11 comments/ 39944 views/ 3 favorites Gang Aft Agley Ch. 01 By: BobNbobbi Author's Notes: Gang Aft Agley is a work of fiction, no characters or situations have any basis in known persons. The story continues the theme I generally use, that of a happily married couple wherein the wife attempts to add a lover to the family mix. In this story the couple has a girl child. Let me be very clear, the child is not involved in any way in any sexual activities of her mother or father. She is simply part of the family. A few of the many poems of the great Scots bard Robert Burns are used as a device to carry the plot in this story. They are gathered from an excellent website of the British Broadcasting Corporation dedicated to the work and life of Burns here/. In addition to the text, Burns poems and songs are available aurally as read by very notable British persons including some by HRH Charles, Prince of Wales. At least two of the poems used in this story are also available by various artists on YouTube.Com, Ae Fond Kiss and My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose. Gang Aft Agley is written in four chapters and each will be submitted simultaneously. Publication schedule, of course, lies with Literotica editors. CHAPTER ONE - WEDDING "Do you Robert Burns Winthrop take thee Nancy Elizabeth James to thy wedded wife?" "I Do!" "Do you Nancy Elizabeth James take thee Robert Burns Winthrop to thy wedded husband?" "I Do!" Robert standing next to his bride-in-process wearing black tuxedo as formal dress realized he had just laid his body and soul bare to the audience with his simple promise, I do. He had bared himself forever with total commitment. Robert let his eyes tie with Nancy's eyes; they were together at soul. He had no reservations. Nancy felt her to-be-husband enter her heart; she knew her love matched his. She was ready to make the same commitment. She would bare herself as well. "What God has joined together let no man tear asunder." Taking Robert's right hand in his right and Nancy's left hand in his left the minister continued to his penultimate line. "I now pronounce you man and wife." Man-of-God immediately followed with his closing permission to Robert, "You may now kiss your bride." Robert turned and reached for the veil shielding his bride's face. Nancy's hands moved first; she had planned this final gesture of their wedding in private. Removing two bobby pins, Nancy lifted and removed her veil completely. She handed veil to now husband. "Let nothing ever come between the honesty and love I give to you now and forever. Keep this veil; I want no shield. Please kiss me now." The couple kissed; at first touch their lips met almost chaste, but they remained locked close for a lengthening time and growing passion. Eventually both realized that they were in church at the altar. They broke kiss and stepped back to turn and face their guests. Nancy couldn't resist. She turned to once again kiss husband before leading the recessional. An hour later at the reception hall Robert and Nancy continued with wedding traditions. First were the dances: with each other, with parents, with Best Man and Maid of Honor. Next, speeches teasing, but always wishing the couple well. Dancing, snacking and socializing plus two final traditional reception events followed before the newlywed couple could honeymoon. Nancy threw her bouquet to the eligible women in attendance and Robert removed blue garter, but he simply handed it to his Best Man. Neither Nancy nor Robert realized how completely wife's charms displayed, but all watching the garter tradition knew Nancy's white bridal panties had a red bow decoration in front. First class seats to the Virgin Islands waited for the couple at the airport. Best Man and Maid of Honor chauffeured them and remained in waiting until boarding. The flight attendants took over support duties on the airplane. Robert and Nancy had champagne glasses in-hand as soon as they were in their seats. When the plane reached altitude, the First Class attendant made a congratulatory announcement and the passengers sitting up front all applauded. Robert and Nancy spent ten days in the beautiful Caribbean setting with honeymoon focus only. It mattered not whether at beach in swimsuits, day shopping in casual shorts and tops, or evening dinner and dancing more properly dressed, they were alone with each other. That there were others around, hundreds, even other honeymooners, was inconsequential; in Robert's mind he and Nancy were a universe of two. Lines from another Robert, the 18th century Scottish Bard Robert Burns, explained all: Gang Aft Agley Ch. 01 On Christmas morning, the young couple had a moment of humor as they exchanged gifts. Great minds travel the same path; unbeknownst, their gifts to each other were bracelets. Robert handed over a jewelry box with a silver charm bracelet. Two charms dangled from the links, a scholar's cap and a male-female holding hands figurine. Nancy allowed Robert to clip bracelet on left wrist then pulled him close for a kiss, "Merry Christmas and Thank You; this is for you." Robert opened a small box and saw the gold, linked bracelet Nancy selected for his gift. They laughed and hugged then they kissed. Robert gave his right hand to have Nancy mount her gift. "It's engraved on the inside, our initials, the year, and Merry Christmas." A snow storm blew across the plains two days after Christmas. Since both grew up in the area, they knew snow in December was commonplace. A fireplace to cuddle and enjoy respite from snow, cold and wind would have been nice. Robert's apartment wasn't so equipped. He did know of a homey, casual, club, a bar restaurant sort of place, that could substitute. They bundled up in warm winter clothes and walked the ten blocks to sit with rosy cheeks by the club's fireplace drinking wine served by a friendly waitress. No pressure, no interruptions, they were just a young couple who cared for each other, loved each other, and were separated by demands of time more than distance. With snow and bluster outside Nancy and Robert spent an idyllic day with just each other. Both reveled their time together. Time together couldn't be eternal, not yet at least. The New Years Eve celebration at Robert's apartment complex was boisterous and jolly. Midnight of the New Year's kiss led to Robert whispering phrases from the traditional Auld Lang Syne to Nancy's ear. Nancy smothered 'Tak a cup o' kindness yet' with a follow on pressing kiss that took Robert's breath away and made his blood run south. They went to bed late and slept late. All too soon, both Nancy and Robert began to switch personalities; both knew they had to return to their work world grind soon. "I think I better gather all of my things together and head for home." Robert hugged his lady close to him, but he did not object or even disagree with Nancy's statement. He had work to think about and bowl games to watch. At home, Nancy turned down every date request George offered in January, but with a Valentine's Day soirée at hand, she finally said yes, she would be George's date to the party. The apartment management team went all out to provide a festive party atmosphere. The community room sported a hearts and cupids decoration theme, a special valentine mailbox encouraged card sharing among all residents, a local band provided music, and most appreciated were the kegs of beer and jugs of wine. Nancy found herself laughing, dancing and drinking more than a second grade school teacher normally imbibed. She also found George next to her in bed when she awakened the next morning. Oh shit, I don't even remember much about that part of last night. Nancy did her morning bathroom trip, gargled with mouthwash before and after brushing her teeth to banish the stale beer and what else breath; swallowed two aspirins along with her birth control pill and headed back toward her bed. Fuck it - we must have done just that last night. I might as well do him when I'm awake. Nancy decided she wanted to know just how good a lover George really was. "Wake up George, go brush your teeth and then get your ass back here to bed." Nancy recalled that George felt impressive to her hand when she had fondled his rod on earlier dates. She discovered he really was that size in the flesh, and he felt that big when his flesh met hers. George was a good lover still possessing the quick recovery ability of young men. They made love twice before stomachs began growling for sustenance. "Let's throw some clothes on and go to IHOP. After we refuel, we can come back here and screw all afternoon. Is that okay with you Big Guy?" George growled an Oh Yeah, sucked a nipple into mouth, and then released and began to dress. The two enjoyed a big leisurely brunch spiced with conversation. Nancy was as anxious for more sex as her partner. "Haven't you had enough pancakes? Ready for something else?" February in Kansas City does not feature weather that invites strip tease in the car, or on the sidewalk. Nancy still wore her heavy coat when she closed her door and pulled George close for a kiss. "You must think I'm an easy slut the way I've been acting. I'm not normally, but it's been a while and I really want to go again." George responded getting his coat off as quickly as possible and moving on to the rest of his clothes. "Bedroom or out here?" Nancy finished stepping out of her panties and led the way to her bed. All told, George and Nancy sexed each other four times this day after Valentine's Day. The high necked sweater Nancy wore to work Monday provided cover for signs of passion as well as warmth and style. George was more than pleased that his months of pursuit finally revealed a tiger in the bedroom where Nancy was concerned. He had all intention of playing in the tiger's den for the foreseeable future. That future included the next four weekends and more than a few week nights. It seemed as though Nancy unleashed really loved sex; at least she seemed to love sex with George. Saint Patrick's Day fell in the middle of the week that year. George answered when his phone played its song. "Hey George, wanna go get a green beer?" George answered his door buzzer; Nancy was there dressed in a green circle skirt and green sweater vest over her white blouse. She reached for his hand and pulled him through the door. "Let's go, it's not too cold tonight. I'll drive. You'll be great dressed just like that." Off they went to a boisterous bar where they each had two mugs of green beer and sang along with the juke box playing Irish songs. This time they returned to George's apartment where they promptly made his bedroom their sexual playpen. After making love twice, Nancy pulled away and began to dress. Standing over him wearing bra and panties only as George lay naked on his sheets, Nancy delivered her final message. "We both have work tomorrow so no late night gymnastics. In fact, tonight was a last good romp for fun. I've enjoyed being with you George. I've really enjoyed screwing you this last month. You are just about the best I've been with in my young life. Enough is enough though, George; this is our goodbye." She finished dressing, leaned down and kissed her friend good night and goodbye, and then she walked out of George's life and banished him from hers. For the last three months of her school year, Nancy immersed herself in teaching her second graders. She accepted no dates, either from guys who wanted to get to know her or from women looking for a girl's night out relaxing. Her classroom kids had benefit of undivided attention. By mid June when second graders began having summer fun and all administrative tasks were finished, Nancy was tired and ready to just kick-back-relax. No summer school for her this year, she needed some time off to unwind. She realized she also needed some social life and that brought a picture of Robert to forefront in her mind. For the first time in months, she decided to call him but only heard his voice mailbox message. Nancy left her plea, "Hi Robert, I'm looking for a red, red rose, do you know where I can find one?" Nancy clicked END on her phone. She was watching a news show on television when her phone chimed a new call. Absently she picked it up and pressed the spot for answer. She heard: Gang Aft Agley Ch. 02 Author's Notes: Gang Aft Agley is a work of fiction, no characters or situations have any basis in known persons. The story continues the theme I generally use, that of a happily married couple wherein the wife attempts to add a lover to the family mix. In this story the couple has a girl child. Let me be very clear, the child is not involved in any way in any sexual activities of her mother or father. She is simply part of the family. A few of the many poems of the great Scots bard Robert Burns are used as a device to carry the plot in this story. They are gathered from an excellent website of the British Broadcasting Corporation dedicated to the work and life of Burns: here In addition to the text, Burns poems and songs are available aurally as read by very notable British persons including some by HRH Charles, Prince of Wales. At least two of the poems used in this story are also available by various artists on YouTube.Com, Ae Fond Kiss and My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose. Gang Aft Agley is written in four chapters and each will be submitted simultaneously. Publication schedule, of course, lies with Literotica editors. CHAPTER TWO - MARRIAGE By summer's end Nancy had their home livable, in comfortable décor. Her decorating style might best be called thrift store - yard sale eclectic. She was proudest of two decisions. Her first decorating decision was to tie in both Robert and her own familial past to their new home. Nancy contacted both mothers and asked they pick out something from their home that would keep the young couple connected to their families. Robert's mother Carla gifted a Tiffany table lamp that now resided juxtaposed on a yard sale Danish modern end table in their living room. Three weeks after talking with her, Nancy's father and mother arrived Saturday afternoon with the French provincial style love seat that had been Nancy's favorite nap spot when she was a very young child. Her second decision took her to antique furniture collectors looking for pieces with restoration potential but low initial cost. On a rainy Saturday, Nancy coaxed Robert along and he was the one who spotted two ornate church alter chairs that needed stripping, a new finish to walnut wood hidden by years of grime, and new upholstered seat cushions. Robert took the lead in negotiations with the seller and they eventually bought both chairs for a hundred and fifty dollars. The antique dealer liked their spirit and good judgment. He recommended an artisan to handle the new upholstery and gave tips to Robert on how to do the stripping himself. When the chairs were finished and in place in their living room only two weeks before Thanksgiving the couple had an elegantly furnished room at prices they could afford. Nancy spent a lot of time browsing sales for home furnishings, but that was mostly weekend duty. She also set a goal to keep her honeymoon sun tan as long and as vibrant as possible. Nancy did her best to get a bikini clad hour at the apartment complex pool at least four days every week. At least one of those hours always managed to be on a weekend day so Robert could rub the lotion on her body and get some sun for himself. End of summer also brought back to school teaching duties for Nancy. As would happen every year for the coming future, she had a new batch of second graders to learn, love and guide. This part of her school year was the best of times for Nancy. She felt like a parent, well maybe more like an aunt or a big sister, toward her twenty-six new faces. Each child had a unique personality; each child had a background, a future and real potential. Each child also had a set of parents. Nancy mostly dealt with the children's mothers; some would be pleasant and reasonably objective. Some were less of both. Some mothers were just a pain in the ass. Nancy looked over her class of children the first day and wondered what sort of mother she would be when her children went to elementary school. That evening after first class day of the school year, Nancy shared with Robert her question to herself as to what sort of mother she would be. She got a kiss, a grin and a question from hubby, "Don't you think we better have some children before you try to figure out what sort of mother you will be?" Nancy laughed at herself and her husband. "Want to start practicing on how we might make me a mother-to-be?" They didn't spend much time in their living room that evening; the bedroom seemed like a better play pen. That night's child-conceiving romp was just pretend play though; she still took her BC pills every morning. Nancy's Motherhood was still in the couple's future. Robert and Nancy shared a first year of marriage much like most new couples. They expanded the intimacy of dating and learning to love into the daily routine of being a couple. Many of the things they could only do as scheduled over their dating time, especially their sex nights and waking in bed together, they could now do any night, every night if they chose. At first they tried for every night, but they mutually came to understand something each never would have believed. Every night sex subtracts from the special nature of anticipation. How each kept that special anticipation phenomenon alive never did become a rule based affair. Robert and Nancy never got to the sex on Wednesday night, Friday night and Saturday point of marriage, not in their first year and not in their last year. Both relished the role spontaneity played. Both also relished the poetry from the Bard of Scotland and the place Robert Burns' words fit into the love shared between Robert and Nancy Winthrop. Nancy often asked for her Red, Red Rose and Robert always whispered the rose to her ear: Gang Aft Agley Ch. 02 For two years Nancy stayed at home to be a full time mother to Leezabad. She knew, however, when time to return to school and resume teaching duties came upon her. Nancy was more often fidgety and irritable. Leezabad went into day care. Nancy began her continuing education task with two courses that had an added benefit of getting her back into an adult world for a few hours a week. The coursework was a requirement to maintain her certification at current level. Instead of second a grade class, Nancy would teach fifth graders in the new school year. As Leezabad progressed from day care through pre-school, kindergarten and elementary school, Nancy found an answer to her question what sort of mother will I be. Protective, overly so her two mothers gently tried to tell her. Nancy always considered Carla her mother too. Protective would be a good word to describe what sort of mother Nancy was for her daughter. Yes, protective, over bearing even, and controlling. When gentle words didn't seem to work, Carla and Elizabeth decided to gang up on Mother Nancy. Both mothers gave Nancy the same advice. "You've got to let Leezabad develop at her own level and of her own initiative. She needs to try by herself and fail, fall down." "But . . . but . . . but she might hurt herself. What kind of mother would I be if I let her hurt herself when I can show her how not to get hurt?" Nancy's mother handled the reply with nodding agreement from Carla, "You will be the same kind of mother Carla and I were. You will be a loving mother teaching her daughter to develop initiative and confidence. If you do that you will be doing Carla Elizabeth a favour that will last a lifetime. Now, if you can just figure out a better nickname for my granddaughter I will be pleased. No girl should be called any kind of Bad and not connected with my name. Leezabad is just wrong." Try as she might, Granny Elizabeth never could convince Leezabad to give up the nickname; her granddaughter simply clapped her hands three times and repeated her personal name after each clap. The grandmothers did not have to worry about her shyness; there was none. Robert had a role in his little girl's development too. Most nights he would sit with Leezabad in the living room working on what he called her intellectual development. They would laugh and count fingers at first, or read through one of her A-B-C alphabet books. Dada also conducted a weekly music appreciation course for his daughter using the old Leonard Bernstein Young Peoples Concert series that he managed to record to DVD. It took a while but eventually Leezabad could recognize which instrument went with the sounds, and with still more practice at Dada's knee she could name the notes being played. Intellectual teaching was not Robert's only contribution to Leezabad's development. When the weather was nice, and mostly on weekends, Dada and daughter played in the back yard at all sorts of games, especially soccer. Nancy loved to watch them playing in the back yard. She was pleased Leezabad had the benefit of a father who participated fully being a parent. The winter Leezabad was in kindergarten, Robert decided to introduce a new physical skill; he taught his daughter how to ice skate. Leezabad took to the ice as though born with skates on her feet. Robert just loved skating and laughing with his daughter. Nancy put her foot down and said absolutely no, "My daughter is not going to join the beginners ice hockey team. She may have to wear braces to her senior prom but I want to be sure she has all of her own teeth. No ice hockey -- period - for Carla Elizabeth." Father and daughter knew Momma was serious when she invoked both of Leezabad's given names. > > > - - < < < Friday nights in the Winthrop household often found Robert and Nancy snuggled together in front of the television in the family room. By ten at night Leezabad was always well into dreamland. Twelve years old and in her final year of elementary school, she rarely had weekend homework as she would in her coming school years. Robert always read a Burns poem to his daughter on Friday night before he kissed her goodnight and off to bed. Tonight he read To A Mountain Daisy with first verse that goes: Gang Aft Agley Ch. 03 Author's Notes: Gang Aft Agley is a work of fiction, no characters or situations have any basis in known persons. The story continues the theme I generally use, that of a happily married couple wherein the wife attempts to add a lover to the family mix. In this story the couple has a girl child. Let me be very clear, the child is not involved in any way in any sexual activities of her mother or father. She is simply part of the family. A few of the many poems of the great Scots bard Robert Burns are used as a device to carry the plot in this story. They are gathered from an excellent website of the British Broadcasting Corporation dedicated to the work and life of Burns: here/ In addition to the text, Burns poems and songs are available aurally as read by very notable British persons including some by HRH Charles, Prince of Wales. At least two of the poems used in this story are also available by various artists on YouTube.Com, Ae Fond Kiss and My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose. Gang Aft Agley is written in four chapters and each will be submitted simultaneously. Publication schedule, of course, lies with Literotica editors. CHAPTER THREE -- ADVENTURE Nancy's first step toward her summer of adventure meant getting settled in her new summer home. With Leezabad's help, the unpacking and putting away took very little time. The apartment was similar to a suites hotel room; maybe a little larger, but not much. The front room was all but the bedroom: a kitchenette, living room with fold out sofa, a desk for study and internet access, plus a television. The bedroom did have sufficient closet space built in, a double bed and a bathroom that would do for the summer but certainly not luxurious by any stretch of imagination. "Let's do some exploring Leezabad and I'll show you around the campus." "There's a swimming pool, Momma, and it's really close to your apartment. Can we use the pool?" "We sure can, sweetie, I will get both of us a pass to use the pool when I do my formal registration Monday. I'll bet I can talk our way in tomorrow if you want to go swimming." Leezabad agreed that would be a great idea. She didn't say so but she would consider going swimming with her Momma in the college pool her first real grown up thing in her young life. Mother and daughter had fun exploring the campus plus doing some light shopping so they could stock the small kitchen with enough food to at least keep starvation at bay for a few days. Leezabad was amazed at how big each of the school buildings were compared to her only point of reference, the elementary school she attended back home. Nancy guided her daughter through the library because she knew this would be her home for much of the summer doing research required for four graduate level classes. Nancy stood back and grinned at the exchange between Leezabad and the librarian on duty this Saturday afternoon. A quick overview recitation of just the numbers of books, periodicals, recordings and videos in the stacks overwhelmed her daughter. Leezabad had just one question for the librarian when she finished her spiel, "Do you have any books with Robert Burns poems? He is my Dada's favourite; Dada calls him Rabbie Burns, but his name is really Robert Burns." "Of course we do, young lady, they are up on the third floor. Let's go look and see if we can find one, shall we." The librarian led them off exploring for Rabbie Burns with a grin on her face and an appreciative nod to a proud Momma. Their last stop in campus exploration was the swimming pool just a block from Nancy's apartment. They discovered that the pool was open until nine that night and as Nancy expected no ID card would be required this pre-registration weekend. An hour later after changing into swimsuits, mother and daughter returned to the pool to splash and have fun and to swim serious laps during the half hour reserved every other hour for exercise swimmers. After fifteen minutes of lap swim time, Nancy took to a lounge chair beside the pool to watch her daughter continue swimming laps. She also took the time to check out adults close to her age both in and out of water; unconsciously she was comparing herself to the others. If I'm on a separate vacation I better dress the part even if all I do is flirt a little bit this summer, Nancy said, talking to her mind. She looked at her suit now beginning to dry. This red tank suit, and the blue one I brought too, are great for swimming laps; the high neckline keeps water from billowing in around my boobs and slowing me down. Both are sleek and show my figure, but some of these other ladies are showing a lot of skin with their suits. They show much more than I will even wearing the two piece suit I brought along. Their figures aren't any better than mine, some not nearly as good. I wouldn't show that much skin if I looked like that; would I, should I? Nancy decided the next day she would wear her two piece suit, even she wouldn't call it a bikini, and see what sort of eyeball attention she received from the men at the pool. Maybe she would need to go shopping for at least one more suit. > > > - - < < < Her first week of school was mostly get organized and get started stuff in her classes. Nancy had a lot of fun watching Leezabad trying to be grown up but clearly overwhelmed by the newness and complexity of her mother's school compared to her own elementary school experience and surroundings. Leezabad's grandparents arrived Saturday afternoon to carry their grandchild to her next phase of summer vacation. When parents and Leezabad left after Sunday breakfast, Nancy was officially on her own; her marriage vows now on hold for the summer by mutual agreement with Robert. Her first act as single girl was to call home to hear her husband's voice. They had a good chat and catch up on little if any, news. Nancy laughed at her first free and single action as soon as she said her final I love you and goodbye. She changed into swim wear and headed for the pool. No one noticed her lap swimming wearing the blue tank suit today. The other swimmers were used to seeing Nancy, they appreciated her figure and athleticism, but there were more interesting targets for male eyes and nothing special to compete with female eyes. Nancy knew these facts but she had a surprise coming. After her exercise swim, Nancy carried her tote bag to the ladies locker room to change for her first show off in her new bikini. Her return to the lounge chair was half stroll half strut. Yes, Nancy told herself, this works as an eye catcher; plain old momma with child is gone. She bent over with blatant display of tush to put her things away and lower herself to the lounger. She heard a whistle, looked, saw a grinning face and gave a wave before pulling her dark glasses down and turning head away. Whistler had a name, Mark, she learned about ten minutes later when he wandered over to say hello and stayed to chat for fifteen minutes. He seems nice enough, thought Nancy, "Could I get you to do the tanning lotion on my back so I don't burn?" Mark took his time rubbing the lotion into Nancy's back. He has really good hands, she decided, I'll give him a little thrill. "Let me unhook this top so I won't get strap marks." Nancy went a little further than she first intended; she slid the shoulder straps off too giving Mark a quick glimpse of her boobies hanging down before she lowered herself. Mark took his time rubbing. Nancy worked hard to conceal the ragged breathing of sexual excitement. As he worked his way rubbing up her legs, Nancy let them separate. Mark understood her invitation and rubbed inside her thighs all the way up. His hands are very good. I don't want him to go away. "If I roll over, will you do the front too?" Nancy didn't wait for a yes; she began her roll without thinking about her top being totally loose and left behind. "Oops, I didn't mean for that to happen." Mark fully understood that Nancy knew she was giving an open invitation. Boobies got a firm direct rubbing of tanning lotion with nipples twisted to high beam firmness. Mark continued his exploration as he massaged near her suit bottom. Nancy allowed his fingers some liberty before she finally stopped him, "Not yet, Mark, I'm not ready for that yet." Nancy thanked her newly met friend for his help and then told him she wanted to get a little sun now that she was covered with lotion. "Why don't you take a dip to cool off after all that work and then check with me later to see if I need something more." Nancy smiled to accentuate her full meaning. Mark bent low to cop another feel of boob as he gave a light kiss goodbye for now. Nancy reviewed the last half hour with Mark as the sun warmed her chest, legs and face. This seduction stuff is pretty simple; just wear a small, pink bikini to the pool and let the first good looking guy who says hi rub lotion all over your body. Mark was pretty easy, no, boys are easy. I'll bet if I invited him home for a beer I could find out what's underneath that bathing suit he is wearing. He does have a good build, the parts I could see, that is. I wonder how he compares . . .? Am I going to let myself go the first day I have a chance? I wonder if he has condoms? A few drops of cold water splashed on her shoulders, "Better turn over, I put lotion on your back too." Holding her top to her chest with one arm, Nancy rolled to her stomach. Go for it and see what happens she told herself. "I would invite you to my place for a beer but I don't have any. If I give you a ten would you pick up a six and then come back to get me?" Nancy decided to enhance her offer so she lifted up on her elbows. Mark could clearly see her boobies hanging down, and both knew her showing was deliberate. Mark stared at Nancy's offering; she stared up at him too. "Raise up just a little more and I'll pay for the beer." Nancy gave a better look and then held her pose while looking over her shoulder to see if anyone else was watching them. "Thanks, looks good. I'll be back in about half hour." At her place, they drank two beers apiece and then decided to shower together. Nancy found the definitive answer to her question. He was about as long as Robert and maybe just a bit thicker in girth. All in all, Mark had a very nice sex tool. I noticed the pack of condoms in with the beer; I wonder if he thinks we will need all twelve tonight? Nancy discovered some other truths about Mark as lover before he left for the evening. He was quite athletic and an accomplished lover, physically. He had a more rapid recovery time than her husband; they did use three of the condoms. His hands were better at sun tan lotion than they were at arousal. Mark's disappointment, though, was his total lack of interest in cuddle time with cooing talk. As far as Nancy was concerned three filled condoms of screwing did not make up for no cuddle time. She kissed Mark goodnight at her apartment door. "I'll see you sometime." Oh well, there is still an untouched six pack and he left the rest of the condoms. I'm ready when I invite the next guy home. > > > - - < < < Robert did not find a lady to share his bed quite as soon as his wife found her toy however he did notice almost immediately that the women where he worked looked on him with a new interest. He experienced more smiles, greetings, questions that needn't be asked but led to conversation on a daily, almost constant basis. Mentally he reviewed his behaviour looking for differences: he still used the same cologne and after shave, combed his hair the same style, no new ties, shoes or shirts. Do I look or act single again? I'm still wearing my wedding ring. No matter what caused the new behaviour by the ladies, Robert went with the old never look a gift horse in the mouth adage. He always smiled in return and used long atrophied flirting skills to extend the pleasant contacts. At the office coffee pot Angela, a pert blonde of about thirty Robert guessed, happened to be the latest to chat him up while looking him over. What the hell, Robert thought, go for it, "Angela, would you like to try something a bit stronger than coffee after work this afternoon?" Very little hemming and hawing preceded agreement to meet at the lounge in the next block where they shared conversation over several drinks. Robert graciously offered Angela a drive home since it wasn't all that far out of the way. Angela didn't invite him inside her apartment after their first sort of date, but she did accept a dinner date invitation for the coming Friday. When he walked Angela to her door the following week after stopping for drinks once again she did ask Robert if he wanted to see her apartment. The clock on the wall ticked past eleven that night when Robert finally dragged his body home with a smile on his face. To the empty house he declared his intention not to have his forty year old body match energy with an athletic thirty year old female. When Angela showed him her bedroom she showed him all over her bedroom and insisted they sample the comfort and spring of her mattress several times. Angela must have spoken favourably to some of the other women in the office because the flirting thermometer rose several degrees in the week following Robert's one time sexual romp with Angela. He had dates with another of Angela's friends and the third date was again the charm. Robert's vow to not try to match energy with younger women in the bedroom was broken once again. "Robert, what's this I hear about you dating all my young girls and trying to reclaim your lost youth?" This coffee pot question came from Marjorie, the office mother of the support staff. Marjorie was only a senior secretary with no management authority, but she was fifty-something, divorced, and she had a lot of time with the company. Her authority came from first name influence with the bosses. Robert gave a quick smile, more of an aw-shucks grin, and reached to gently touch Marjorie on her shoulder. His gesture was perfect. "If you asked me out for a drink after work I just might say yes." Robert decided he could play word games too. "Marjorie, does your throat ever get so dry during the day that an after work cocktail is just what you need before heading home?" "I'm sure I am better at conversation than my young girls, there can't be much doubt. Most of us experienced women are; we have more wrinkles to talk about." Marjorie intended to flirt around Robert's direct invitation until she was ready to accept. "I would never be that tacky, discussing a woman's wrinkles, at least not the wrinkles that people get to see every day." Robert hoped Marjorie would appreciate the subtle wrinkle reference and her smile said she understood and accepted. "I would love to let you buy me a drink tonight, and if you're a good boy you just might get to check out some of my other wrinkled places. Who knows, sometimes gentlemen do get lucky." > > > - - < < < Cramming the amount of class work into a short summer the way Nancy scheduled meant she was either in class, studying for class, or sleeping. There wasn't time for much else. In the two weeks since her parents drove off with Leezabad Nancy's only outside activity, other than the one time romp with Mark, was her swimming exercise that she managed daily. She hadn't even worn either her pink bikini or her two piece suit to the pool; she just wore one of her tank suits. Finally, on Friday night, Nancy needed a recharge of her battery; I'll call Robert and I know just hearing his voice will help. Their phone rang five times before the voice mailbox answered. Oh hell, she thought, well it is his voice on the message but that isn't quite what I needed. Hi honey, I was just feeling lonely and called looking for a red rose. I may try your cell or call me this weekend. I love you, bye-bye. Nancy hung up and then reached her finger for his cell phone hot number; she paused. What if Robert is out on a date? Just when I need his support because I am stressed out my husband is out with some chick being young again. Nancy laughed at herself; that's what we agreed to do this summer. I'll just give me some me time tomorrow. Nancy allowed herself the luxury of sleeping until nine o'clock Saturday morning and by ten a.m. she strolled to the pool wearing her pink bikini. No tank suit today, she didn't even put one in her bag. She had two hopes: first that Mark was not there, she wanted someone more attentive to her needs, and second that there was at least one good looking guy who liked what he saw of Nancy in her bikini. She got lucky on both counts. Joel said hello not ten minutes after she arrived. Joel was almost six feet tall, solidly built, with a mop of dark brown hair. He told Nancy he was thirty-one years old and was also working on a master's degree program, his in chemistry. When Nancy said she was thirty-seven Joel gaped in disbelief and then gave a wolf whistle, "Looking good, momma, looking real good." Nancy and Joel talked for a while and then jumped in the pool to splash and play. Over a couple of hours they repeated the talk and play cycle two more times. By twelve-thirty both had plenty of check-the-other-out opportunities without being too obvious and decided what they discovered was just all right by each other. During their last pool splash time, Nancy decided to move things along. Gliding up from beneath Joel, she surfaced, grabbed him by the shoulders, and planted a friendly kiss on his lips. "I'm getting hungry. My dorm is only a block away; where's yours?" Joel accompanied Nancy to her place and waited in the living area while she changed into clothes. Her first thought was no bra, just panties for under, so Joel could see a good bounce. No, that pretty pink matched set will work better, she decided. She brushed her hair into a pony tail, applied a darker shade of lipstick than she normally wore in daytime and picked up her cell phone as she left the bedroom returning to Joel. Nancy heard another wolf whistle and she smiled, then she glanced at her phone, saw she missed a call and knew it was Robert. Oh crap, she said in her mind, I'll call him later. "Let's go get you out of those wet trunks and into something else." A waitress pointed Nancy and Joel to an open booth in the just off campus cafe. "I'll be with you in just a few moments; here are a couple of menus." "Are you starved," Nancy asked, "Or do you want to drink and talk first? I've had their wine here and it is nothing to brag about." Looking up from the menu to her new friend, Nancy continued, "I think I am going to try this right good willy waught." Just then, the waitress arrived for their order. "I'll have a draft beer, but my lady has gone daft on me and is speaking in tongues." Nancy laughed, reached across the table to clasp Joel's hand, looked up to the waitress and pointed to the menu. "I told my date I am having this right good willy waught, this Scottish ale you have here, Belhaven." "One Belhaven and one . . .," waitress noticed Joel holding two fingers and understood immediately, "Two Belhaven ales. Is that willy wack a Belhaven?" Nancy launched into a humorous explanation that included her husband Robert's name, his love of Scots poetry, and the willy waught line in Auld Lang Syne. All the while, Nancy continued her intimate hand holding with Joel, whom young waitress assumed was husband Robert. When the waitress returned with their drinks her mistake became obvious. "Here are your willy ales, Mr. And Mrs. Burns." "Oh no, I confused you sweetie, this is Joel, my date for the afternoon. My husband Robert, and it's Robert and Nancy Winthrop, is at home in Kansas City for the summer while I am here at school." To emphasize her point Nancy pulled Joel close across the booth and gave him a serious kiss. "Joel and I met this morning and are trying to get to know each other better." Nancy still held Joel's hand as she had for the last five or more minutes. As the waitress was about to turn away to other customers, Joel decided he liked Nancy's kiss and returned his lips for another one that lasted longer and was more pressing. Gang Aft Agley Ch. 03 "I like that; you kiss nice. Drink a bit of your ale and then we can try another kiss." Two hours later after two ales, a sandwich and conversation Nancy led Joel on a random stroll across campus with general heading toward her apartment. She still held hands with her new friend, first date, guy. They came upon a bench under a shade tree; Nancy pulled Joel down to sit beside her. She turned to speak, but sound was cut off by a kiss. Nancy opened mouth to hum a word or two, but tongue invaded. Nancy sucked Joel's tongue deep and held him in her mouth. "Oh god you kiss good, uhhhmmm, yes, very good kiss." Nancy's right hand was still holding her date's left, but Joel's right hand now worked from her back, tracing along the band of brassiere to the cloth cup over Nancy's heart. Joel's fingers fixed on fondling breast through blouse and bra. Nancy parted her lips for another kiss. Finally Nancy broke kiss and pushed Joel back. "I have really needed this Saturday, this day away from study. I've been at the books two weeks straight; I'll bet you have too, haven't you?" Nancy saw the nod and heard the yeah she anticipated. Her mind firmed as she continued. "I'm not a giggling bimbo or a cheap slut; I am not looking for a new boyfriend or husband, I love my husband completely. We've had a lot of fun today, Joel, and I want to keep having fun all day and into the night. I'm horny and I want that fun in my bedroom." Joel said his yes with a close body hug and another open mouthed kiss. He stood, took both of Nancy's hands and pulled her to him for another kiss. "Show me your bedroom." Once home, Nancy directed Joel to the bathroom and took the time to text her husband. I LOVE YOU ROBERT, will call tmrw, Luv U! Nancy didn't wait for a reply. She unbuttoned her blouse and put it on her sofa with her shorts and headed for her bedroom to find her stud of the day. Nancy noticed the difference in love making style comparing Joel to Mark. Joel gave more effort to foreplay; he seemed to relish exciting Nancy to fever pitch and keeping her there. He used more than just fingers and mouth. Nancy felt the stubble of his beard climb her spinal ridge and sighed - Yes - More. Somehow Joel even used his chest to stroke and stimulate. His cock became a magic wand that rubbed in many places most men would not, places even Robert had never tried in all of the times they had made love over fifteen years. When it was time for Nancy to put the rubber glove on cock for entry she really wished she could take him bare. The risk was too high; she couldn't endanger herself and family, but that did not stop her desire for direct flesh contact. Joel wasn't as much of a human fuck machine as Mark had been, but his excellence in foreplay made him a much better lover as far as Nancy was concerned. They made love twice before taking a break. Nancy had many lesser orgasms; each time Joel finally jetted to fill his condom Nancy let herself go and wailed her fulfilment. "Whew, that was great, I feel great, you are great, Joel, you were just what I needed today." Nancy rolled on top and looked at her alarm clock. "Oh my goodness, it's almost eight o'clock; we have been screwing each other silly for the last three and a half hours." She rained kisses on her lover's face and torso. In the living room, still nude and cuddled on the sofa, they called for pizza to be delivered. With pizza interlude coming to a close, Joel stuffed a last bite in his mouth, chewed and swallowed. "There are still some condoms in the box, are you too tired to try for one more?" Nancy swallowed her last bite, kissed some sauce off Joel's lip and asked her main question, "Can you spend the night?" When her man indicated he wanted very much to stay over Nancy stood up and then began to pull Joel toward the bedroom. "I think I know how to get you ready to play again." Nancy led this time. She used her body like a snake, slithering all over Joel as if a small animal she would devour. She used her mouth to kiss, and especially to lick, everywhere about her lover's body. When it was time to make sure Joel was at peak for entry, Nancy took penis in her mouth, sucked as much of his shaft as she could take, licked over and around the head, and for good measure swallowed each testicle and thrashed his balls with her tongue. Joel could only cry out this time; he had never known a woman to worship him with her mouth quite like Nancy. With condom finally in place, their third sexing seemed almost anticlimax to all of the foreplay pleasure they had given each other. Nancy ended this round by riding on top. They collapsed together breathing hard. Finally, she was able to lift herself from Joel's cock and remove the sheath of latex that had done its job. Nancy continued her oral exercise; she licked and kissed the cock that had just given her so much pleasure. Once again she ended by kissing the orbs that created the sex juice meant for her body. Still in her mind there was a maybe sometime thought. Nancy disposed of the used rubber, brushed her teeth and returned to bed to snuggle close to her lover with a smile on her face. > > > - - < < < The after work cocktail Robert and Marjorie shared during the week led to a Saturday night dinner and dance date that ended at Robert's home. Robert did find some interesting wrinkles he could explore on Marjorie's thighs and rear cheeks, on her tummy, her areola wrinkled to tight furrows when mildly stimulated, and, of course, the central furrow, wrinkled slice, between her legs. By the time Robert finished all of his explorations Marjorie's central wrinkle was moistening nicely. He bent to lick and taste, "You are delicious." Marjorie appreciated Robert's touch, his words of praise, and most of all his licks and kisses. She was ready for more. "I'm ready, no more teasing. Do me now, Robert; I want what you've got, do me right now." Robert plunged cock straight in to the hilt. "Ahhhhh, yes, yes, yes! That is so good; do me, fuck me." Marjorie spent the night wrapped in her partner's arms. Robert brought her to orgasm three times before he finished. She understood what the young girls in the office were talking about over afternoon coffee. Robert was a very talented and thoughtful lover. One night was not going to be enough; maybe she should do something she rarely did with any man and invite him to share her bed. Marjorie gave one last kiss and drifted off to sleep and pleasant dreams. As he felt the warm woman beside him relax to deep sleep Robert considered his situation. He had sex with two of the younger women in his office, but had not spent the night with either. With Marjorie it was almost assumed that she would sleep beside him and they would wake together the next morning. Does that mean something? Is Marjorie sleeping here in my arms good or bad? Robert didn't try to answer his mental questions. He kissed his bed mate lightly and joined her in restful sleep. > > > - - < < < Mmmmm -- I want in -- into my dream -- mmmmmmmmmmm yesss let me kiss too. It's so real; I can feel him; let me hold him; I want my legs around you too. Come closer; let me feel you. Nancy's mind came half way from sleep to consciousness, and her lips reached for the lips loving her in her sleep. Next to Nancy in her bed, not husband Robert but Joel, lover of less than a day, and he was no more fully awake. Joel too was kissing a dream; he was holding a dream; Joel felt himself loving a dream woman next to him in dream's bed. He entered her sex and found her warm, moist and wanting him. Joel made love just as almost awake as Nancy. When partner's legs wrapped around and between, Joel complemented her body. He felt need to become one in his dream. Hips thrust forward searching for the special warmth he knew he would find. Thrust was accepted and matched; they joined locked together in the misty lust of dreamland, half asleep yet half awake. Each came to orgasm together as well, not wild, thrashing, screaming orgasm but simple and satisfying relief of their sexual need. Nancy and Joel satisfied their sexual need reaching only a half awake and aware state and then returned to slumber while remaining intertwined. Sun peaking around gaps in the curtains was next to excite senses. Nancy's eyelids fluttered and then snapped open. Her other senses came alive as well. She could feel him, but who was him? She looked and saw not Robert; yes, Joel, that's it, he is Joel and he is sleeping beside me, almost inside me. He was there all night; we are still all tangled together. I liked sleeping with Joel like this. Nancy's mind finally gathered full function of a new day. She gently lifted the sheet to look at four legs twisted together, two mid sections pressed tight if not joined. Nancy closed her eyes and remembered at least a sketch of a middle of the night love match. Joel was still asleep with a smile on his face. He's sort of cute, Nancy thought, and remembering back to yesterday's early evening sex she also rated him a very good lover. You did get the bareback sex you wanted, but you slept through it and have no idea what it was like, do you? Slowly Nancy untangled her legs from Joel; her lightest possible kiss did not awaken him. After bathroom duty, Nancy started coffee and waited for the water to drip through. She didn't realize Joel was even up until she felt his hand stroking her flank. "A beautiful woman making morning coffee to serve nude to her lover must be a sign that there really is a god. Is today Sunday?" Nancy turned and reached to find a semi-stiff cock with her hand. "You win the grand prize bold sir, the grandest prize of all." "And what might that prize be?" "Why, kisses from me until the coffee is ready, of course, and then the first cup of the finest coffee served in this house." Nancy began kissing before Joel could say another word. The new lovers sat side-by-side on stools at the counter drinking coffee and sharing a muffin Nancy had in her fridge. Every so often one or the other would initiate a kiss. Finally Nancy put focus on the day. "Joel, I would love to spend today with you in bed just the way we did yesterday, but I can only afford one day to goof off. You probably have to study the same as me. How about once more in bed and then let's go our separate ways." Joel drained his cup of coffee and reached out for Nancy to lead her away. Nancy leaned against her lover on the way back to bed. "You know we did it raw in the middle of the night?" She heard a mumbled response that was sort of yes, sort of oh yeah and sort of sorry I didn't mean for that to happen. "It's all right. I had been wanting to all day. I'm glad it happened naturally. Now we can finally do it without those damned condoms." Doing without translated to doing everything as many times and with as much enthusiasm as possible. Nancy offered each of her breasts for sucking and marking. She returned the symbolism on her partner's neck and shoulder. "I want to taste you all the way. Feed me your cock and cum." Joel did his best to devour Nancy's pussy. After Nancy sucked him off and then up again, they began their sexing missionary, switched to side saddle and finished on hands and knees with doggie style screwing. For more than an hour the two sexual gymnasts writhed and flailed at each other. They ended up screwing on the floor wrapped in sheets they pulled from bed. Finally they finished, sated. They showered together. Nancy put on a big top and a pair of cotton panties as Joel dressed in yesterday's clothes. She walked him to the door to say goodbye. Joel tried to arrange a future meeting. "No Joel. It has been great, but I am not looking for an affair. I am not going to have time for us to get together again. You have been great in every way. Some girl is going to be very happy to find you." She walked him halfway down the sidewalk until Nancy realized she wasn't dressed for outside. "Kiss me one last time." Nancy decided to nuke the last bit of coffee in the microwave before she tried again to call Robert. Talking to him will be easier if I have something in my hands. She felt guilty about her time with Joel yesterday and then again this morning; her guilt not about Joel but about how much she had let herself go and enjoyed making love with a guy she only met yesterday. I'll try the house first and see if he's home, Nancy decided, as she finally pushed her home's speed dial number. Ring -- Ring -- Ring . . . . > > > - - < < < Robert heard his phone ring as he was about to walk Marjorie out to the cab he had called to take her home this Sunday morning. His first impulse was let the machine answer, but he and Nancy had been missing connections all weekend. What would she think if he didn't answer? He saw that it was his wife. "Good morning, my love. You've caught me in the midst of something. Can I call you back in just five minutes?" Nancy assumed she had caught her husband doing what she had just finished. She decided coy was the best approach. "Will she be satisfied if you finish in five minutes?" "It's not that, really; I just need to finish this one thing. I'll tell all in five, okay?" They agreed, he hung up the phone and walked Marjorie to the cab holding her by the waist all the way. As he opened a rear door he gave a lover's kiss before helping her to be seated. "I'll call you this afternoon." Robert gave the driver a twenty for the fare and waved goodbye as cabbie drove away. What a weekend, Robert thought as he walked his sidewalk to the door, Marjorie may have a few years on me but she is really a tigress in bed when she gets going. Marjorie played seducer this morning. She did everything. Robert knew oral sex; Nancy was an expert as far as he was concerned. Nancy had never kissed and probed with tongue back there to get him hard again but Marjorie sure did. I know I have tiger claw streaks on my back where she raked me with her nails just to have the pain make me climb the walls. No more young girls for me; I want an experienced pro like Marjorie. If this is my summer to be a bachelor and explore, I am going to do my exploration with her. Robert moved absentminded toward the wall telephone in the kitchen in order to return Nancy's call but then his mind engaged. This may be a long call, he thought, she wanted to talk Friday night and then we have missed each other because I was with Marjorie all weekend. She may have been with someone too. He poured a too early but-what-the-hell scotch rocks and decided to call from the family room. When Nancy answered she first heard: Gang Aft Agley Ch. 03 Nancy sucked another mouthful of yogurt from her spoon. She wriggled her tongue and pushed just the tip out between her lips. Sucking this yogurt down is causing Joel to come back in my mind. That one time I sucked him completely he had a tart but sweet taste. I wonder if James tastes like Joel? I wonder if he would let me find out? Nancy switched food and took a big bite from her apple and chewed with vigorous relish. "What thoughts are rumbling through that pretty brain of yours, little lady?" "Pretty brain, hah, just grey matter, folded grey matter. What's running around in my brain causing this smile; is that what you are looking for? Erotic thoughts, I have nothing but erotic thoughts in my mind. As soon as we finish lunch I will have to remember that I am a fifth grade teacher and banish my erotic thoughts. "I will have to drag out eating my lunch then, pretty lady, because you look enchanting, delightful, even sensual, with that mysterious look you are wearing." Nancy reached across the table to grasp James's hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. She squeezed hand tight. Her smile deepened and she raised her eyes to catch his and hold them. Nancy remembered holding hands at lunch with Joel Saturday just as she was doing now with James. She continued to hold and felt James give her hand a tender squeeze. Lunch partner watched lips purse as he received an air kiss that made him blush. "We best finish our lunch and get on to study time." The student friends studied together well into the evening that Monday, and every day that week. They also ate lunch together daily. Nancy enjoyed making James blush Monday so she made some effort to redden his cheeks every day at lunch and other times if she could find a way. In her bed Thursday night she thought about her teasing of James this week. It would almost seem like I am trying to seduce him. I'm not though; I am not really trying to seduce James, just playing a game with him. What is seduction but a stylized form of game playing with a goal of in-to-bed; maybe I am trying to seduce him to my bed and I didn't even realize, she thought. With brain too active for sleep, Nancy decided to have a glass of wine. She paced circles around her small living space as she drank her wine. Why not James? I could invite him here and make more of an overture, an invitation. I could see if he tastes as sweetly tart as I imagine when I am having my yogurt. I'll try to think of a way tomorrow. Yes, Nancy said aloud to the no one with her in her apartment. I seduced Mark with sun tan lotion and Joel in the swimming pool; what would work with James? I should have brought at least one of my sexy nightgowns with me this summer. With mind settled, Nancy slept like a baby all through the night. Nancy left her second Friday class early to shop at the local Victoria's Secret. She told James that their lunch today would be delayed an hour because she had some vital shopping to get done. When a VS sales lady offered her help Nancy decided woman surely had more experience selecting seductive wear than she. With limited time available, Nancy didn't dwell over style; she decided one of each. She left the store with a sheer pink baby doll style that had push up cups at bodice and a ruffle at bottom that almost obscured matching sheer panties. Nancy also bought a waltz length gown and robe not quite as sheer but still very sexy in a pale yellow color. Her last purchase was a dramatic black floor length gown with slit to show her legs and lace cups giving a hint of breast. The black nightgown was obviously for sex and seduction alone. Nancy knew it would feel delicious to wear and she was sure it would be irresistible to any man who saw it on her. What would James think of her selections? By the time Nancy reached their regular lunch spot she'd firmly decided that James would get an offer he just could not refuse. He already had a table with his lunch arrayed but untouched. Nancy left her Victoria's Secret boxes blatantly in view as she went to purchase her lunch. To her usual yogurt, apple and juice she added a banana - a long and curved perfectly shaped banana. "Your critical shopping trip included Victoria's Secret, three boxes worth of VS unmentionables?" "Yes. Oh yes, sure did. Want me to show you what's in the boxes?" "No, not here, a cafeteria isn't the place for a fashion show. You'll need some place a little more discrete, don't you think?" While Nancy and James were playing word games about the contents of her shopping boxes, Nancy played a visual game eating her lunch. The supporting actor in her play was Mr. Banana. She was extravagant with her motion as she peeled it; her first act involved dipping banana into the yogurt so she could lick the creamy sauce from the tip. The second act had about two inches in her mouth with her tongue making circles all around. Nancy watched James carefully as she licked her banana; his brow moistened with perspiration. Nancy set the head of the banana in her yogurt container as she picked up the conversation about where she could or should have a fashion show. "James, I think you should come over to my place this evening. Bring your laptop and we can study there just as well as the library. I'll show you what I bought today at Victoria's and if you're good I'll even model one for you." Her study partner pointed out that they might not get a lot of studying if she was also going to model her Secrets, but Nancy pooh-poohed his suggestion. She kept up her campaign with words and obscene eating gestures until James finally gave in. When he agreed to Nancy's wish she dipped banana in her yogurt one last time, licked the sauce and then bite-by-bite ate Mr. Banana completely. In fact they did nothing but study from seven o'clock when James pressed the buzzer to announce his arrival until almost ten when Nancy stood up to stretch her muscles and yawn. "Break time, do you want another coffee or I am having a glass of white wine?" "Maybe I had better go. It is getting late; I'm sure you'll need your beauty rest." "Nonsense, I am pretty enough as is and I never wanted to try for beauty. We still haven't done the Vee Ess fashion show either. You do want to see what I bought today, don't you?" James knew he was trapped; he also knew this trap was not a bad situation to be ensnared. "Okay, since you insist. I've had enough coffee already. I'll take what you're having." He stood too and stretched. Nancy gave him a quick hug and let go to pour two glasses of wine. Handing a glass of wine to her friend, Nancy told him she would bring out her purchases so they could take a look. "I'll answer one question before you ask; all three boxes have nightgowns in them. You don't have to look at any bra and panty stuff." Nancy opened the box with the long black gown, held it against her torso to show it off and then spread it over the back of the sofa. "What do you think?" "It's dramatic and sexy; the guy you wear that one for will have a hard time controlling himself." "That is exactly what it is supposed to do, have my man out of control and want to ravish me." Next Nancy held up the yellow gown and robe set; James commented favourably about the look of the sheer peignoir overlay. When he saw Nancy holding the pink baby doll nightie against her chest his jaw dropped. It clearly would not cover all of the essential parts beside which everything that was covered would be visible anyway. "It doesn't cover anything, Nancy, nothing at all." "That's why it comes with these matching panties, see?" Nancy shook the panties that were still connected to the main piece. James shook his head, but he grinned. "Just who are you going to wear these sexy things for here at school, young lady?" "Silly, who do you think? I bought them to wear for you. Which one do you want me to start with tonight, pink, black or yellow?" James realized he had been had as the saying goes, totally hoodwinked by this sexy fifth grade teacher. He smiled; being had in this sense was an okay event that almost any man would relish. "Come here and let me give you a hug then you can decide which to show me first." Nancy accepted the hug and gave a gentle kiss in return before retiring to her bedroom with the three nightgowns. At bedroom door she called over her shoulder, "Find some mood music on the radio and turn out some of the lights for a romantic look." Ten minutes later, Nancy returned wearing her long black one. She sauntered directly to James, twisted to show off all around, and then gave a steamy kiss. While kissing she took one of his hands and ran hand over her gown covered torso. "It feels good, doesn't it, I feel good wearing this gown and you feel great touching me. Use both hands and touch me anywhere." Nancy moved hands and arms away from her body to give James access. Nancy modelled the other two gowns in turn. As expected, the pink baby doll was the most wicked to wear. Both enjoyed the blatant way her sexy body parts reached out visually and attracted James hands as exciting tools. When she asked which she should wear to bed James selected the most modest, the yellow one. Nancy changed into her yellow gown and left the other two on the sofa as she led her newest lover to her bed. Love making with James was just so totally amazing. When Nancy and Robert had sex it was almost always a loving expression of the way they felt about one another. Mark had fucked her pure and simple. In athletic sex terms, he was the best of her current sex partners. Mark was hard of body and hard of cock. His cock was stiffer than any she ever had, and the ways his stiff cock excited her inside were beyond compare. With all of his physical talents Mark came in last as lover. Nancy thought Joel had been a pretty good lover; she knew with more experience together he probably would be excellent, almost in league with Robert. James even shifted Joel down the list as sex partner. Nancy tried to remember back to her first times with Robert. She knew, even with the incipient love between them, their first efforts were nowhere near as beautiful as the love making she shared her first time with James. It wasn't that James was more fit, larger of cock or more stiff; in truth he seemed to be a little smaller than Robert down there. That age was beginning to tax the body stiffness of younger times was clear. However, James knew just how to play her body to slowly build to unbearable excitement, Nancy recognized. He kissed her everywhere, but Robert did that too. James kisses, however, seemed to have a variable intensity: sometimes gentle, sometimes demanding, sometimes his kiss just drew whatever body part toward him as his own. Nancy decided she would let this man kiss her anywhere, everywhere, any time. James technique included more than kisses. He hummed sexy words, sexy sounds directly to her ear, and other surprising places. He talked to her erogenous spots as though they answered him and with them he understood a special language. When James hummed his special song directly to Nancy's love button she went crazy in mind and body. James also blew his breath softly over skin he dampened with licks to spawn small patches of pleasure. That was how James made Nancy's left nipple, the one near her heart, stand so tall and begging for greater attention with only one quick taste for moisture and then agonizing minutes of stimulation exhaled from his core. James did everything he could to excite Nancy as they made love. He understood his physical limit was once a night for penetration. He extended foreplay, after play, during play to an art Nancy had never imagined. He didn't need the blatant visual stimulation of her new pink gown or the sophisticated sensual elegance of the black. Their weeks of beside-one-another study time seemed to be all James needed to have a complete understanding of Nancy's sexual psyche. He removed the yellow gown before they made love, and just as gently dressed her in that same gown to sleep when they finished. Both halves of the sated couple slept spoon close through the night. > > > - - < < < Robert retrieved his spare razor from his travel kit. He already had his own designated brush for Marjorie's electric toothbrush. It had not taken long to come to an understanding. Tuesday and Wednesday nights would be spent at Marjorie's condo. Robert would bring an extra suit to work Tuesday so it never looked as though he hadn't been home. He left a few dress shirts with his summer lover; she sent the worn ones to her cleaner each week and they were ready for Robert the following week. Marjorie bought several modest gifts for her lover, some designer ties and decorative kerchiefs for his lapel pockets. These stayed at her home too. Robert examined Marjorie's home for any hint of another male presence from earlier times but could see none. He had to ask, "Marjorie, there is no hint that any other man has ever been here; why do you want these things of mine hanging around reminding you of someone so short term?" "You aren't the only man to ever be in my home; I'm sure you understand that much. You are the only man, I mean that sincerely, to spend the night in my home, in my bed." Marjorie paused for a moment to think through her reasoning. "I know we only have these few weeks, this summer, together. I want the memory to last. I don't have any intention that you are the first of many, several, even a few." She pulled Robert close for a kiss. "I expect it will be a long time, if ever, before another man gets the chance to match what you have been giving me in this summer love romance." This time Robert pulled Marjorie close for a very ardent lengthy kiss. Weekends, Friday evening until late Sunday, meant romp around Robert's bedroom. Robert told Marjorie not to worry about a strange car parked in the driveway overnight. He and Nancy were being modern adults about this summer and their summer relationships. Robert no longer dated any of the younger clerical staff. He no longer had to play the seduction game. Marjorie and he became a couple temporary, and both enjoyed a very satisfying sexual summer. When Marjorie returned home late every Sunday she left no trace of any woman having been with Robert in his home except her lingering fragrance. Robert's weekends with Marjorie always followed a set routine. Friday evening they had dinner in his dining room. Sometimes Robert cooked; sometimes it was take out or home delivery from some of the better restaurants in the area. They followed dinner with a glass or two of wine and conversation in the family room before both showered away the day's activity residue and changed into pyjamas. Their routine was invariable; after their shower Robert settled Marjorie into his favourite chair in the family room with another glass of wine. She would sit quietly and observe. Robert continued his every Friday ritual talking with daughter Leezabad, reciting some of her favourite Rabbie Burns verses, and then wishing his Leezabad goodnight with a sound kiss across the telephone lines. Most often, Leezabad requested her favourite poem, To A Mountain Daisy: Gang Aft Agley Ch. 03 The next morning returning from laps more thoughts floated by. This walk is my only private time. I am with James the rest of the day. Robert is getting ready for work right this minute. Leezabad is probably still asleep. Carla will be getting her up soon though. I wonder, will James stay over tonight? Did Robert have someone in his bed last night, in our bed, yes in our bed. I really do hope James does sleep with me tonight. James is the reason I never have only me alone time. Nancy bumped into her door on autopilot and laughed at herself when she realized she had been daydreaming. Her classes beckoned. James did spend the night; they shared a cup of coffee at six a.m. before Nancy chased him away to get her morning exercise in the pool. Nancy pulled herself from the water with a bounce. Bending over to gather her towel and things she heard a male whistle. Someone either really thinks I'm hot or hasn't been laid lately. Without looking she waved over her shoulder and walked away. I had my lover with me last night. I don't need a whistle or even look to see if some guy wants my attention. Once more her daydreaming took control. I only have James for four more weeks. Robert and I sort of agreed to no affairs, no attachment relationships. I sleep better and get more rest with James in my bed. At that thought, Nancy gave a small two footed jump of joy and broke into a skipping down the lane walk. Friday morning Nancy's daydreaming came to a point. I really am not going to be happy with just four more weeks. I know Robert and I agreed to Labor Day as the end. Why can't I have just a little more. Why can't I have just a little bit of James from now on? I took my veil off at my wedding and gave to Robert as a symbol of honesty. I want more of James. I must, I just must be honest with Robert; I must make my Robert see that James is not a threat. At her door Nancy stared at the knob, stared at the key in her hand. Aloud now speaking to no one, "What in the name of all stars in the sky and other gods on earth do I do to resolve my dilemma?" > > > - - < < < As end of summer approached no dilemmas were resolved. Robert had his week vacation with Leezabad at Branson and he relished having his precious daughter at his side after a summer apart. Because Leezabad had sprouted several inches as children that age do, Robert enlisted Marjorie as a good friend to help with new clothes shopping for the young girl. After their shopping day, Robert and Marjorie managed a night time romp when the young girl went to bed with Leezabad being none-the-wiser. James became mother's study partner as explanation of why he spent so many evenings with them after Robert delivered Leezabad for her last bit of summer vacation. The cramping of style and relationship was a problem for both Nancy and James. They could not come to a method that gave them privacy from Nancy's little girl. Their summer ended with frustration; they agreed to keep in close communication and work out their mutual problem. Nancy did manage a half hour together with her summer lover the day before going home. James held her close and squeezed tight. He quickly grew erect and Nancy felt his hardness press her. She thrust tongue as far into her man's mouth as she could reach. Their hands held each other tight. There wasn't much time available; shirts stayed on and got rumpled. All clothes lower went to the floor. They sexed standing and clutching each other. That was all they had time and space for; stand-up-sex would have to be enough. Nancy closed their summer in a way she had been avoiding until now. "I love you James. I love you and I want more of us together. Somehow I want more and we will have our time. I know we will." The next day Nancy packed her belongings in her car. She and Leezabad drove home to the city. The Winthrop family summer adventure had come to an end. Gang Aft Agley Ch. 04 Author's Notes: Gang Aft Agley is a work of fiction, no characters or situations have any basis in known persons. The story continues the theme I generally use, that of a happily married couple wherein the wife attempts to add a lover to the family mix. In this story the couple has a girl child. Let me be very clear, the child is not involved in any way in any sexual activities of her mother or father. She is simply part of the family. A few of the many poems of the great Scots bard Robert Burns are used as a device to carry the plot in this story. They are gathered from an excellent website of the British Broadcasting Corporation dedicated to the work and life of Burns: here. In addition to the text, Burns poems and songs are available aurally as read by very notable British persons including some by HRH Charles, Prince of Wales. At least two of the poems used in this story are also available by various artists on YouTube.Com, Ae Fond Kiss and My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose. Gang Aft Agley is written in four chapters and each will be submitted simultaneously. Publication schedule, of course, lies with Literotica editors. CHAPTER FOUR -- AFTERMATH Robert waited with anticipation for his girls; he opened the front door as soon as he saw his wife's car turn into their driveway. Leezabad almost couldn't wait. She began to unclip her seatbelt before her Momma had the car stopped. An adult hand pressed her back into the seat. "Wait, you know better. Your Dada wants you to be safe first." Nancy relaxed as she shifted to PARK, "Okay Leezabad." Daughter jumped from the car, ran to her Dada and jumped to him. Robert caught her and they hugged tight. Leezabad was all words and hugs trying to greet her father; it had been all of two weeks since she had spent a week of vacation with just the two of them. By now Nancy was out of the car and beside them at the door. She made a three way hug, kissed Robert on his cheek because that was all she could easily reach, and tucked her head on husband's shoulder. "I'm glad to be home too," she said softly. Robert put Leezabad down and turned to his wife for a real homecoming kiss. Iced tea and snacks awaited travellers in the kitchen; unloading the car could wait for a while. Nancy kicked off her shoes and wandered through her home. She needed to restore memories, to rebuild her space. Wriggle toes in the living room's carpet pile; look at the photographs on the wall. There's Robert and I on our wedding day, and Leezabad's birth picture in the hospital the day she was born. Nancy twirled and her eyes took in the familiar of her life. "It just feels good to be home," she almost yelled. Robert stood in the entrance to the living room smiling at his wife. They locked eyes and he held his arms wide beckoning. Nancy ran to her husband's arms. "It feels especially good to be home with you my husband. I can hardly wait until tonight. I am going to ravish you in our bed. We need to make up for a summer apart." Leezabad cooperated. She was tired from vacation and travel. Yawns broke out shortly after dinner. Bath and bed came half an hour early for the youngest Winthrop. "Nightgown or none? I'll dress just for you or gladly go natural." "Let's just do a come as you are party. Last one in is an I don't know what." One night together couldn't make up for a summer apart, but Nancy tried; Robert tried as well. Their first together was frantic; husband and wife sexed like they hadn't been together in months. They hadn't been in bed together since May and it was now the end of August, months. Neither partner wanted to prolong their first time. When through they held one another and kissed. Kiss and cuddle led to recovery for Robert's erection. The second love making was just that; Robert very slowly, lovingly, enflamed passion in his wife. Nancy responded to her mounting passion with kisses, touches and loving words. Both man and woman reached climax together. They lay beside one another holding hands and breathing hard. "I know I am home. We can save some for tomorrow night. I love you Robert Winthrop; I love you so much." Nancy felt no guilt pledging her love. Her feelings toward her Robert were absolute. Tonight she had no summer lover; James didn't exist. Robert kept Nancy close as if she might get away. He dwelled in his mind on tonight and the summer now past. There just is no comparison to sleeping the night with a woman you know you love as to a woman you know you are not allowed to love. Nancy fixed a big Sunday morning family breakfast; three at the table felt so right. Adults wanted time to read the Sunday paper; Leezabad asked for permission to go next door to renew a friendship. "Just one hour, honey, then you and I need to put all of your things away and get you ready for school this week." While helping her daughter organize her clothes Nancy noticed several new outfits hanging in the closet. She was surprised that Robert would take their daughter shopping for anything more than play clothes. "Did your Dada buy you some new school outfits?" "Yes, Momma, just a few though. He said I grew too much to wear my old clothes." Leezabad posed, "He is right; can't you tell?" Nancy could tell; she had made a scene over her daughter's growth when Leezabad came to Nancy after her vacations with everyone else. She was still surprised that Robert would think of school clothes or even have enough sense of what kids should wear to help Leezabad pick out what clothes to buy. Nancy said as much to her daughter. "Oh, Miss Marjorie went with us. She's one of Dada's friends. She was more helpful than Dada picking clothes, but his credit card did help too." Nancy chuckled; her daughter was growing up fast. Leezabad already knew about twisting her Dada's credit card around her little fingers. I will have to ask Robert a few questions about Miss Marjorie, was Nancy's first thought, and then James came to her mind. I have things to tell him and purchases to reveal as well. Later that evening Nancy told Robert his daughter paid him a woman's complement. "A what? A woman's complement, what is that? She's still my little girl." "She said you were pretty good with your credit card when shopping for clothes." Mother and father had a hearty laugh about daughter's so called complement. "Seriously Robert, you are going to have to get beyond the she's my little girl phase. Our daughter becomes a teenager this coming Saturday. If we don't have much grey hair now they will surely begin popping out on both of us at our daughter's coming antics." "You're right, but until Saturday she is still my little girl. How often do I have to check for your grey?" Nancy slapped her husband's shoulder in playful fashion. "Seriously, thank you for taking Leezabad shopping for school clothes. She really has grown, hasn't she? It was good thinking to get Marjorie to help." Nancy decided to limit mention of the woman who was most likely Robert's summer romance to one benign reference. Robert did not say a word at first; he quietly reached for Nancy's hand but didn't respond for a minute or two. Finally, "Leezabad did need the clothes and it was the best I could think of to spend a weekend with her, Marjorie I mean. She was better equipped than I even though she has never had children." Robert gave the hand he held a squeeze. "I did wield a mean credit card though; Leezabad was right about that much." "I understand, Robert, I introduced James as my study partner. He was that, of course, and the best I could have paired up with. He also became my lover for much of the summer. We had to limit ourselves to study while Leezabad was with me." Since Sexy Couples started their summer adventure they decided the TV show would be a good trigger to start telling each other about their separate vacation partners. Both Robert and Nancy openly acknowledged taking advantage of their special summer rule. They could sleep with chests bared if not souls completely open. Nancy left her new nightgowns in her chest of drawers, slept nude with her husband and used some of the new techniques she had learned with James. Robert noticed. After their second time this Sunday night he whispered, "You took at least one more graduate course you didn't plan for. I may send you back next year." He was kidding but he did sleep with a satisfied smile. "If you think I am getting stale and boring let me know. Maybe I can dream up something without going back to school." On her way to school, her work, Monday morning, Nancy considered her weekend. It went well, she thought on first blush. I didn't realize just how much I missed Robert, how much I missed all three of us together, until I returned home and once again have all of us as a core to my life. Was I just using James as a Robert surrogate? Her comparison of James with Robert brought to mind her husband's bedroom complement. I did develop some new bedroom skills this summer making love so often and in so many new ways with James. I'll have to be very careful telling Robert about my time with James. That thought, be careful telling Robert about James, Nancy reached with no devious motive. With that reservation she did, however, take back the veil given to her husband on their wedding day. The public declaration to husband, family and friends to: let nothing ever come between the honesty and love I give to you now and forever - keep this veil; I want no shield; now had a fog of less than full disclosure descending. Nancy parked in the school lot and strolled toward the entrance. Arriving at work on these teachers-only days always gave her the impression of a sterile school. There should be children. There will be Wednesday; I will have a new batch of young faces and minds to guide. Nancy smiled at that thought then stopped her walk. She said aloud to the sky, "I still want James, not often, not every day or week. I still want to be with him. I want more than sex with James." She almost shouted, "I want to love him." "Nancy, Nancy; are you all right?" "Oh, hi Jane, yes I'm fine. I was just talking to myself about starting the new school year. I'm either growing old or going crazy." Nancy had no qualms about her fib, a small white lie, to one of her teacher associates. For Nancy the rest of the week was a scurry of getting a week of school start-up tasks finished in two days plus getting everything needed for Leezabad's first teenage birthday party. Nancy was busy but, in comparison to her just completed summer school workload, it was a breeze. The organization skills she developed to cope with classes had practical benefit. Tuesday morning Robert deliberately ran into Marjorie at the office coffee pot. Prior Tuesdays he would have an extra suit on a hanger in his car and Tuesday night he wouldn't go home. He wanted to tell Marjorie that he would miss his time with her. He wanted to suggest after work cocktails as a sometime substitute. Marjorie was emphatic. "No Robert! Not just no but hell no. Is that clear?" "I had hoped . . . ." Whatever Robert hoped just tailed off; he couldn't form his desire to a request that he would allow himself to voice. "Our time together this summer was far too important for me to cheapen to a workplace affair Robert. I will not be involved in any way with endangering your marriage." Robert listened and nodded. He understood and in many respects agreed with Marjorie, but he wanted some small part of what they shared for the last six weeks to continue. "I care for you too much Robert; please don't bring us up again." > > > - - < < < Sexy Couples was a rerun Friday night and it hadn't been one of the most interesting the first time they watched. Instead of television's sexy spice, it was time for Nancy and Robert's erotic experiences this summer to share the light of exposure. After talking through the mechanics of telling, they decided Nancy should start with her first boyfriend and then Robert would tell all about his first girlfriend. Nancy twirled the parts of her pink bikini in her left hand. "Do you know what this is?" Robert couldn't quite make out what his wife was twirling until he reached to stop it. When he determined it was a bathing suit he had never seen he still didn't get her point. "You bought a new bikini? I knew you bought something at Victoria's Secret when I paid the bills last month." "This isn't just any bikini honey it is a certified stud magnet; it snatches every guy's attention and holds on tight. Eyeballs and other parts pop out when I wear this stud magnet bikini." Nancy told her story about Mark, the pink bikini, sun tan lotion and making her decision to send him for beer to lure Mark to her apartment, ultimately to her bed. She wanted to try her luck, use the adventure permission she had for the summer, and she wanted to see if she could seduce a handsome student several years younger. "I did it honey; I sure did seduce him with this pink bikini and the way I used it to show myself. I knew when I put the beer in the fridge and saw the box of condoms in the sack alongside the beer that I had him made." Robert's jaw dropped a bit but then he laughed as he took the bikini from his wife. "It was more than this bikini honey; I think your body underneath these little scraps is what did the seduction. How many condoms did you use with this Mark guy?" "Oh, just three; there were still plenty when he left." "If he used three condoms it sure sounds like you picked the right guy." Robert tried to sound cheerful with his comment but the shadow of concern on his face was apparent. "If a hard body, a big hard dick, and being able to give a girl a good screw time after time was my most important thing you would probably be right to worry about Mark. He gave some of my most incredible orgasms ever. His cock always stayed hard when he rubbed those special places inside. Physically he was just about the best I've ever had." Nancy saw the truth wasn't at all reassuring to her husband. "Robert, my love, you have nothing at all to worry about with Mark or any man who performs the way he does. When he filled that third condom, he dressed, kissed me goodbye and walked out the door and out of my world. There was no hint of cuddle, not even a squeeze and a hug." As if to demonstrate her point, Nancy leaned close and wrapped her husband close to her body. "I need some of this as much as I need a hard screw. A man has to be more than his dick. You have both; you have everything I need and want." She leaned her head in as close to Robert as she could get and breathed in their togetherness. "Want me to model my stud magnet bikini for you while you tell me about your first chickie?" A few minutes passed before Nancy pranced into view bouncing in her pink bikini. She gave a hop in front of Robert to bounce her boobies, made a half twirl to show off her back side, and then took her husband's breath away when she bent and touched her toes. Robert made a wooo, wooo, wooo hooting sound that caused Nancy to shush him. "Don't wake Leezabad." Hubby reached for wife's pink hips and kissed her navel in surrender. "Okay, time for you to tell all. What was her name, where did you meet her, who did what to who?" Nancy curled onto the sofa beside her husband and kissed his ear. She knew that would get his blood racing even faster. Robert began his story talking about many of the younger girls in the office taking a new interest in him as summer began. "One or more of the clerical support girls always appeared at the coffee pot when I went to get a cup. Along with cream and sugar I always got a big smile and a bit of conversation. It seemed as though the office girls knew I was single." He kissed Nancy before continuing. "Without you around the conversation was nice, welcomed. I guess I started to return their flirting." "The first girl was Angela; she is about thirty, a brunette with a great figure. Angela really has a nice pair of knockers and a tight rear end. She must hit the gym regularly." Robert told of the three dates; the last ending with taking Angela home and she showing her bedroom. He also made clear to Nancy that he didn't spend the night with her, and didn't date Angela again. "Angela must have talked to all of her friends on the support staff and given them the word that Robert was pretty good in the bedroom. I was hit on almost every day after my date with her." Nancy had heard enough. She didn't want to compete with the memories of younger, hard-bodied, available girls who worked with her husband every day. She stood and called over her shoulder as she walked off, "Do you think you could help me get this suit off when we get to our bedroom?" > > > - - < < < The Winthrop's couldn't spend their time obsessing over their sexual adventures during the past summer. Both had lives to live, a household to operate and a daughter to parent, raise and love. A time management issue Nancy had to face was completion of her degree thesis. She finished all research and reviewed results and the outline with her professor during the summer. She still had to submit the final draft to her professor and then defend her work before her committee. One evening they talked through the entire process. Robert recalled when he did much the same work but as a full time student. He knew how busy Nancy would be this fall and was supportive. "I've got another school issue that has just come up," Nancy interjected, "I've been nominated to represent our county to the state elementary teacher's council. It's an honor, but will take some time; a weekend every month is what I've been told." Robert expressed his pride, but both worried about time demands. It was Robert who suggested Nancy try it for a year but see if there could be an alternate representative if she got bogged down. Nancy never did hint that James was the one who nominated her to the council because he was a member. When James and Nancy discussed the possibility during an afternoon phone call they thought it would give them a regular time to be together with no questions raised. Once again Nancy had no qualms about the veil of secrecy she allowed to cloud over her relationship with her summer lover. One short summer with James was not going to be enough. The following Friday evening, with Leezabad asleep after Robert once again recited the long poem about the mountain flower, it was time to continue stories of summer sexual adventure. Nancy decided to clear up one of her husband's misunderstandings. She wore the very sexy long black nightgown she purchased while at school. "The bikini you thought came from VS I actually bought at the college store. They sell much more than books these days. This is what I bought from Victoria. I realized I didn't pack any of my sexy nighties, and after what I am going to tell you now I knew that was a mistake. A girl just never can tell when she will want to wear something soft and filmy." Robert was impressed with her choice of sexy looking nightwear. "You may as well go first again since you're dressed for sex. My story tonight will be just about a repeat of last week." "Do you remember the weekend we played phone tag? That was when I did my second seduction." Nancy told how she was lonely and missing her family. When she couldn't get in touch with Robert she went to the pool looking for any good looking guy and found Joel. Telling about her afternoon and evening with number two came off without a hitch. As far as Nancy was concerned, Joel was a better lover than Mark, but she didn't have to describe his attributes in ways threatening to her husband. She did, however, stretch reality for an inconsequential part of her tale. Gang Aft Agley Ch. 04 "After we did the first two times we decided to order a pizza. That's when I knew I should have packed another nightgown. I had to wear a baggy T shirt or get fully dressed. Joel did spend the night with me. I told you that much when we finally talked Sunday morning." Nancy knew buying the nightgowns had nothing to do with Joel and everything to do with seducing James. Part of her mind wondered why she wove the nightgowns into the Joel part of her story but she decided to let the reason slide. It just wasn't that important to her or to Robert. Nancy also decided not to use much time telling details of her time with Joel. She was ready to have her husband in bed. She left out their bareback sex session in the middle of the night, and let Robert assume Nancy's morning finale was with a covered cock as well. It took Robert almost no time to tell of his second lady. He too wanted to get his wife into bed in that enticing gown she was wearing. Both Nancy and Robert had their desires satisfied. Robert thought his wife was the most beautiful woman in the world stretched out for him on white sheets in black nightgown. Reflecting backward on the third Friday night revelations of summer adventure, Nancy realized that she and her husband both downplayed their long term romances. She described James mostly as study partner she slept with for sex when she missed Robert and wanted a warm male body beside her at night. Screwing was afterthought; Nancy never did describe in detail the wonders of foreplay James gave her body or some of the new to her techniques she had already shared with her husband. Robert did admit that Friday nights Marjorie always took her place in the master bedroom, but explained that choice as more convenient so he could share a goodnight poem with Leezabad. He also admitted that sometimes he would spend the night in Marjorie's bed during the week. He didn't think it necessary to dwell on the details of extra clothes in her closet and leaving his travel kit on Marjorie's bathroom counter for most of the summer. Monday, walking from her car into the school building, Nancy gave a small whistle to the best of her ability. Aloud to the sky she gave thanks that the own up to summer fun part of her life was behind her. Once again her colleague Jane happened to notice and comment. "You must have had another one of those weekends, Nancy, good for you." Nancy smiled and waved, "Yeah, I guess I did, Jane, I guess I really did." > > > - - < < < The veil shrouding Nancy's continuing relationship with James was becoming more and more murky. After the second of their Wednesday conversations Nancy realized that Robert just might get some hint of her calls when he went through their bills with his usual MBA mindset. She purchased a simple prepaid phone that she kept at school turned off except on the Wednesdays she spoke with her lover, problem solved. Their weekly calls and her memories were all Nancy had of her affair. She hadn't seen James; they didn't even exchange emails. Both were being models of discretion. They really weren't having an affair, were they? Yes, they really were having an affair and they would get together if and when they could, Nancy admitted. I want to continue my summer affair with James, not often, but often enough. Nancy pushed the only speed dial number she programmed on the little pink phone. After two rings she heard, "Hello, Nancy?" "My darling James, yes, it's your Nancy. It's the lady who really misses being next to you, holding you, kissing you and loving you." The illicit couple swapped endearments and desires for a few minutes then Nancy outlined her schedule. "I'm almost finished the final draft of my thesis; I want to submit before the month is out and try to do my defence by the end of November. My first elementary teacher's council meeting will be the first weekend in November. Will you be at that one; can we be together?" James assured Nancy they would be together at the meeting. He too needed the warmth and affection of the woman who had been so much of his life this past summer. James hinted that there might be a way to get adjoining rooms in the hotel where the elementary school teacher's council had their meeting. He also asked Nancy keep him abreast of plans for her thesis defence. "If there's a way for me to support you I would come in a heartbeat." "Oh god James, that would be so perfect. You know how good you are for me with organization and building my confidence. Having you with me would be so perfect," Nancy paused and pursed her lips in a kiss gesture James couldn't see or feel. "You are so perfect beside me and inside me too. I want you." The lovers talked for just a few minutes longer before Nancy looked at her wrist to check the time. "I need to get back to my class my love. Here is my kiss and hug through the phone line. I love you my sweet James. Goodbye for now, for this week." Nancy clicked the END button. She tingled from inside to out as she returned to her fifth graders with a glow on her face. > > > - - < < < Until the first Friday in November Nancy could argue that her phone calls with James met the letter, if not the spirit, of the Memorial Day to Labor Day pact with her husband. From this day forward she knew she could not win that argument. Nancy Winthrop had every intention of knowingly breaking her wedding vows to Robert Winthrop this November weekend. When she packed her suitcase last night Nancy made sure the yellow nightgown only James had seen was included. On a whim she also packed the pink baby doll nightie. Robert carried the suitcase to his wife's car while she filled Leezabad's school lunch box. All three shared kisses, hugs and words of caution to be careful and safe while Nancy was apart from her family this weekend. Nancy waved goodbye as she left for work; the smile she beamed was for her lover James who would be bed partner tonight. The young girl at check-in gave Nancy a knowing smile as she handed over the key to Room 414. James checked in a half hour prior and insisted she make sure a Mrs. Nancy Winthrop was booked into the room next to his. I'll bet housekeeping only has to change the sheets in one of those rooms tomorrow, the clerk thought. Nancy clutched in passionate embrace with James almost before the girl's smile faded. A social mixer gave opportunity for Nancy to meet some of the other early arriving delegates. James knew everyone so he made introductions which gave reason that he was constantly close to the attractive elementary teacher from Kansas City's suburbs. Several times Nancy slipped up and reached to hold hands with her lover. Many at the reception noticed the small intimacy but no one said anything, at least within Nancy's hearing. Shortly before nine Nancy excused herself saying she had to return to her room to call home. She asked James to give her twenty minutes privacy then she would be ready for him. James was prompt; Nancy answered the soft knock on the adjoining door wearing the yellow nightgown she reserved for him. They shared a single glass of wine. Foreplay began at nine-thirty. James and Nancy made love until midnight and then slept snuggled close until dawn. Saturday evening followed much the same routine; Nancy wore her skimpy pink nightgown. They ordered room service breakfast-in-bed Sunday morning. Nancy wore a radiant - I just had great sex - glow all through their last meeting session Sunday morning. Nancy insisted on one quick final love making instead of lunch. She was sure the drive home with James warmth filling her inside was more important than soup and salad in her stomach. That evening Nancy talked of the people she met and the meetings she attended. She made no mention of James, of course. That she had spent the weekend in premeditated sex with her lover did not faze her a bit. In her mind Nancy accepted that she had finally been unfaithful to her wedding vows, but infidelity was with her lover James. As long as she was faithful to James as lover and faithful to Robert as husband her life was in balance. Her veil and vow slipped further into background. Nancy's trip beginning the Sunday after Thanksgiving was an even more blatant adultery. Her defence of thesis was scheduled for Tuesday, but she decided to travel Sunday and meet with her professor Monday. She wanted to be totally relaxed and focused, she told Robert. In truth she wanted as much time as possible with James. With no others to ask questions one hotel room would be sufficient. Friday evening at dinner Leezabad did ask a question that took her mother's breath away and nearly blew her cover too. "Momma, since your trip is for a final exam is James going to be there to help you study?" Leezabad was not as young and naive about matters sexual and adult relationships as her mother and father would like to believe. Children do grow up. "What - James?" A pause and cough allowed Nancy to continue, "Oh no honey, this time it is just me all alone." Nancy checked in and got the keys to her hotel room at two p.m. while James didn't arrive until almost three. They had enough time to make love before dinner. Except for a forty-five minute meeting with her professor Monday and the three hour defence with her committee Tuesday morning, Nancy devoted all remaining time to her lover. From Sunday afternoon until checkout time Wednesday she may as well have been James wife. They spent every possible moment together. They made love at twice every day. Robert was surprised arriving home from work Wednesday to find Nancy so upbeat; she was smiling, humming to herself as she fixed dinner and almost bouncing. He remembered back to the final review for his MBA. He had been drained for days after. Well, there is a difference between a business degree and an elementary education degree, Robert assumed, still . . . I wonder if there might be something else? They made love that Wednesday night. Nancy seemed frantic as she sexed with her husband; Robert was far more casual and relaxed. He pulled his wife close and went to sleep straightaway. Nancy lay awake nestled close to her main man with very guilty memories flooding her psyche. When she woke Thursday morning Nancy knew she must let the whole truth of her relationship with James out from behind the veil; she must tell Robert all "Tonight I want the mousie Dada, tell me about the mousie's house." Leezabad tried her best to project her I'm a big girl self now that she was in junior high school, but on Friday nights at bed time she was still her Dada's little girl. Once again Robert told his daughter the tale Burns wrote about the mouse who had his home destroyed just as winter's storms and winds approached. Gang Aft Agley Ch. 04 "Robert, I'll admit I was wrong. I know I broke our agreement. I'll even admit my blatant infidelity if you will accept that my admissions in no way mean that I love you any less than I have always loved you." Nancy looked to her husband for any sign of his mood. Not seeing outright rejection she moved on. "Robert my husband and lover, please understand this and accept as fact, I do not want James instead of you. You have always been my first and truest love and you always will be." Robert nodded but still felt he must insert what Nancy had not yet said, "I am your one true love, but you still want James." "Yes Robert, yes. I do not want James instead of you, I do not want James over you, I want you both, my Robert first and then my James. I want my Robert always forever. I only want my James when the moon is full." Nancy cast a hopeful gaze, "Can you live with that much, letting me have that little bit of James?" Now Robert had to pause taken aback by his wife's unexpected request. He expected contrition and a promise of nevermore following her admission of guilt. Robert wasn't sure how he would have dealt with what he expected. He never considered Nancy would ask permission to continue her infidelity. She admitted infidelity, he thought to himself, but I wonder; Nancy doesn't think having James as lover is being unfaithful to me, does she? What in hell do I do now? How do I respond? Robert stood and once again began to pace. Pacing had always been Robert's preferred activity when he needed to get inside his head and work through a problem. He had solved many an impossible situation for clients just this way. That is why his company valued him and paid a handsome salary. Robert knew how to think through difficult problems and find creative solutions. Was there a creative solution for Robert, Nancy and their marriage? Just say hell no! That's what I want to do, and I know that will not work. Even if Nancy agrees to never see James again, she will be miserable. If she cheats, we are done. We must find a solution to Nancy's problem. Robert sat beside his wife again on the sofa. "Labor Day is long past Nancy, well past and beyond us. Our agreement was Memorial Day to Labor Day. We would have separate vacations while you were away. Do you remember that much? We agreed on separate vacations while we were apart. We are back together. We both know the calendar." Robert reached to Nancy's face to force focus between them. "A couple is two, not three, not two and a half." Robert waited before concluding; he wanted Nancy to understand his final point clearly. "A married couple is not a sometime thing." "What I just said is not an answer to your question. Your question is yours alone to answer. What I said is something I believe very deep in my soul Nancy, do you understand that much?" Nancy turned forward, draped her arms over her husband's shoulders and kissed him with fervent warmth and all of the love she had ever felt for this wonderful man she married. "I love you Robert Winthrop. I love every fiber of you. I wish I had never gone away this summer and by my actions put our marriage in such jeopardy." Nancy leaned into the crook of her man's neck to be as close as she could be. Her tears dampened his shirt and the remnants of her makeup left her mark. Robert held her tight. Finally, Robert eased Nancy away. "It's getting late and we are both tired. We need to finish this and go to bed. You know my feelings. I am not going to make your decision. Whatever happens, whatever you decide will have consequences either way. We will live with what you decide, together if we can; if we can not live together then some other way." With Robert's final indefinite pronouncement, he led his wife to their bedroom. Nancy and Robert did not complete this Friday night as they often did, making love. > > > - - < < < Driving home after a Tuesday teaching her fifth graders, Nancy considered the emotional discussion she had with her husband and the unresolved challenge left hanging. I am not going to make your decision, Robert had said in conclusion. Nancy had to make her own decision and she had to make that decision soon. That damned calendar Robert brought from the kitchen loomed. The December elementary teacher's council meeting is this coming weekend. I always call James Wednesday, tomorrow. Nancy heard a horn blow. She looked up and saw that the traffic light had turned green. Drive on girl. Leezabad was in her room doing homework. "Robert, can we talk for a few minutes?" They adjourned to the family room; Nancy took the sofa and Robert sat in his church altar chair. Nancy led off with an indistinct statement. "My association meeting is this weekend." "Are you asking or telling, Nancy? I told you I wouldn't make your decisions." "Telling, I'm telling you. I am going to my meeting. I will see James. I am not telling you anything more than he will be at the meeting too. I don't know the answer to the unasked question; I haven't made any decision. I want you to know; I don't want to hide. I am going to my meeting and I will see James. Whatever happens this weekend, I will tell you everything with total honesty when I return. Can you live with that much for just this weekend, just this meeting?" Nancy looked across the room to her husband in his altar chair. She felt like she was asking permission from on high to meet with her lover. Robert stared back at his wife considering what she had just told him and the question she asked. "I'm not giving permission to screw him if that's what you are really asking. I told you how I feel Friday. I told you it is your decision to make. You can tell me what you want to tell me when you return." "Okay, I will leave Friday after school as usual. I don't know about James; I'll decide as time plays out. When I return I will be absolutely truthful. That's all I can tell you now except to say that I love you completely as I always do." Nancy called James during her off period Wednesday as she did every week. She talked briefly about the difficult conversations she had with Robert about their relationship. When James wanted to go into more detail, Nancy put him off. We will have time this weekend she told him. James suggested maybe they should end their relationship but Nancy vetoed his suggestion. "We aren't going to say goodbye over the telephone James. I care for you, for us, too much for that to happen." They talked of past and future, reality and desire, as they did every week. Nancy ended their conversation with the same I love you James endearment she always closed with. Thursday evening after dinner, Nancy packed her suitcase. Considering the December weather, she packed pantsuits for her meeting plus jeans and sweaters for casual wear. This time she packed the sophisticated black nightgown along with her special yellow gown. As she packed the two gowns, she asked herself if the simple act of packing was making a decision but she didn't know the answer. Friday night she wore the black gown for James as they talked through her difficult week with Robert. Nancy found some lively jazz on the small radio and she danced around her hotel room swirling the black nylon over and around her body. The dance excited James as planned; he came to her as Nancy posed on the bed waiting for her lover. Sweet lovemaking followed the extended foreplay that was James specialty. After each recovered from orgasm, James very slowly removed black nylon kissing every bit of flesh uncovered. Nancy donned the yellow gown she wore only for her lover and they slept close and content until morning. Saturday after the meetings there was a social hour for everyone attending. Nancy stayed close to James holding her wine glass in one hand and James with her other. She bestowed soft touches and light kisses as the mood struck. No one could doubt that she and James were committed lovers. Forty-five minutes of pleasant conversation was enough. She whispered to James come to me in fifteen minutes. When Nancy heard his knock, she answered wearing only a pair of very sheer panties and a smile. Her arms opened wide for her lover and he stepped into her grasp. Nancy and James did not get to the dining room for dinner until the last of their fellow members were having dessert. They ate a light meal quickly and returned to James room to make love a second time before sleeping entwined. Sunday they did not make love. Nancy told James she did not want to take his essence home inside. "I need to return to my Robert with some sense of purity if not total chastity." The couple kissed and stayed close while eating their continental breakfast, and again while having a light snack before departure. Nancy asked James to come to her room to help carry her bag to her car. That request was subterfuge; she wanted private kiss, hold, touch, and goodbye time. Robert and Leezabad were off ice-skating when Nancy arrived home. Nancy disposed of her dirty laundry in proper baskets. She immediately shifted gears to her housewife and mother role. She warmed apple juice and baked a small batch of cornbread muffins to serve with butter and honey as soon as her family returned from the cold. "I slept with James Friday night and Saturday, but not today. I would like us to make love tonight as symbol of my return to my husband who I love so much." Robert permitted their sex but he contributed little enthusiasm. He and Nancy made love only once more before Christmas Eve. Robert did his best to maintain family Christmas traditions for the sake of their daughter. He and Leezabad bought the Christmas tree this year. He helped his daughter set tree in stand, but she asked to place all the lights and decorations herself. Her request was more of her I'm a big girl now behavior. Nancy guided the gift buying expeditions; Robert could only handle shopping mall crowds when there was no other alternative. A prepaid VISA card let Leezabad shop for gifts with independence but also a limit. Mother and daughter shopped two consecutive Saturdays and wrapped gifts on Sundays. Robert did his Christmas shopping using catalogs. The Winthrops were a united family for the holiday season. Christmas Eve found the family gathered around the tree. Brightly wrapped gifts surrounded the tree in its stand. Lights blinked; colored balls, icicles and tinsel hung from branches. As with every year from their first, Nancy hung decorations made by her students. She mulled apple cider and made Christmas cookies for their celebration. Robert would recite the traditional Burns poems that he read every year beginning with Ae Fond Kiss. Gang Aft Agley Ch. 04 Instead of lips to kiss, Robert reached for Burns to begin saying what must be said. No poem Burns wrote meant more to Robert's wife than The Red, Red Rose. The simple verse had been bond between them from their earliest days together.