppose I can't persuade you to let me cum on your tits." "How?" "I'll jerk off, you lie on the bed, when I cum I'll aim at your tits." "Gross, but ok, only on my boobs, nowhere else?" Ok, deal," Colin flipped his cock out and began to wank as he drank in her features, he walked round the bed so she lay with her feet at his feet. Obligingly she parted her legs, then closed them, then opened them again but much wider and then repeated the leg opening/closing for him. He grunted as he felt his seed rise. She looked up at him then suddenly raised her legs up and wide, showing off her open vulva through the thick mass of pubic hair. Placing her hands on her knees she pulled back further, her vagina and anus opening slightly more as she pulled. Colin lost it and his cum spurted out over her belly and dropped down over her tits, one spurt hitting a nipple and dripping off it. He felt his legs bucking as he had his most intense orgasm for some time. Instead of just dribbling out as it normally did when he jacked off to porn, he let fly six or seven globs of cum, each traveling to Mary's tits. She grimaced and reached for a tissue. "All done, good clean yourself up then as we need to be out in half an hour, we're going to mummy's for lunch." Later, after returning from her parents they sat in the lounge and looked at each other. "Thank you for this morning," she said and smiled at him. "thanks for what, we both enjoyed it, didn't we?" I liked watching you wank your cock, and when the sperm came out I wanted it to land on my pussy. I think if sex were like that then I could cope, as long as that thing stays away I could let you touch me and make me come." "Well that is sex isn't it. We both came, so where's the difference? If that's what you want from sex I can more than live with that. I got to eat your pussy, put my fingers in your hole and I massaged cream into you back, it floats my boat." He smiled at her and winked. "But is it enough, I bet you'll want to put you cock inside me after a while, I can't bear to think of it Colin, I can't take the soreness and pain anymore." "I know Mary, I think it's been about twenty years since I was last inside you, so your pain has really embedded itself in your mind. Look I'm more than happy to have a physical relationship without penetration, if you want it?" "Seriously? you'd won't try to get that thing inside me, even when the lust overtakes you, when you lose control and just want to ram it into me?" "Mary, we're a lot older now and I think I can be a bit more understanding than that." "Promise?" "I promise, if we have a physical relationship I will be careful." "OK, but there are limits!" "OK what are the limits?" "Besides no penetration, no trying to kiss me when you've been down on me." "Agreed, reluctantly, but agreed." "That's all I can think of at the moment, I feel a bit strange, I really enjoyed this morning, if we can keep it like that I'll do my best to please you, honestly." "What more can I ask, fancy sitting on my lap and kissing me to seal the bargain?" "I'm far to heavy to sit on your lap, but you can come here and sit on the arm of the chair and kiss me." Later they went to bed together and Mary allowed Colin to undress her and put her nightie on her. As the backs of his hands grazed her nipples he felt them stiffen. Pulling the cotton gently he watched the little peaks appear at her chest. Standing he ran the palms of his hands over then. A minute later she cast the nightie aside and allowed him to hold and kiss her breasts, then moved up to him and they kissed hungrily. His hands slid round her body to grasp her arse and pulled him to her. His prick stood between their bellies but she pulled him harder against her, rubbing herself against him. He held her buttocks and pulled the cheeks apart, causing her to speed up her rubbing against him. "Go down, go down, lick and suck it, please Colin, suck me now," She released him and pushed away, lying with her legs over the end of the bed. He knelt down, parted her legs and dived into her pussy, his tongue lashing her sensitive parts and causing her an immediate and powerful orgasm. Colin continued to lick, suck and tongue her as she pushed her feet down on his shoulders, lifting her arse off the bed. Colin's finger, wet with her juices traced the outline of her pucker. His other hand coated with her juice was gently grasping and rolling her clit between his fingers. She moaned and bucked as he pushed his finger into her dirt box, then pushed his tongue into her hole. Mary jerked and rolled, pumped and strained as another climax roared through her body. She sagged and stretched, her toes digging into his back. Colin pushed his tongue into her, feeling the walls trying to grasp him as her juices coated him. His finger in her anus felt the muscles spasming around it, trying to expel him in her climax. He pushed gently and relaxed, feeling his digit pushed backwards. he pushed again. Mary now reached for his head and tried to prize him off his goal. Eventually she managed to raise his head and she moved her feet to his chest to aid in moving him off her. As he stood, he used his juice coated fingers to wrap round his cock, staring at her large belly, pussy and heaving breasts. His cock was rock hard and he pumped it quickly. As he felt his seed rise he saw her unfocused eyes trying to look at him. " On my pussy, cum on my pussy," her ragged voice whimpered. He nodded and pushed his dick downwards. Again he climaxed with a large explosion of fluid. The thick heavy globs spurting out onto the mat of crinkly hair over her mound. The cum started to sink down into the hair, some falling down the crack at the centre, dripping onto her clit and the inner lips of her open vulva. Her fingers strayed down and she ran them though his cum. Colin sank down onto the carpet, holding his dick and feeling the last drops oozing out over his fingers. He looked up at his wife's open legs and saw her finger lazily circling her clit. She moaned and widened her legs. "Can I help you with that?" "No thanks, I'm just..." her voiced trailed off as she crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together trapping her hand between them, jerking five or six times until she relaxed again. "Mmmm, that was so good, I'd forgotten how good it feels to come, thank you Colin, that was lovely." "I'll go wash my face," he said and hauled himself to his feet, preparing to go to the bathroom. "can you please bring me back a fresh glass of water," "of course, you get into bed, I'll be back." he picked the glass up and walked out "Thank you Colin." she sat still on the bed. He washed and brushed his teeth again , running the electric toothbrush over his tongue. Filling the water glass he headed for the bedroom. He walked in to find she had not moved. Worried he stepped nearer, "Are you OK?" "Yesss, mmm can't move, I think I'm stuck here." "You need to clean up too, you've got my cum in your pubes, it'll dry and stick all your hairs together." "S'okay, I'll shower it off tomorrow and if you're good you can help me," she giggled, "now give me a hand to get up will you. Thanks." Colin helped her to stand and helped her round to her side of the bed. They crawled into bed and fell asleep as soon as the light went off. The next few days saw them repeat the event each evening until Friday night. Colin came out of the toilet expecting to be asked to undress Mary, tonight, however, she was already in bed, with the cover pulled up to her chin. Colin wondered if there was a problem, but he noted her silly smile. "Hi," "Hi yourself, ok?" "Yes, you?" "Yes I'm good thanks, sleepy?" "Hmm, so-so, you?" "Well yes, some, been a busy day." "Oh, so you don't fancy helping me out then?" "Hey I never said I was that tired!" "Good because I have a little present for you!" "For me, what is it?" She threw the cover back, to reveal her nakedness, but as his eyes traveled down the familiar route, he saw she had changed. She had removed nearly all her pubic hair, all that remained was a series of thin trimmed strips making an 'M' over her pubis. The middle bars over the dip marking the start of her crack. His cock jerked upwards as she spread her legs showing that all the rest of her hair, including round her anus had been removed. He stared in wonder and lust. "Like it?" "Ohh yes, very much, wow look your pussy lips are so smooth, you're beautiful." "I thought if you liked it so much, I should let you see all of it. I had it done this afternoon after work." "So you weren't working late?" "only on this, I had it waxed, it wasn't expensive and I got really horny as she put the wax on and pulled the hair off, She had to wipe me with a tissue in the end." "Fuck, really, wish I'd been there, I'd have tongued it up." "You horny sod, I bet you would, and licked my arse as well." "Too right, now would you like me to test whether it is smooth as silk." Another Chance "I was afraid you'd never ask, please do, I'm ready to cum anyway, but don't let that stop you." Colin moved down to her and began to kiss, lick, finger and suck her pussy. She cried and screamed and mewed and shouted, climaxing several times until she pushed him away exhausted. Colin sat back his dick in his hand, but too tired to even pump it. His mouth ached and his tongue was sore, he grinned and told Mary. She giggled and he watched in fascination as her belly and breasts wobbled and danced. she hauled herself upright and grabbed his hand, "Come on I need to pee." "With me?" "Don't you want to watch?" "Well yes, but you don't usually let me." "Then don't question it, come with me." Pulling him up she walked to the bathroom. As they went in she pulled Colin past her. "Sit!" she commanded. Curious he sat on the toilet seat and she positioned herself over him. As he went to ask, she smiled and with a hiss her piss streamed over his cock, covering him, dripping off his balls, running to his anus then into the toilet bowl. His cock began to rise in response to the most erotic thing he had witnessed so far. She wiggled her backside to remove the last drops and smiled at him. You need to wash yourself, you're such a messy pisser," she grinned kissed him and ran her hand round his cock. "Wash and I'll treat you to a hand job, be quick, or I might go to sleep." She turned and left, he admired her large saggy arse as she went. "Wash not watch!" she threw over her shoulder. Colin walked into the bedroom, she was sat on the bed, still naked, he walked towards her. "Sorry there's not enough Mary juice at the moment, but I bought some of this!" she popped open a tube of lubricant and poured a little on his cock. Wrapping her hand round it she massaged it slowly then sped up, soon Colin was grunting and moving his hips in time to her wanking. As he let her know he was about to come she lay back and opened her legs aiming his cock at her opening, four, five, six spurts hit her directly, she sighed and her other hand snaked round to rub the cum into her opening and along her slit to her clit. Still holding Colin, she attempted to stand, he grasped her shoulders and helped her up. She pulled his cock between her legs, closing her thighs she rocked back and forth feeling his cock rubbing against her clit. They held each other and kissed , their bellies flattened against each other and his cock sliding along her slit, then she came in a flurry of grunts and squeals as Colin felt his cock soaked in her juices, each thrust making his cock head touch her opening. Mary fell back, staring at Colin's stiffy. His hand seized his rod and he pumped hard. He couldn't cum it was too soon after his last climax, he gripped tighter and stared at Mary, who realising the problem lay back on the bed and pulled her pussy lips wide so he could see right into her sex. "Come Colin, come for me, come in my hole, come baby, come for me." She licked her lips and waggled her breasts so they lazily rolled over her chest and stomach. She rolled over and presented her arse, her hands pulling the cheeks apart, so he could see her anus and gaping pussy. "Can't, to soon, can't come, can't come." he lashed his hand backwards and forwards, but the lubricant made the action almost frictionless. Mary rolled back over and jammed two fingers into her hole, moving them in and out rapidly. "this is your prick, Col, pretend it's your prick, moving in and out of me, making me come, I'm coming, baby I'm cumming, cum too, come inside me," her hand was a blur as she made two fingers three, her backside jerking off the mattress, her other hand on her clit. Mary realised that she was about to cum, she had actually made herself cum using her own fingers. She screamed and jerked her fingers in and out, rubbing her clit and felt her climax sweep over her. Colin felt his balls tighten and stepped closer to Mary, standing between her legs. She looked and saw his cum face, removed her fingers and pulled her lips as wide apart as possible. Screaming her name over and over Colin pumped his seed into her open hole jerking back and forward, Mary gasped as she felt his cock head touch her fingers, but instead of moving away, she thrust herself up moving her hands away. As his last spurt came Colin felt Mary's hole close round him and he released his grip on his cock and thrust forward, sinking into Mary and pulling out again. He staggered back and fell to the floor, she lept off the bed and ran to him. "Col are you okay?" "Wha.. I was inside you, I was actually inside you, I'm sorry if it hurt, I lost it, so sorry." "Is that why you pulled out, oh Col it was ok, it felt good, Oh darling I love you and I want to do that again and again, only this time let you come inside me properly." "Really, are you sure?" "Positive." "I saw you use your fingers, you've never done that before, at least not when I've been around." "I know and it felt good, I've been missing out there, come on try to stand up are you sure you're ok?" "Phew no, I feel a bit unsteady, all this sex is making mush of my brain." He sat on the bed and winced, rubbing his lower back. "Think I've broken my bum!" "You ok for a minute, I need another pee, unless you want to come too. I really enjoyed pissing over you, sorry it's taken so long to realise it. I feel really sexy at the moment." "That's because you are, always have been, it's just realising it. Come on." He stood and took her hand, as they walked to the bathroom. She pushed him to the bath and made him lie down, she climbed in and straddled him, squatting over his cock. Her piss rained down on him as he held her knees. As she finished he winked. "One good turn," he said and she felt a warm wet stream rise up to her pussy, giggling she pulled her lips apart so his fountain went into her hole. she wiggled and it jetted against her anus, she dipped lower so that it tickled her puckered ring. "Oh that feels so sexy, I might even cum again she said and moving slightly felt it against her pussy, which began to open. She reached between her legs and circled his still pissing cock. She pumped it gently feeling it stiffen. Colin lay in their combined piss and sighed contentedly. He watched as she pumped him and her other hand strayed to her pussy, absentmindedly fingering her clit. Her hands came away to pull her lips wider and she sank down on his cock. After twenty years he again felt the thrill of her vagina pulling his cock into her, like a warm wet suction tube, lined with silk. Mary looked down at him and smiled, "Bet you can't get out of that?" she said. "Don't think I'm going to try," he said grinning. Mary shivered and looked down at him, "Sorry to be a party pooper but I'm getting cold," she rose slightly and his cock made a 'plop' sound as he fell out of her. She helped him stand and turned the shower on, they hugged and kissed under the warm water, then took turns to soap and wash each other. Mary paid particular attention to his cock and balls, making sure they were very clean. Colin's small fat cock remained rock hard. She let him wash her all over and he treated himself to slowly washing each breast with two hands, then her belly and bare mound. He watched her wash her pussy. Turning her round, he started at her neck and soaped and washed her down. He cleaned her cheeks and slid a soapy finger between them, finding her anus and running his finger gently round it. They stepped out and found towels patting each other dry, then with the towels over their shoulders kissed passionately, her breasts flattened against his chest and their bellies squashed together with his dick wedged between. They ran their hands round each others arses and cupped the firm fleshy cheeks, squeezing gently. They broke briefly to hold hands and walk to the bedroom. the towels were thrown on the floor as they ran their hands over each other, their excitement mounting. "Go down on me and make me wet enough for your dick," she urged pulling down on Colin's arms. Colin lowered himself and waited as she moved her feet apart allowing him access, his mouth alighting on her mons and sliding down the crack to her pussy lips. He tongued, kissed, sucked and played with her, reaching above his head to massage the curve of her belly. her juice and his saliva mixing together made a very slippery mess around her opening and he felt her hands on his head. Standing he waited for her to decide what would happen. Fingering her clit, she placed her other hand to her mouth, spat on it then circled his dick and began to slowly pump. She edged backwards to the bed, as Colin's hands massaged her large saggy tits, feeling the weight and softness of her globes. Her nipples hardened and she sighed, her finger flicking the groove beside her clit, her other hand steadily pumping his cock. She sat and his hands fell off her breasts, then to Colin's surprise and delight, brought her hand off her clit and moved them to his balls, Lowering her head she licked his cock and slid it into her mouth, swirling her tongue round it. She started to lay back pulling Colin on the bed. Moving to straddle her he managed to get his leg over her chest so he faced her mound, he lowered his head as she guessed his intentions and widened her legs. Colin's tongue began to retrace its earlier route and she continued to suck and lick his cock. He kept his body high over her so she could dictate how much of his cock she took in, he kept his face low over her mound the better to enjoy her pussy. Finally with a 'plop' she pushed his cock out and he heard her whimper. "turn round, put it in me," "You'll need to help me get it right, hold yourself open for me," They shuffled and rearranged themselves, Colin looking down saw she had hooked her fingers on either side of her slit and was pulling the labia back, exposing herself to him. He also noticed her righthand thumb was massaging her clit. Slowly he eased his cockhead towards her, feeling the heat of her pussy rising up to meet it. Feeling the head just enter he paused and looked at her. "Kiss me, now please kiss me." she gasped, Colin moved his face over hers and their lips met, she sighed into his mouth and locked her mouth to his, as their tongues darted around each others. Her fingers let go and her labia moulded themselves round his cock, her hands moving to his arse cheeks and massaged them in circular motions. Colin enjoyed the kiss but held himself still just inside her. she started to move herself around him, her hands now pushing down on his arse. He felt himself slip further into her until suddenly his balls met her backside and his groin her mons. She sighed and ground herself against him. Colin relaxed slightly and they continued to kiss, losing track of time and only aware of the intense pleasure that locked them together from groin to lips. She continued to move in small circular motions around his groin, rubbing her clit against him. He felt as if his cock was embedded in a moist warm tunnel, gently rippling against him. He knew he could stay like this for hours without cumming, just enjoying the bliss of being inside her. Mary broke the kiss and began to pant as her motions became more energetic, She started to rise and fall slightly as well as wiggling sideways and back until with a grunt she began to push hard against him and he felt her muscles tighten round his cock. With a scream she became rigid and her grip on his prick became a rippling motion. He could feel the hole clenching and releasing round him as her climax ripped through her. He pumped slightly and felt the tightening of his balls. He came in five or six huge spurts which she never felt because she was so lost in her own orgasm. They slowed locked together, then kissed again for a long time. Colin's cock, spent, began to wilt until it fell out with a squelch. "No" she wailed feeling completely empty inside. He kissed her again and they rolled onto their sides facing each other, still holding each other tightly. They slept. Colin felt something sharp in his ribs, he woke confused and disorientated. "You're snoring," said Mary, his wife. "Wuh! sorry am I?" "No, but I want you awake so I lied," she smiled and kissed his nose, wrinkled hers and sat up, her breasts swaying and rolling over her large belly. "What's up, what's wrong?" he struggled to wake up properly, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. "We have to talk, are you awake?" "What, yea, course I am, why?" "Wake up Colin we've got lots to talk about!" she turned and rubbed her breasts over his face. Instantly his eyes focused and his tongue came out to try to lick the swaying nipples in front of him. Mary smiled and sat back, feeling the saliva trails cooling her breasts. "Right now you're awake, I want to talk to you about us, everything, nothing hidden, ok?" "Sure, is something bothering you?" "You bet, after yesterday everything's changed, don't you agree?" "Of course, but I thought that we had resolved a lot of our problems." "Oh yes we have, but we've created a few more." "Shit! like what?" "The fact is I can't think of anything else right now because I need your face and my pussy to meet and say good morning." she used her legs to push the bed covers off and widened her legs, still naked from their lovemaking the night before. "It might be a bit messy, but I really need you to sort me out, I've been diddling my finger in it but it really needs your tender care." "No problem," Colin said moving himself between her legs and aiming his mouth at her prize, "Fantastic way to wake up; come to daddy." Later they lay in the bath together, Colin at the head, legs spread, Mary between them lying against his chest, idly dappling her fingers in the water. Colin had his arms round her and her breasts rested on his forearms. "Col, do you really find me sexy? I still can't believe you want to see me naked, I'm gross." "You're still the girl I woo'd and married, you've the best tasting pussy and the softest smoothest skin of anyone ever. I know you're fat, so am I but underneath you've not changed since we first met. I like seeing you naked, it still turns me on, I find your body fascinating and I like watching you move around, see how all the suspension works. He lifted his arms a little raising her breasts and slid his arms away so his hands cupped them. Mary wriggled against him. "Don't start me off again, I ache from cumming so much, please can we just enjoy being close, I love this," she pulled his hands off her breasts and held them in hers. "Don't worry I'm not going to switch off again, I love making love with you, I've missed you so much." He squeezed her fingers, "Me too, you're fantastic, in and out of bed, I feel so peaceful, like a dams burst and all the pressure's been released. It is so much better now than it ever was, you are a fantastic lover, friend, soulmate." He squeezed her hands again. "Hmmm, now look what you've done, I'm thinking naughty thoughts again." "Do tell!" "Later," "I'm looking forward to it." "I sure hope so." They settled back again and relaxed in the warm bath, only finally moving when the water became too cold. They turned the shower on and enjoyed the hot water returning the heat to their bodies. Walking back to the bedroom Mary wrinkled her nose, "Poo! we need to open the windows and wash the sheets, it's rank in here." She made for the bed as Colin unlatched the large window. They manhandled the dirty sheets downstairs and into the washing machine. Returning to the kitchen they organised breakfast. Later they cleared but made more tea and coffee and settled on the straight backed chairs around the kitchen table. "OK Boss this morning you wanted to talk, so go on what's bothering you?" "Right, well it's just that all this sex is very sudden and I feel kinda guilty about being so negative about it, I wanted to explain and apologise. I can't believe how sexy and turned on I've become, I don't want to lose that feeling ever again." "No explanations needed, no apology required, it's a clean start for us. But, there are lessons for me in this too, so I would quit the angst and just enjoy what we do. However, if things start to change and it starts to hurt again, we stop and go back to the beginning, no penetration, but mutual masturbation and lots of hugging and kissing." "Then you better hug me, because I really want to feel your arms round me and protecting me." "Do you know that's how I feel inside you, protected, it's such an unbelievably satisfying feeling, like nothing else, perfect." "Can I ask you a really personal question?" "Of course you can, I do my best to answer it." "It's a simple yes or no actually, have you ever tasted your own cum?" "No!" "Would you?" "Do you want me to because I will, I've actually always been curious about it anyway." "Wow, that's a good answer." "what brought it on anyway?" "Well, you know I have this aversion to the taste and smell of my pussy? well during the last couple of days I've tasted and smelt it lots of times on you and I'm not one hundred percent converted, but it's not as awful as I thought. Well it got me wondering if you knew what your cum tasted like, so I thought I'd ask." "Good question, as I say I've been wondering for a long time, I've got close to it a couple of times but always chickened out, now seems a good time to share it with you." "Good well let's try now, come on whack it out and lets see what we can do." "Whack it out, where did that come from," Colin giggled and chuckled, opening his fly he extracted his cock, "Whack," he shouted as Mary's hands went to it, massaging it in her hands. It stiffened to full size in seconds. It likes you, you're its friend," Colin said slowly sliding on the chair and leaning back. Mary sat forward and wrapped her lips around his cockhead, swirling her tongue round it, she opened her lips and slid her hand to the pool of saliva on the end rubbing it round the shaft and pulling it into her mouth again. She sucked and swirled it as she pumped. Colin felt his stomach lurch as his climax came. "Coming!" he yelled in warning, Mary lifted her head off and watched his face, still pumping, but allowing her fist to cover his cockhead , before twisting her wrist and reversing her hand down his shaft. "MARY!" he grunted and she held his cock below the head in a vice like grip. She pulled a clean cup over and aimed his cock in it, thick globs of cum spurted into the cup, covering the bottom. She continued to pump him until no more came out. aiming his cock upwards she bent and sucked him into her mouth, washing him clean with her tongue and saliva. popping his cock out she swallowed and smacked her lips. "Not bad, a bit salty and gooey, but not disgusting, fancy a taste?" she held the cup up to him. Colin took the cup and swirled it, ready to drink. "Hey don't drink all of it, I only got a taster, I want a proper portion buster." she warned. He smiled and tilted the cup until hel felt the liquid on his lips, then he sucked some in, allowing it to roll round his mouth, savouring it like wine. He passed the cup to Mary who raised it and tilted her head back, taking the rest into her mouth. After a few minutes she swallowed and looked at him. "Mmm different, I can't make it out, but I wouldn't say no to you cumming in my mouth." He swallowed and paused, "really, you'd let me cum in your mouth." "Less messy than my pussy, but not as much fun, as I've discovered, but yeah, I could learn to like it. Do you know I didn't know what I thought it would taste like, but definitely didn't expect that." "Hmm, it's a bit, well nothing really, a bit slimy or gooey, but not what I thought either. Not sure I'd want to do it all the time, but not so unpleasant that I'd refuse in the future." Another Chance "Wait a minute, when are you going to get a mouthful of cock so you'd ever taste it again." "No I was thinking more if you went down on me and then I kissed you and you still had it in your mouth." "Oh that's gross, like when we first met and traded gum and stuff, eurgghh." Mary laughed and stroked his leg. "God yeah, sharing chocolate and stuff, wow that was a long time ago," he mused and pushed his cock back into his pants, then zipped his trousers up. "I think it tastes different now, because of your vasectomy, it's only the liquid stuff now, no sperm." "True, I hadn't thought of that, hmm, I wonder what it used to taste like?" "I never got that far with you did I? I'd never put your dick anywhere near my mouth." "You did once, do you remember I nearly choked you, so you said no after that." "Oh yes! I remember, I remember once I agreed to give you a hand job and you went off in seconds," "I was so excited, it went in your hair and over your forehead." "We had some fun then!" "And we're going to have fun from now on too." "Yes we are, look as you kindly gave me a hand and mouth job, I owe you a pussy lick, you can order it anytime." "I'm going to hold you to that Mr. that's a done deal." "Oh by the way it's a buy one get one free," "How does that work?" "I go down on you and then I go down on you again, in fact I'll go down on you anytime you want." "Sounds like heaven, wait can you hear that?" "What?" "The sound of a pussy in distress," "I'd better investigate, open wide and say.." "Aahhhhhhhh, that's it just there." Another Chance at Love I was giving a lot of thought to this afternoon's appointment. It was my first time to see a psychiatrist and the possible repercussions were bothering me. I mean, sure, I had always been sort of regarded as "off-the-wall", perhaps unconventional, maybe "eccentric" even, but no one had ever called me "crazy", at least to my face. For instance, I had never thought of my little brother as the embodiment of world destruction. Nor did I see him as the Anti-Christ. He was a royal pain in the ass sometimes, but what little brother isn't? I had seen a psychologist to assess what he termed "suspected hypomania", and he'd arranged for this meeting with the psychiatrist just to "make sure everything is okay". At a rather exorbitant $225 an hour, you would think they could do a little bit more than that. I did a search for hypomania on the Internet. The condition was characterized by a high energy level and euphoric mood that could last for several days and then change to irritability, intolerance and rage. Other symptoms included extroversion, loss of judgment, rapid speech/flow of ideas, an increased sex drive and a low need for sleep. It sounded like I was a prime candidate. Except for the rage part. As far as I was concerned, none of this was a big surprise to me. I was certainly extroverted, friendly with strangers, usually in a good mood, and reasonably productive and creative. I didn't sleep a lot, and while I didn't consider myself promiscuous, I surely possessed a healthy sex drive. I was the one to whom everybody attached the word "hyperactive". Self-esteem was not a problem, and I didn't think I had any problems with the squandering of funds. In fact, I was quite frugal. And I couldn't really see any issues of judgment either, but then again, I would tend to be biased in that regard. I simply wasn't aware that my mere existence was looked upon as a pathological condition. The modern office complex where the psychiatrist was located was in a better part of town. After I entered the building, I walked down a long carpeted hallway to a large waiting room that appeared to be the reception area for several medical offices. Checking in with the receptionist, I speculated from the style of her glasses and lines on her face that she was around 50 years old. She gave the definite impression she'd much rather be somewhere else. I sat down across from a young woman with a ponytail, who appeared to be perfectly normal aside from the fact she was muttering "shit, piss, fuck" at random intervals. That and the slight unpredictable jerks of her head occurring each time she voiced the words. It was a little disconcerting, but just as I tried to concentrate on the pamphlet I'd picked up at the front desk, the receptionist called my name. I stood and started to walk toward someone I assumed was a doctor who appeared at the hallway door. I only glanced at her at first. She was quite cute; about five feet six inches tall, with small-to- medium sized breasts, long slender legs, and blonde hair that went to the middle of her back. She wore a knee-length beige skirt and a light blue Oxford button-down, and was holding a clipboard. In fact, although I was unsure why, it seemed that I knew her. I had never been to this clinic before. "Right this way, Daniel." As she passed she seemed to study my face closely before walking in an unhurried pace down the hallway. I took the opportunity to observe a rather stunning ass in the motion of a seductive sway, with the tight-fitting skirt serving to highlight it well, and all too soon we were at the psychiatrist's office. She opened the door for me, and I walked in as she followed casually, sitting down behind the desk. She looked more than vaguely familiar. "I'm Dr. Lofgren. Please have a seat." She looked into my face for an extended moment, and in what seemed like an afterthought stated, "And you may call me Suzanne." 'Suzanne?' I thought, in somewhat of a daze as it came back to me. 'Suzanne Barrett?' I suddenly realized who she was. "Suzanne? I thought your name was Barrett? And I thought your hair was light brown?" I know there was a confused tone in my voice. "Danny? Is that really you?" she asked, a big smile on her face. "I was thinking you looked awfully familiar. I didn't recognize you with that big ol' Cheech Marin mustache. Hmmm. Small world, isn't it?" She looked genuinely pleased to see me. "Microscopic. And yes -- it's really me, Suzanne -- it's great to see you, considering the circumstances." I had been quite enamored with Suzanne Barrett in my freshman year of college. We'd been enrolled in the same English 101 course at UCLA. I guess you'd call it a crush, but I was hesitant to act upon it, as she was three years older than I was. There were about 125 other people in the lecture hall, but we usually sat near each other and talked when we could. I had also helped her with a few term papers as the semester went on, and that included meetings at her place. She was a senior at the time, acquiring needed credits for her undergraduate degree. She'd mentioned that she was pre-med, but I'd been under the impression she was going into pediatrics. It was a major surprise, as I had no idea she had chosen psychiatry as a career. It had been about eight years, and I was delighted to see her, even considering the circumstances. "Danny! It's so good to see you! I hadn't looked at the client roster before I came in today," she said and smiled. "What are you doing in Birmingham?" She seemed to have an unspecified glow about her. "It's really nice to see you as well, Suzanne. I'm a writer these days. Short stories, novellas, and, umm... other things." I neglected to mention that my main source of income was from writing smut/porn/erotica under the pseudonym ''Dick Bigger''. "I live out in the country about 60 miles south of town. Dirt road, well water, lots of trees, deer in the back yard, the whole ten yards; a good place to write." I paused. "How 'bout yourself?" "I'm impressed, Danny. I do a little writing myself besides the technical drafts and such that I have to do for universities. I ended up in Birmingham because of a teaching job at University of Alabama that opened up, and I also have a burgeoning 'roving' practice, where I see clients all over Shelby County. So, what has it been, eight years or so?" "I believe so." I noticed that she was poring over the file my psychologist had prepared. I was kind of uneasy watching her read the file, for no other reason than I didn't know what it contained. We began talking, discussing both the past and present, and she explained why her name was no longer Barrett. Apparently, she'd married an older anatomy professor at the medical school she'd attended, and had stayed with him for almost seven years. She gave a few not-so-subtle indications that the relationship hadn't been satisfying either physically or emotionally. She was in the process of coming to closure on divorce proceedings that were for the most part cordial. "He's a wealthy older man, and I think he's grateful for the time we spent together," she told me. She gave the rather distinct impression that she wasn't financially hurting. "I began dying my hair blonde shortly after our marriage. It was something he'd requested, and I thought hair color wasn't all that big of a sacrifice. Besides," she said, "I'd always wanted to see how I'd look as a blonde." I would have told her she didn't look bad. Not bad at all. "Well, we've wasted enough time. Hypomanic, huh? Hypomania can be an indication of the onset of bipolar disorder. Do you think you're bipolar?" She had a serious expression on her face, although her blue-gray eyes sparkled. "I really don't know. I've done a little research on the 'Net after I was asked about the hypomania, and while I haven't exactly exhibited the more serious symptoms of manic depression, such as psychosis, a lot of what I saw in the descriptions of hypomania certainly apply to me.” I was trying to be honest. "And I can tell you this, Suzanne -- I'm scared shitless -- if you'll excuse my French." "That's perfectly reasonable, Danny. While we don't know if you have it or not, I can administer a screening that might help us get a clearer idea. Any objections?" "No, none whatsoever," I answered quietly. The fact was that I was really nervous about the evaluation. Very nervous. "Okay; has there ever been a period of time when you were not your usual self and felt so good or so hyper other people thought you were not your normal self? Or you were you ever so hyper that it got you into trouble?" "No, but I think I've been close." I paused, then asked, "And is it okay to call you Suzanne? I'm afraid I've been presumptuous." I watched her jot a quick note into her notebook. At the same time, I noticed that her breasts looked as good as they had in college. "No, Suzanne is fine. I remember those times when you helped me out with those papers in school. I consider you a friend." I thought back to the essay I'd helped her write on ''The Oxbow Incident''. "But tell me," she continued, "what do you mean by 'I've been close'?" "Well, you know -- not that I felt like shooting up a post office or anything -- but I would get 'all revved up', for lack of a better term." I watched as she made several prolonged notes on her pad. 'This isn't going well,' I thought. "Okay. Were you so irritable that you shouted at people or started fights or arguments?" She was reading from her notebook. "No... I'm still kinda laidback, Suzanne." And I think I really was. Living in a rural area tends to do that to one. I found myself thinking how sensuous her lips looked today. Always had, in fact. "Have you felt much more self-confident than usual?" she asked in a pleasing tone. It seemed as if she knew what my response was going to be. "Yeah... that's one of them. I just kinda thought I was being more cocky than usual." And that's how I really felt. She was looking at me, a passive expression on her face. Again with the note-taking. "You always were a little cocksure," she said, smiling. "Have you gotten much less sleep than usual and found you didn't really miss it?" She looked at me intently. She knew of my sleeping habits from college. "Guilty as charged," I said, looking into her face for some kind of an indication. Either way. "I probably sleep on the average of five or six hours a day. I thought it was merely my 'biological clock' running fast." I really did believe that. I'd been that way my entire life. That's why I thought nothing was wrong. At that, the psychiatrist entered several entries in her notebook before looking up at me. "Yeah, I remember those all-nighters you used to pull in college. That's not good -- as your doctor, I'd prefer you get at least eight hours per day -- I may prescribe some sleeping medication, like Ambien. How does that sound?" she asked rather cheerfully. Too cheerfully, considering the moment, I thought. "If you say so, Suzanne. You're the doctor, and I trust you more than I normally would any other physician." I hated the thought of using sleeping pills to regulate my sleep. I didn't like pills much. "I say so. Proper rest is important. Especially considering the fact you may be bipolar. Proper sleep can be a major factor in preventing manic episodes," she said, giving me a nervous glance. I was developing a very uneasy feeling. "Were you much more talkative, or did you speak faster than usual?" She was beginning to look at me in a different manner than she had earlier. Or maybe I was simply beginning to get paranoid. This wasn't going well at all. "Again, guilty as charged. I thought it was just my novel view on life. You know me, I've always been rather gregarious." I smiled impishly. "Is that bad?" I watched her make a few quick strokes in her notebook before she resumed. "Well, it's not necessarily bad in and of itself, but when a number of factors show themselves as positive, then we may have a problem." She had an ambiguous tone in her voice. I wondered who this ''we' was she was referring to. "Do thoughts race through your head -- do you have trouble slowing your mind down?" "I've had racing thoughts. Sure thing. Again, I thought they were just inherent to me. I thought it was simply the way I was." I really did. I had nothing to compare me or my thinking patterns to. She made a few hurried notations in her notebook. "Are you so easily distracted by things around you that you had trouble concentrating or staying on track?" She looked as if she already had a clue as to what I was going to say. At least that's how I read it. "Are you sure you've never read any of my stuff?" I joked. "Yes, I do have those problems, but I thought they were merely the plague of a 'scatterbrained writer'. I have to make extensive outlines of the stories I'm going to write to be sure I stay on track, because, quite frankly, I lack the discipline to tell a story without meandering needlessly all over the place." I heard the exasperated tone in my voice. "Perhaps I will. I'd like to read some of your stuff, Danny." She looked at me for an extended moment. "Have you had much more energy than usual?" She looked at me again like she knew what my response would be. This was getting uncomfortable. "That's me. To be honest, I thought that was my particular body type. I thought I was simply 'hyper'," I watched her scribbling into her pad, "and everyone else was just less so." "I'll agree with you on that point. When we were going to college, I actually thought you were doing methamphetamine or something when you were helping me with those term papers. You were going a mile a minute. Were you?" she asked quietly, almost as a second thought. "Nope. Never was much of a speed man. Makes you grind your teeth and smoke like it's going out of style." I was being honest, as I had no reason to lie. She looked at me and grinned winsomely. "This is off topic, so don't feel compelled to answer, but do you still use marijuana?" She'd used the word 'still' because she was aware of the fact I'd smoked reefer in college. If I recalled correctly, I had smoked a joint with her one night after we finished one of her papers for English 101. "What's it to you?" I joked, raising my voice in a mock offended manner. "Sure, I've been known to burn one occasionally. It helps me 'take the edge off', if you will, of my normal constitution. Umm, I guess this would be irrelevant as well, but do you still use marijuana?" I asked. I lowered my voice to a near whisper. "You're right -- it is irrelevant -- but I'll tell you anyway because I consider you a friend." She paused to look intently into my eyes. "Remember the joint we smoked after you helped me finish that paper on Orwell's '1984'?" She'd lowered her voice as if telling a secret. Seeing me nod in accordance, she giggled and smiled broadly. "That was the last time. And I was higher than the dickens," she told me, grinning in a child-like manner. Suzanne went on to ask more questions; covered risk-taking, problems with overspending and similar issues. We had already spent way past my allotted hour, but since my appointment was her final case of the day, she seemed to have some leeway. "There's a good chance you're manic-depressive, but with regular use of anti-manic medication, there's also a good chance we can prevent any severe episodes from occurring." She prescribed a small amount of Ambien for sleep, but held off prescribing Lithium for the time being, saying she'd like to observe me a little more before committing to it. Christ, I was frightened. "Now, don't take this personally, Danny, but I'm sorry, I can't really remain your doctor. I'll get another one assigned. She's really good. Her name is Dr. Huntsberry." She went on to explain that our prior relationship prevented her from remaining my psychiatrist. "Yeah, I was thinking something like that might come up. We could still talk to each other privately though, couldn't we?" I didn't want to sever the ties with the woman I had a crush on all those years. And still did. I looked at my watch. It was 7:15. She was studying my face closely, seeming to measure me. "Sure thing, Danny. Listen, umm... now that I'm not your doctor, would you care to join me for a little dinner?" she asked in a speculative manner. "I haven't eaten all day, and I thought you might make good company." She looked at me with a flirtatious smile on her face. "Hell, I'd be honored, Suzanne. Hell, I'll join you for a 'big' dinner." I grinned. "I'm fairly famished, myself." Perhaps the day might not turn out to be all bad after all, I thought. "And this will be nice... on the arm of a beautiful psychiatrist." I noted her blushing slightly when I said it. "You flirt, you," she said and laughed nervously. "Let me get my purse, and we'll go. Did you drive?" Seeing me nod she said, "Come with me. We'll swing by and get your truck after we eat." "After you, m'lady." I held my arm out, then followed her out the door, wondering what, if anything, she had in mind. As we walked to her car, I noticed the gray herringbone tweed jacket she wore. I thought it looked quite fetching, especially considering the camouflage fatigue jacket I was wearing. We walked to a dark-blue 1992 Camaro, and after she entered, she unlocked the passenger side, and I got in. "Have any preference? There are a bunch of CDs in that case." Suzanne pointed to a CD case in her back seat, then started her car and drove toward the freeway. I looked back over the seat, then sat back and relaxed. "No, that's okay. The radio will do just fine." I selected a familiar FM rock station. Elvin Bishop's "Fooled Around and Fell in Love" was just beginning to play. Maybe it was the temperature in the car, but I suddenly became aware of the enticing perfume Suzanne was wearing. "So, what have you been doing since you left UCLA? And why haven't you married? Seems a handsome charmer like yourself would have been snatched up long ago," she asked with a appealing smile. "As far as the marriage thing goes, don't you remember the line I had when we were at school? The 'neither The Church nor State has any business in any relationship of mine' thing? I stuck by it," I said with a chortle. "Oh yeah... your 'radical' line." She smirked and smiled broadly. "So, what have you really been doing since you left school?" "Oh that. Sorry. I've been writing a bit," I said, still not ready to divulge I was ''Dick Bigger''. Not at the moment anyway. "Stories." "Great. I do a little writing myself, you know." She looked over at me quickly as we continued down the highway. "I'd like to see what you're writing. If I recall correctly, I'd turned you into a pretty fine writer when we were at school. You were hurling adverbs and flowery adjectives around like there was no tomorrow.” "You never know, Danny. You just might get to see some of it... soon," she said rather mysteriously. I wondered what she meant. We arrived at the restaurant, and she pulled in and parked. "After you, m'lady," I said with a grin as I held the door open for her. "Fresh!" she said, smiling as we entered the eatery. "Thank you, Danny. You always were the polite one." We sat at a corner table and talked about our days at the university as we dined on pork ribs, slaw, and beans. We fondly remembered our time we spent writing those papers, and talked and laughed about college days. There was a pleasant intellectual foreplay taking place. I found myself recalling why I'd had a crush on her as I looked into her attractive face. Beside her cute nose and piercing-green eyes, she had very sensuous-looking full lips. I think she may have noticed me glancing at them as we were speaking. We finished our meals, and afterward she had a vodka martini while I had an imported beer. As Suzanne gazed across the table into my unsuspecting eyes, her foot found a resting place between my legs, and brushed lightly along my length. My length, indeed! I responded in an instant. She flashed a seductive smile and winked at me as the waiter brought our check. Another Chance at Love "I'll get this. For all of those papers you helped me write. You helped me get a good grade in the class. I don't believe I've properly thanked you." She smiled temptingly as she picked up the check. She found her credit card and handed it to the waiter who took it to the register. "Let me at least pick up the tip." I left it on the table as the waiter appeared with her card. "And thank you, Suzanne. I've had a wonderful time." I was still reeling from her unexpected graze of my crotch. There was a growing bulge in my pants. We departed the restaurant, and while walking side by side to her car, I felt her hand come to rest on my lower back. I turned to face her, and she caught me by surprise by quickly pulling my face to hers. It was a passionate kiss. I parted my lips slightly, and her tongue met mine, dancing frantically in my mouth as my hands rested on her rounded hips. We paused the kiss, looking intently into each other's eyes. She grabbed my hand and led me to her car. I was taken aback, not knowing what to say, and planned on keeping my mouth shut in fear of spoiling the moment. "I suppose you'd like an explanation." She looked me in the eyes as she started her car. "It's up to you, Suzanne. I'll accept the kiss for what it was. It was nice. I've wanted to kiss you since we were in English class." We left the parking lot and pulled into traffic. She seemed to be heading in a different direction than we came in. Suzanne glanced at me and actually blushed. "You too? Danny, you don't know how much I'd wanted to kiss you when you were helping me with those papers. You helped me immensely in that class. I doubt if I'd have gotten into a reputable medical school without that grade you helped me get. And I appreciated it. But at the time, I was paired with that dork football player, and if I recall correctly," she said, "you were doinking the waif-like girl with the unnatural-looking blonde hair from Oregon." That required a response. "Not only that, but I was kind of intimidated by the fact you were a senior and I was a mere freshman. Not to mention you were beautiful, popular, and sought after by all of the BMOCs." I looked to see an unexplainable smile on her face. "But Marilyn's hair was natural - I confirmed it." I couldn't help my grin. I knew she was aware that I was referring to the female student from Oregon. I noted the upscale neighborhood we were entering. "Hmmm... 'BMOC', huh? I haven't heard that term in ages. I remember it well --Big Man On Campus. Let me tell you, Danny... most of those frat guys and jocks were dickweeds." She erupted in soft laughter, delighting me with her use of the term 'dickweed'. "Sure, there were exceptions, but that's just what they were -- exceptions, rather than the rule." "Ummm... where are we headed, Suzanne? I don't seem to remember this neighborhood on the way here." "We're going to my place, Danny. We have a bit of catching up to do. You don't have any objections, do you?" She flashed the same sexy smile she'd displayed in the restaurant. "Let me out here!" I kidded, raising my voice in imitated anger. "No objections at all, my dear. You're right; we do have a lot of catching up to do. I think I'd like to kiss you again as well." "Oh, that can probably be arranged," she told me, giggling softly. She pulled into a long driveway of an expensive-looking house. "Here we are, babe," She delighted me in her choice of endearing terms. We both got out, and as we did, we exchanged nervous yet desirous glances before heading to her door. The house was pretty impressive, a two or three bedroom one-story rancher, and was done in red brick. We made it to her door on a walkway of flat stones. She produced a key to let us in. The front room was striking. There were original lithographs of several well-known artists hanging on her walls. It was furnished in a somewhat modest but appealing fashion. There were several tasteful Asian rugs throughout the area; a nice personal computer and a laser printer in what seemed to be her office. The PC was on, the screensaver going through its rotations. "Have a seat, Danny. I'll be right with you," Suzanne purred, and disappeared down a hallway. I viewed her superb derriere as she swayed down the hallway. I thought about how I'd like to see that ass. Without pants. The 'little head' was thinking again. I took off my fatigue jacket and draped it over a chair. "Nice place, Suzanne. You've done quite well for yourself. Quite well indeed." She emerged from the hallway as I sat back on her stylish couch. She'd changed into a very washed-out pair of cut-off blue jeans, cut short enough that I could see the white cotton pockets hanging beneath frayed denim, and a plain white t-shirt. Her perky nipples made their presence known, jutting through the thin material. She was barefooted. "I wanted to get out of that skirt and that stiff Oxford shirt. I hope I haven't offended you," she said with a sly smile as she sat next to me. "And thank you. Like I said, it was a generous settlement." "Quite generous, it appears. Ummm, no... I think offended is the last thing I'd be," I told her with a smile, glancing at her attractive frame. "Hell, I've wanted to get you out of that skirt and Oxford shirt for a while now," I kidded. I looked and saw her smiling. "May I kiss you now?" I asked her, hoping I'd read the moment correctly. "Certainly. I'd be upset if you didn't." It was a flirtatious glance, and she stared into my eyes with a look of desire. "I wouldn't want to upset you now, would I?" I asked facetiously. I leaned in close, maintaining eye contact, pulling her to me as I brought my lips to hers. Suzanne closed her eyes and parted her lips, inviting my tongue into her mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me tightly. Her tongue met mine, and they swirled in our mouths. I felt her firm breasts pressing into my chest. Her hand lightly caressed my back, and we gradually eased away from each other. "Wow. That was nice. It's a shame we hadn't done that sooner," she said softly, looking up into my eyes. "Yes, it was... but it was worth the wait," I said smiling. I ran my fingers through her silky hair. "Well worth it." I kissed her again, holding her face in my hands as I traced the outline of her lips with my tongue, then met her tongue in her mouth. She sucked softly on my tongue as it darted around her mouth. I looked into her brilliant-green eyes and saw in them the intimation of a smile. "C'mon, Danny. I want to show you something." She grabbed my hand, leading me toward the hallway. I was looking at her nicely-rounded ass, thinking about how it was going to look in the bedroom, but she stopped by her PC, and I almost bumped into her. She clicked on her browser’s icon, got online, then selected the alt.sex.stories.moderated newsgroup. My stories were in a.s.s.m. She clicked on a file and brought it up to the screen: "Thank you, Danny," she tells him as she puts her hands behind his neck, and as she moved to kiss him, adds, "I appreciate it", and pressed her lips to his, and softly insinuated her warm tongue into his mouth until their tongues twirled sensually together. She stood upright, and taking him by the hand, led him wordlessly to her bed. They sat arm and arm on the edge of the bed, kissing passionately as their hands slowly explored each other's bodies. He felt her dainty fingers journeying over the growing bulge in his pants, and he slowly moved his hands up and down her sides until coming to rest on her firm breasts, and her fingers deftly unfastened the button on his jeans.' "Alyssa D'Angelica. She's pretty good. She has a sensuous way of putting text to keyboard, if you will." I was speaking honestly, being familiar with her work in the newsgroups and at ASTTR. "Nice name she uses in the story as well." I grinned widely. "I'm glad you think so, Danny... you're looking at her." She was looking at me demurely, a seductive grin on her face. "Really? No shit? You're 'Alyssa D'Angelica', huh? Cool. I've always liked your stuff... her stuff... well, you know what I mean. I taught you well, didn't I?" I asked with a sly smile. I considered the many ramifications of her admission. Alyssa D'Angelica had quite an erotic way of thinking. "You really did, Danny. You taught me the value of proper word choice. You turned me on to the whole concept of outlines. You helped me with writing immensely." She smiled at me with a sexy grin. "My pleasure, Suzanne. I knew you had potential. That's why I worked with you so closely. Not to mention that you were a fox... although I just did," I said with a grin, noting her redden slightly. "Here. Click on that guy 'Bigger' there." "Dick Bigger? He's one of the most popular erotica writers on the Internet. A rather peculiar choice of pseudonym in my opinion, but I would be surprised if he isn't published somewhere," she said, and clicked on a story named 'Rendezvous'. "This is a good story, Danny; I'd love to meet the guy who wrote it," she said, pausing to read the file out loud. "She was still sucking on my neck with inspired fervor as I lazily ran my finger along the glistening lips of her dewy slit, and I knew then I had to taste her. I gently dipped a finger into her tight quim, and she stopped sucking on my neck to gasp softly. Looking into her exuberant face, I brought my finger to my lips, tasting her piquant juices, and she paid deliberate attention to me licking her juices with enthusiasm. I returned my hand to where her legs met her body, and slowly ran my finger up along the length of her puffy lips, avoiding her erect clit purposely." When she paused, I spoke up. "You're looking at him. Pleased to meet you, Ms. D'Angelica," I replied with a grin, revealing my 'clever' pseudonym. "Wow! I've kissed Dick Bigger! I thought I remembered someone who threw around the term 'piquant'. I mean it, Danny. It brought you to mind," she said, grinning at me. "Piquant is a rather elitist term, don't you think?" "And I've kissed Alyssa D'Angelica -- and I've always wanted to do that. Yeah, 'piquant' is beyond most vocabularies. At least I didn't use 'lubricious'. But sometimes it just 'fits', if you know what I mean... let 'em look it up. For instance, I'd go so far as to wager that you're somewhat piquant," I said, smiling at her, surprised at my frankness. "I really wouldn't know, but if you play your cards right, you might be able to observe first hand.” "Deal them cards," I said grinning, smiling at her captivating face. "No hurry, I'll find out soon enough," I added facetiously. "Oh, will you now?" Suzanne, with a smile, stepped toward me and kissed me, softly pressing tender lips to mine at first, then with a mounting passion, sliding her tongue into the recesses of my mouth. She placed her hands on my hips, her head beside mine and whispered into my ear, "Come with me, Danny. We have a lot of lost time to make up for." Breathlessly, Suzanne took my hand in her own, and led me toward her bedroom. I followed silently, guiding my arm around her petite waist. When we reached the door of her bedroom, she paused to look me in the eyes, kissed me softly, and whispered ''right this way, lover'', and again I was exhilarated by her choice of terms. As we entered the room I noted a faint odor of frankincense. The room was almost dominated by a massive four-poster bed. There was yet another large Asian rug with intricate patterns etched into it at the foot of the bed. I looked into the large mirror on her bedroom wall. Her reflection was gazing back at me with a certain warmth. We moved without words to opposite sides of the bed, and as she turned back the ornately decorated covers, I reached over and brushed a few strands of hair from her face. After I slipped out of my running shoes, we eased onto the bed. She looked over at me to say something. "I guess it's a pretty good thing I'm not your doctor anymore," she said, a soft smile at her lips. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me toward her petite body, and I moved to press my lips to hers. Her soft full lips separated slightly, allowed my tongue to enthusiastically mingle with hers as I placed my hands on her softly rounded hips. She tugged my t-shirt from my pants, pulled it up over my head as I raised my arms, and then her hand went to the button on my jeans. As she maneuvered the buttons free, she paused a moment while I pulled her shirt off, revealing firm breasts. They were just as I'd imagined them many times before -- perky, 'sparing' -- as in not too big, not too small, her erect nipples jutting out proudly. I pulled her tightly to me as we engaged in a lusty kiss and relished the sensation of pointed nipples pressing against my chest. She gently pushed me onto my back, put her fingers into the waistband of my pants as I lifted my hips. She eased the jeans from my body. My hardened shaft rose from my body proudly, and she looked up into my eyes and smiled quietly. I stole a glance at her elegant breasts as she pursed her lips and slowly kissed her way down my body, descending to my hardened shaft. She very deliberately licked the drop of pre-cum off the bloated head, then eased me into her warm mouth. She teased me with her tongue for several moments, then slowly worked her lips up and down my stiff member, looking into my eyes as she did. I entwined my hands in her hair, guiding her motions as she bobbed her head up and down at an increased speed. She continued her movements, looking into my face as she took me deeper into her mouth, and I thought I saw the hint of a smile in her eyes. I felt that familiar feeling in the core of my being, then erupted into her eager mouth, and she hungrily swallowed each thick warm shot. Keeping eyes on mine, Suzanne slowly climbed my body and hesitantly kissed me, inserting her tongue into my mouth and swirling it wildly. Returning her kiss with passion, I sucked gently on her tongue, then moved to her lithe neck, planting soft kisses there. After spending some time kissing and sucking on her sensitive neck, I proceeded to her sloped shoulder, tonguing and licking the supple flesh. I moved down to take an excited nipple into my mouth, licked it tenderly, moved to the other one, taking my time as I kissed my way down her flattened tummy. Kissing my way along the soft flesh of her belly, I eased her cut-offs from slightly rounded hips and became conscious of her sensual aroma as I neared her frilly panties. I hooked my fingers into her sexy underpants and eased them slowly from her slender legs, aware of her fingers in my hair urging me ahead. Tenderly touching a pointed tongue to her sex, I slowly brought it up vertically along the length and slid my tongue deeply into her welcoming fleshy slit. Her hands played gently with my hair, spurring me on. My aroused cock was jutting into my stomach, pulsing into my skin, and I licked and sucked upon her soaked womanly folds, thrusting rhythmically into her with my tongue. Licking and nibbling at the swollen lips of her distended labia, I drove my tongue into her depths, savoring the taste of her essence. I moved at a slow pace to her proud sensitive clit, and lightly bathed it with a flippant tongue, then sucked on it ever so tenderly. Stealing a glimpse of her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow as I tenderly licked her proud nub, I raised her legs onto my shoulders and cupped her firm ass in my hands. Suddenly, her hands clutched my hair tightly as she emitted a high-pitched squeal. Toned legs tightened around my head for several moments, gradually relaxing as she came down from her crest. Suzanne slowly raised her head with a serene smile, then spread her legs and pulled me on top. Easing my stiff shaft deeply inside her exquisitely tight pussy, I felt her vaginal walls adjust as I filled her completely. She closed her eyes as I moved within her, and I began a moderate pace as she placed her hands on my ass, pulling me deeply inside of her. I moved to kiss and suck lightly on her neck, and she initiated a soft bucking motion matching mine. I slid my throbbing cock in and out of her receptive wet cunt for what seemed like an eternity, and she opened her eyes and smiled at me as I did. Just as I was feeling that familiar feeling in my swollen balls, she murmured into my ear, "Yes! Fuck me, Danny! Fuck me harder!" Her hands on my ass pulled me deeply into her, and I looked into her pretty green eyes as I released a heavy load of warm pearly cum into her womb. I kissed her with a passionate hunger, our tongues engaging lovingly as I did. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke the following morning to a cup of strong black coffee that Suzanne thoughtfully chose to bring me. I noted how good she looked without make-up. Wearing a fairly short sheer negligee, she slid into bed beside me. I kissed her tenderly on those soft lips, then quickly excused myself as I climbed out of bed to relieve my bladder. I washed my face and hands, then brushed my teeth with Suzanne's toothbrush. After what we'd just done the night before I reasoned that she wouldn't mind. I returned to the expansive bedroom to find her still in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. "Umm, don't you have to go in today, Suzanne?" I asked, looking at the clock on her nightstand. It was 9:45. "I don't have anything scheduled until noon, Danny. Come to bed. I think we should 'talk'. A sly smile was on her pretty face. She patted the side of the bed softly with her hand. I slid in beside her and felt her warm skin pressed against me. "Umm, Suzanne, do you think we should do some research for that upcoming collaboration of Dick Bigger and Alyssa D'Angelica? I bet it would be pretty hot. Maybe we could post it as Dick D'Angelica or Alyssa Bigger," I said, grinning as I did. We discussed my idea of co-authoring a piece of erotica. I had always wanted to write with someone of the feminine persuasion. Seemed to me that it would make that story that much more "real". "That would be a good idea," she said , slowly kissing her way down my chest, "and research just might be fun." She looked up at me and smiled softly for a moment before attacking my now-erect nipples with warm lips and magic tongue. She continued very slowly across my stomach, occasionally glancing up at me, a shy smile on her face. When she reached my half-erect length, she took me in her mouth, lazily running her tongue around the sensitive crown of my shaft. She bobbed her head up and down very slowly along my swollen length, and I quickly achieved full hardness. Suzanne swept the hair from her eyes, looked at me intently, then moved up to kiss me. With need in her sparkling green eyes, she gently positioned my throbbing shaft at the entrance of her overflowing wetness, rubbing the bloated head very deliberately along the length of her tight slit. Her wet pussy swallowed my length as she slowly lowered herself down. I took her firm breasts in my hands as she began to move up and down along my hard cock. I placed her softly rounded hips in my hands, and a soft smile crossed her face. "That's right, babe -- fuck me, Suzanne -- fuck me!" I hissed as she rode me like a woman possessed, arms flailing to keep her balance as I thrust upward into her, holding on to her well-shaped ass. She bounced enthusiastically upon my swollen rod, looking at me with a serene smile on soft full lips. She leaned forward to press her lips to mine, erect nipples grazing across my chest. Breath quickening, she thrust her tongue into my mouth, swirling it around as I felt the cum rising in my balls. I erupted inside of her, sending rivulets of warm seed into her womb. As I did, she thrust herself down hard upon me, seductively wiggling her lovely hips as a beatific smile came upon her face. With a deep satisfied gasp, she collapsed into my waiting arms and we kissed lovingly. Another Chance at Love A half hour later she got up to get ready for her half day in the clinic. I got dressed and drank another cup of coffee. 'Damn good java', I thought to myself. She came out of her room dressed in jeans and a purple t-shirt. ''Casual Day at the office," she explained with a grin. After she collected her things, she made her way to the door. "This isn't over, Danny. I still have some issues with you." It was a fleeting grin. "C'mon, let's go. I'll get you back to your truck." We drove to her office, and she pulled in next to my '52 Chevy pick-up. Okay, it was rather beat-up and it was painted all primer-gray, but I liked it. It had sort of a nostalgic feel to it, with its oversized steering wheel and ancient AM radio. My blue-tick coon hound Elvis looked rather picturesque when he was in the bed of the truck as well. "Ain't nothin' but a hound dog". Get it? "Danny, it's been... real," she said smiling. She handed me her card with her home number written on the back. "Give me a call. Soon. I think we have some out-patient therapy to discuss." She flashed a attractive smile. "I have to get to the office. You take care, Mr. Bigger." She kissed me hungrily, swirling her tongue in my mouth. "Let's do it again soon. Real soon. Call me." "Sure thing, Suzanne... I mean, Ms. D'Angelica," I smiled. "I'll get dinner next time. Take care of yourself." I watched her strut gracefully toward the door of the clinic. Definitely. Real soon, I thought as I started my truck. Real soon. Another Chance "I befriended a man in prison. They called him Killer; he told me he would help me get an early release. He also told me he had a daughter he loved named Angie and that she was a lawyer. I was wondering if that beautiful daughter he talked about was you." My new lawyer eyes were glistering. She looked at me eye to eye and said, "Yes, Killer ... I mean, Dave ... my father's name is Dave and he asked me to look into your case. He has never asked me to do that before so he must have really liked you. I was surprised when he asked but I would do anything for my father." "A.J., can I call you Angie? I know we just met and you are my lawyer but you are way too pretty for me to call you A.J. and I sure don't want to call you Ms. Brady. What does A.J. stand for anyway?" "Anjolina Juanita Brady is the name I go by. Now you know why I chose A.J. Look, Ray, we have a number of things we need to talk over..." "Would you have lunch with me?" I asked. "Ray, I don't date clients." "This isn't a date; it's lunch. I have to go to work in a couple of hours and I need to eat. If you don't want to call it a date, then you can pay for it and call it a business meeting. You do take clients to lunch once in awhile, don't you?" Angie was smiling and her big dimples were showing. "No wonder Dad liked you. Yes, I do take clients to lunch and I do eat. Let me tell Mary we will be leaving and then we can go to lunch." I watched her get up. She was a very nice looking woman. She had looks and a personality; that was something you don't often find in an attorney. We headed out to lunch and went to a really nice quiet restaurant. After ordering lunch she explained to me about seeing my parole officer. She told me he was a pretty decent guy but I would have to follow the rules and not to get into trouble. I was to meet with him twice a month for a couple of months and then once a month for the rest of the year. "Angie, you know everything there is about me. Are you going to tell me anything about yourself?" "Ray, I don't think it would be appropriate to talk to you about my personal life." "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I love to see your dimples when you smile." "Ray, please, I told you I don't date clients, but thank you for the compliments." She couldn't help turning a bit red. "Tell me about your law degree, that's business. I have a right to know that as a client." She was trying to hold back a smile. "Okay, Ray, I have a law degree that I received from the University on a scholarship. I've been an attorney for a few years now. My specialty is in criminal law." Our lunch arrived and we began eating. I couldn't help myself; my thoughts were all about Angie. "Will I see you again, Angie?" "As a matter of fact you have to come back next week to fill out the papers that you get from your parole officer." "Can we do lunch again? I'll even buy." I could tell she was softening up a little. "Okay, but it's a lunch to discuss business only." She couldn't help smiling. After lunch we went back to the office. When she held out her hand to say goodbye, I just held hers in both of my hands for a few seconds. I had to wonder what she was thinking. I hoped she wasn't thinking I was some kind of kook. We said our goodbyes and I told her I was already looking forward to lunch next week. Her receptionist glanced at her and smiled. I guess clients didn't approach their lawyers like this too often. But again most lawyers didn't look like Angie. I started back to work and it really felt great. In no time at all I was doing my job. I guess it's like riding a bike. Just get back on and start riding. Most of the guys I used to work with were still there. It's as though they had a newfound respect for me. No one messed with me. The next two Mondays in a row I had an appointment with Angie. She tried to keep it business but I wanted to know more about her. The fourth week we were together she told me we were done with our business transactions. "Are you still my attorney?" I asked. "Why of course, if you ever have a problem all you need to do is call me," she said. "Angie, I'm afraid I have to fire you. I'm so sorry." "What? Fire me, in God's name what has gotten into you. I helped you get out of prison and I haven't charged you anything and you want to fire me?" "Yes, you said you won't date your clients and I want a real date with you. I want to take you out for a real dinner and maybe dancing. I want to really get to know you. I know I'm an ex-con and a factory worker, but I want to get to know you better. I think you feel the same about me too because the last three weeks I could have phoned in the information you asked for. I think you want to see me also." "Ray, I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. Yes, I'm slightly attracted to you, but..." "It's the ex-con and the factory worker thing, isn't it? You don't think we should be together." "No, no, that's not it at all. You are my client, I'm your attorney. What will people think?" "Who cares! Just go out with me once. If you don't have a good time, then you'll know not to go again. Follow your heart; go out with me Saturday night. Look, I know I'm freshly out of prison and have been locked up for awhile. I don't know where this is going but I'm willing to give it a chance." "Oh, God, I know I shouldn't do this but I'll go once. I'll tell you right now, don't try to get me to sleep with you. Oh, God, I can't believe I said that," replied Angie. We went out that Saturday. I borrowed my sister's car. I didn't want to take Angie out in my old truck. She had given me her address and it was a town house. I knocked on her door and when she answered I saw the most gorgeous woman. I know all men see women differently. In my eyes she looked stunning, yet pretty. I wanted to grab her and hold her right then and there. I knew I had to be a gentleman but it was going to be hard. We went to a fancy restaurant and ordered wine and then dinner. We decided to talk a little after dinner while listening to the music. "Angie, tell me about yourself. Where did you grow up? You must have been married because your last name is different than your dad's. Please tell me about yourself. You know my life like a book." "Ray, my dad and mom didn't get along really well. Of course, you know the outcome. Dad's been in prison for fourteen years now. My brother and sister and I were raised by our aunts and uncles. I'm the youngest and I was fourteen when all this took place. It was really hard on all of us. My brother and sister haven't really forgiven Dad. They love him but they just can't forgive him. "I knew Mom was cheating on him and I told him about it. I confronted Mom but she told me I was just a kid and didn't know what I was talking about. She told me someday I might really learn about life. That's when I mentioned it to Dad. Two weeks later is when he caught her with another man. I partially blame myself. If I would have kept quiet then it might not have happened." "Angie, you don't know that. You aren't responsible for your mom's death or your dad's incarceration. They were adults and you were a kid trying to do the right thing." "After dad was incarcerated, I decided I was going to go to college and try and become a lawyer and maybe I could help my dad get a lighter sentence. It's the reason I chose criminal law. Of course there wasn't much wiggle room in Dad's case. He was a brilliant lawyer himself and told me how proud he was of me but there wasn't much I could do to help him." "Were you married before or is it none of my business?" I asked Angie. "Both. I was married for a short time and it isn't any of your business." She smiled at me when she told me that. "Ray, can we talk about this another time? I don't want to put a downer on this evening. I'm having a nice time with you." "Would you like to dance? I have two left feet but it will give me a chance to hold you." We got up and I asked the band if they would play a few slow numbers in a row. I took Angie in my arms and we danced. I held her close and smelled the scent in her hair. "Ray, you should know that I don't date much. Because of the people I deal with, I have a rather large distrust of men. I'm just trying to be honest with you. If my dad wouldn't have sent you to me, I probably wouldn't be here tonight." "I'm going to send your dad an extra carton of cigarettes. Angie, you're the nicest thing that has ever come my way. I'll do whatever it takes to get you to trust me. If I overstep my bounds, just tell me and I'll pull back." When I took her home that night, I kissed her at the door. Afterwards she just stared at me. She leaned forward and kissed me again. "Can I come in, Angie?" "No, Ray, too fast, too soon, not tonight." "Will you see me again, say next Saturday?" "That might be a possibility. Call me around Thursday." I went home a very happy man. We did go out the following Saturday and the Saturday after that. She told me more about herself. "Ray, I want you to know more about me if we are going to keep seeing each other. I'm not going to hide anything from you. I'm not made that way. As I told you, I was married before. It was during my first year of college. This guy and I thought we loved each other and of course made love. I got pregnant and we decided to get married. "We got a Justice of the Peace and he married us. We soon both knew that our marriage wasn't working out. We were too young. I had a miscarriage and my husband and I talked it over and knew we had made a mistake and got a divorce. I kept the last name Brady because my dad said I should so it would distance me from his last name of Miller. Of course that was my maiden name." I felt so good that she was finally confiding in me. She asked me about my kids and I told her that they wanted to meet her. I mentioned that I had talked about her to them and my daughter kept asking to meet her. "Angie, would you like to meet my sister and my two kids? We are having a family barbeque and you're invited. It will be a week from Saturday." I knew this would be a giant step for us if she agreed to come. Meeting my family was the first step in us becoming closer. She was looking everywhere but at me. I knew she knew this was a big step. She took a very deep breath and then looked me in the eyes. She then leaned forward and kissed me. This was the first time she had ever kissed me first like this. As she backed away she took another deep breath. "Okay, Ray, count me in. What do you want me to bring?" I had no idea what women did at these cookouts. I told her I would have Amy call her. When I told Amy about Angie coming to the family cookout, the number of family members who were coming to the cookout increased. They all wanted to meet the new lady in my life. My mom and dad were coming as well as some cousins and aunts and uncles. Angie did say she would make potato salad. I remember Amy telling me how sweet Angie sounded when she called her. I think she was hoping that something might happen between us. I knew I did. I stopped by Deb's house every other weekend to pick up my kids. I would take them over to Amy's or we would go out somewhere. It was fun being with them. I did question them about their mother but always tried to do it in a nice way. Kyle told me that their mom had gone out with a man. It bothered me at first until Kayla told me it was a school teacher. His name was Pat and he taught health class and was a soccer coach. I did ask Deb about him and she said, "I told you I'm trying to turn my life around. Pat's a nice guy. His wife died of leukemia two years ago. He moved here to start over. He has a fifteen year old daughter and Kyle and Kayla like her." "One thing I want to tell you, Deb. Your lying and cheating ruined it between us. If you care for this man, treat him right and above all be honest with him. Don't mess it up like you did between us." "Pat likes our kids and treats them good. He knows about you and understands that you're their father. I hope it works out for us. I hope I didn't ruin it for you and all women. You are a good man, Ray, and I know you'll find the right woman. I'm just sorry for all the hurt I caused you." I said my goodbyes and drove home. I had found a small apartment about a mile from where Deb and the kids live. I found one with two bedrooms so the kids would have a place to stay when they are with me. I still stop by Amy's a couple of times a week, usually to eat but I like visiting with them also. When the day of the barbecue came, I was a nervous mess. I was standing out in the street waiting for Angie to show up. I felt so relieved when her car pulled up. She smiled at me and handed me a bowl. "Potato salad and you better eat some," she smiled at me. She looked beautiful. I don't think she could look bad in my eyes. I just felt so good when I was around her. I knew I was falling in love with her even though we never did any more than kiss. Some things you just know. I was just hoping she had some feelings for me too. I introduced her to everyone as a good friend of mine. When I introduced her to Mom and Dad, she smiled and gave them each a hug. Dad said right in front of her, "Don't let this one go, Ray. We already love her and don't even know her." Angie looked at me and just smiled. I took that as a positive feedback. When I introduced her to Amy, they both looked at me. "Ray, I never told you but I met your sister when I was interviewing people for your early release. I didn't tell you because the subject never came up till now. I had no idea that we would become friends. I told you I would never lie to you. That's why I'm telling you now. Amy and I have not talked since the parole interview until she called me about the potato salad." "Is there anyone else you talked to that I should know about?" "Yes, Deb, your ex-wife, Sue and, of course, Bob. I did talk to your boss at work to make sure you would have a job. The people who witnessed the bar fight and, of course, the police who arrested you. I did it all in the capacity of being your attorney. I had no idea that I would be falling for you. After all, I had never met you. I'm sorry for not disclosing all this to you but I really wasn't supposed to tell you all this. You were my client and I needed to find out the truth before I could be behind you. If you want me to leave, please tell me and I will go." "Go? Leave? You just told me that you were falling for me, that's all I heard." I grabbed her and kissed her, then put my arm around her and introduced her to the rest of the family. I told Angie that I would be back in a few minutes. I had to go get my kids. They were dying to meet her. When I got back Kayla walked up and introduced herself to Angie. "Hi there. I'm Kayla. Are you daddy's girlfriend? You sure are pretty, just like daddy said." "Hi, Kayla. You can call me Angie or A.J. You are a very pretty girl yourself. It's so nice to meet you." Kayla said, "Come over and meet my big brother. He's ten and afraid of girls. Kyle, this is A.J., Daddy's friend." I watched Kyle shake Angie's hand. She knelt down so she could talk to the kids on their level. I could tell by the three of them talking that they were going to be friends. I went over and joined them. "We like her, Daddy; she's so pretty and nice," Kyle, who wasn't exactly a talker, said to me. Again, Angie just looked at me and smiled. The barbecue was great. Toward the end of the evening, I was talking with Angie when Kyle and Kayla came up to us. "Dad, you know how you said we were going to the amusement park in two weeks? Can Angie come with us? That way when me and Kayla are riding rides you will have someone to talk to." I tried to explain to Kyle that he should ask stuff like that in private. Maybe Angie had other plans or doesn't like amusement parks. He looked at Angie and apologized to her. "I'm sorry, Angie; I didn't know you didn't like amusement parks." Angie started to laugh. She knelt down and said to Kyle. "Honey, what your dad means is that you should ask him questions like that in private, before asking me. As far as amusement parks go, I love them and I would love to go if it's alright with your dad. Maybe you and I can ride the roller coaster together." Needless to say we all went to the amusement park and the kids rode everything they could. Angie kept her promise to Kyle and rode the roller coaster with him. She also rode the Ferris Wheel with Kayla. On the way home Kayla said to me. "Dad, you have to buy a car instead of your truck. You can't expect Angie to use her car all the time because we can't all fit in your truck." It made both Angie and me start laughing, but the girl did have a point. I didn't get to see much of Angie in the next couple of weeks. I had to work a couple of weekends and she was busy in court. We did talk a couple of times on the phone, but it just wasn't the same. I picked up the kids one Saturday and we decided to go to Chucky Cheese. It was a pizza joint for kids. Besides the pizza they had all kind of games where you win tokens and get little prizes. We were at the house when Kayla asked me if she could call Angie and ask her to come with us. I didn't want to disappoint her so I said I would give Angie a call. I called, "Angie, it's Ray. Kayla asked me to give you a call. What are you doing this evening?" "Oh, hi, Ray. I was going out with a few friends. Why?" "Nothing. Have a nice time." "Ray, you said Kayla wanted to ask me something. Please hand her the phone." "It's nothing, Angie..." "Yes, it's something. Please hand Kayla the phone." I could only hear one side of the conversation. "Hi, Angie. Dad is going to take me and Kyle to Chucky Cheese for pizza and games. We wanted to know if you wanted to come with us. ...yeah ... ok, I'll tell him,... we miss you too. ...okay, bye." I felt sorry for Kayla. "I'm sorry, Honey, but she already had plans." "What do you mean, Daddy? She said she would be here in half an hour. She told me to tell you about getting a car so she doesn't have to use her car all the time. Oh, yeah, Dad, she said she misses us." That evening after we got back from the pizza place, where the kids each won half a dozen stuffed animals thanks to Angie and her game skills, I dropped the kids off at their mom's house. Angie told me it was about time we got to know each other more intimately. We went to my apartment and sat on the couch. "Angie, you do know that I love you, don't you?" "I wouldn't be here right now if I thought anything else. I want you to make love to me. It's been a long time since I trusted any man. All I ask is that you be caring and gentle. I don't want to be used; I want to be made love to." We started on the couch and made our way into the bedroom. We did everything we wanted from me massaging her feet to licking whipped cream off her belly, and everything in between. We spent half the night caressing, massaging, and making love. I actually felt best when I could hold her after making love to her. It was so nice to cuddle and hold her close; it had been so long since I had done that. She ended up spending the whole night. I got up before her and made us some French toast. She came out of the bedroom in one of my t-shirts. "That shirt never had it so good," I said to her. I couldn't believe she looked great even in the morning. She took a quick shower and we sat down and talked. "Angie, what's next for us? You know I love you and my kids love you and all my family loves you." "What do you want to happen next, Ray? There I go talking like a lawyer. We've only known each other for a few months and made love for the first time last night." Another Chance "I know it's only been a few months but I want you in my life everyday. If we haven't made love enough, we can go back in the bedroom and spend the day there." Angie had to smile at that remark. "Angie, I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Angie had tears in her eyes. "Ray, so you know, I don't take love lightly. I made a mistake once like I told you. Yes, I'll marry you. I want you to know that I will always be there for you and the kids. I know what you went through in your first marriage. I will always be honest with you and will never cheat on you. I will expect the same from you." She came to me and kissed me very passionately. "Honey, what's the matter? You look happy but yet sad," I asked her. "It's my thoughts about my dad and how happy I think he'll be. Most young girls think about that special wedding day. How they would dress in their white gown and be walked down the aisle by their father and given to their husband. I know that will never happen with me and it makes me sad." She was crying lightly. "My dad didn't even know that I was getting married last time. By the time I had written to him I had a miscarriage and was on my way to a divorce. I'm sorry Ray, I shouldn't be thinking about that now. After all, I'll be marrying a man my dad approves of and whom I've been in love with since I first met him." "What? You loved me from the beginning. I wanted you from the first time I saw you, but I know you knew that." She gave me a sweet smile and asked me when I wanted to tie the knot. I told her that any arrangements would be on her terms. We both agreed it would be as soon as possible. I asked her if I could start telling everyone and she told me she was going to so all we needed was the date. We decided it would be in two months. I was on Cloud Nine for the next few days. I told Amy and her husband Kenny. They were both very happy for us. I had to tell the kids. I called over to their house and had them both get on extensions so I could tell them at the same time. They were both screaming how happy they were and how much they liked Angie. I told them it would be in a couple of months but I wanted them to be one of the first people I told. I stopped at Angie's office and Mary, her receptionist, congratulated me. She told me that Angie was telling everyone and invited them all to the wedding reception. She rang Angie and told me to go on in; Angie was waiting for me. When I went in, Angie was crying lightly. "What's the matter, Angie?" "I called the prison and talked to the Prison Warden and asked him if my dad could get a one day leave to attend our wedding. He told me that Dad wasn't allowed to leave the prison under any circumstances. His life imprisonment meant just that. He did tell me it was out of his hands and there was nothing he could do." "I'm so sorry, Angie; I know having your father there would have meant a lot to you." "It gets worse, Ray. Dad has cancer although it has been in remission but is now back. They give him three to six months to live." She started crying and I held her to my chest. I thought, 'Why, God? Why do this to her? She was a good person and I really hurt for her.' "Angie, I've been buying your father cigarettes since I have been released. It was a deal I made with him. I'm so sorry." "It's not your fault. Dad doesn't smoke anymore. He uses the packs of cigarettes that people send him to barter with the other prisoners. You haven't contributed to his cancer." I had an idea but I didn't want to tell Angie and get her hopes up. I kissed her goodbye and told her I would see her the next day. I called off work for the next day and went to the prison to see Killer and the warden. When Killer saw me he smiled. "You take good care of my little girl, Ray. All I ask is that you make her happy. She deserves a lot better out of life than what she's received." I explained my idea to Killer and at first he said, "No" but finally agreed to go along if I could get the warden to agree. So I told him I would see him later, I had an appointment with the warden. The warden greeted me, "Well, Ray, I see you are keeping your nose clean and getting married. I'm sorry about Killer but he's a lifer and we can't let him out to go to his daughter wedding." "Warden, are you in total charge of the prison and allowed to make most decisions about the facilities?" "What are you getting at, Ray?" "Can we get married on the premises? Could we use the chapel and Killer can escort his daughter down the aisle?" "You and Killer's daughter want to get married here? In prison, just so her dad can be there? Is that what you are asking?" "Yes, sir, she hasn't seen her dad in over fourteen years and he's dying as you know. All we ask is for use of the chapel to get married. I know prisoners have been married here before." "Okay, Ray, I'll set it up at this end. This can't be a big affair. You can only invite three outsiders into the prison besides you and your fiancée. I will let Killer invite a few of his fellow prisoners. You will have to use the prison minister." I thanked the warden and headed back up to see Killer. "Dave," Killer laughed when I called him by his name. "The warden agreed to go along with my idea. I'm heading back to tell Angie now. Thank you, Dave, I know this means a lot to our girl." Dave smiled at me. "Ray, copy down this number I'm going to give you. It was something I put back for Angie. When you go to the bank, tell Angie to take her birth certificate. The account is in her maiden name." I took down the information and told Dave I was sorry to hear about his illness. "Just take care of my little girl, that's all I ask," replied Dave. I went back to Angie's office. She saw the smile on my face and asked me what was up. "Do you mind getting married in prison?" I asked. "What? What are you talking about, Ray?" I explained to her about my talk to the warden and that her dad would be allowed to walk her down the aisle. She started crying big happy tears. "God, I love you, Ray." I told her about the bank deposit box and we went over to see what was in it. "I'm Anjolina Juanita Miller and I would like to see my safe deposit box." Angie gave him her number and he looked at her birth certificate. He led us back to the safe deposit boxes and opened it for us and left the room. ------------------------- The first thing that we noticed was a note from her father. "Dear Angie: If you're opening this box, you are either getting married or I have passed on. I hope it's the first thing. The little box contains your mother's wedding ring. I know everyone wondered where it went but I put it in here for safe keeping. I want you to have it and wear it proudly. Your mother had her faults but loved you and I know she would have wanted you to have her wedding ring. Also there are bonds totaling over fifteen thousand dollars to help pay for your wedding. I set this up before I was sent away. "When you see your brother and sister tell them there is a box for each of them too, if they haven't already got theirs. Yours is the only one containing a ring. Congratulations and always be honest to your husband. With Love Dad" ---------------------------------- Angie and I talked about our wedding. We decided to invite her brother Brad and sister Lisa if they would come. Also, my sister Amy. We would invite family and friends to our reception which would take place shortly after the wedding. Angie and Amy spent the next month getting everything set up for the reception. We had to pay extra for everything since it was such short notice, but I wanted Angie to have as much of her dream as possible. Amy said she would use her digital camera and take pictures. Angie and I went to see her brother and sister. She introduced me to them. They told me that they didn't hate their dad. They hated what he did. Angie explained the wedding to them and why she was holding it at the prison. Both Brad and Lisa had tears in their eyes when they found out their dad was dying. After they agreed to go to the wedding Angie gave them the numbers to their safe deposit boxes. They were surprised that their father had set something aside for them. On the day of the wedding Angie and I rode to the prison together. Amy and her husband came but her husband waited in the car for her. As we entered I had a suit for Killer to wear. One of the guards took it to him. I had on my tux which I rented for the occasion. Amy went in a room with Angie to help her with her wedding dress. Angie didn't want me to see her until she entered the chapel. I entered the chapel to wait for Angie. In came Brad and Lisa. Brad was going to be my best man and Lisa was Angie's maid of honor. There was a small piano in the chapel and an inmate was playing some songs on it. A guard brought five other inmates who were friends of Killer's (Dave) in and seated them. The warden came in with a minister and smiled. He walked up to me and said that they had some cake and punch for everyone after the ceremony. For a warden, he wasn't such a bad guy. The pianist started playing 'Here comes the Bride' and everyone stood. In through the door came Angie on the arm of her father. Both had tears coming down their cheeks. Angie had gotten her wish, being escorted by her father down the aisle on her wedding day. When they arrived in front of the chapel, everyone sat down except our small wedding party. Another guard came in and closed the door. The minister intoned, "Who gives this woman to this man?" "I do, Sir," replied Dave proudly and he sat down. "Anjolina Juanita Miller Brady, do you take Raymond Michael Harper to be your husband?" The minister continued his statement and then asked me the same question. We made sure that he said, "To love and honor from this day forward." It's how we both felt. No one would ever come between us. We both had rocky lives up to this point. We knew we would do our best to make our marriage work. After we said our vows I kissed the bride. She then turned around and kissed and hugged her father. We all headed to an adjoining room to talk for a few minutes and have some cake and punch supplied by the warden. Brad and Lisa both walked up to their dad and gave him a hug. It's the first time they spoke or talked to him in almost fifteen years. There was a lot of crying going on. Tears of joy and tears of remorse. They knew their father was dying and they wanted him to know they still loved him. Amy had taken pictures of Angie and me throughout the short service. She also took as many pictures as she could of Dave, with his three kids. She recorded the crying, hugging and even the little bit of laughter they all shared in that short span of time. She left and she and her husband took the pictures to a twenty-four hour photo center and had all the pictures developed and some enlarged. We said our goodbyes to Dave, and the warden. We thanked him for making Angie's dream come true. As we left we noticed that Brad and Lisa were still talking to their dad. It was a wonderful sight to see. We headed back to town and to our reception. Everyone we invited attended. The first two people we saw were Kyle and Kayla jumping up and down as we got out of the car. They ran up to us and hugged us. We entered the hall and were greeted with shouts of joy. My parents were there with tears in their eyes along with most everyone who greeted us. A lot of Angie's friends were there to greet us. Most of them I had never met. I did notice Mary as she came over and gave us a hug. About a half hour later Amy showed up with the photos. She had a couple of our photos enlarged. She sat them all on the table for everyone to see. Brad and Lisa had stopped at home to pick up their families. Brad was with his wife and two kids. Lisa was with her husband and three kids. The two families walked up to a photo of Dave and told the kids that it was their grandfather. Amy told them that she had made four sets of photos and after the reception that each family could take a set home. There was one each for Brad and Lisa, one for Angie and me, and of course one for Amy. I wanted to tell you how incredible Angie looked in her wedding dress. If she had wings she would have looked like an angel that God sent down. To me, she was the most beautiful women I have ever seen and she was my wife. I guess most men feel that way about their wife. We danced and ate and danced some more. With the clanging of the glasses our lips were together most of the night. The people I worked with told me I was a very luck man. Believe me; I didn't have to be told. I knew that I got the brass ring and intended on holding on to it forever. For those who are wondering, Deb and Pat did not come to our wedding. This was Angie's day and I didn't want anything to spoil it. Seeing her with her father walking down the aisle, watching her brother and sister making amends with their father. A family coming back together. No way would I ever forget this day. Epilog: It's been six months since our wedding day. Debbie and Pat got married last month. I was glad to see that she was really trying to establish a life for herself. My kids tell me that Pat treats them good. I asked about Aunt Sue and Uncle Bob and my kids said they moved away to another state. I got a transfer to day shift so I could see my kids more often and be home with Angie every evening. She was pregnant with our child. It was three months to the day after our wedding that Dave (Killer) passed away. His kids went to visit him each month till his passing. It was sad but we did get a chance to tell him about Angie's pregnancy. We told him it was going to be a boy and we were naming him David Raymond. It brought a smile to Dave's face. I look back over all that has happened. A cheating wife, going to prison, meeting the woman of my dreams, and then marrying her. Now I was starting over and going to be a father again. There is not a day that goes by when I don't thank God for what I have. I thank him for giving me and Angie another chance at happiness. * Thanks for reading my story. Comments are always welcome DG Hear