1 comments/ 34323 views/ 1 favorites Literotica Anniversary By: ForeverFaithful This story lacks the benefit of an editor because it was a Christmas gift to my wife. It was meant to be the best I could do, not the best I could acquire. Stacy proofread and edited to the best of her ability so it would read smoother and easier. When we sent it to J_-_Doe before Christmas we wanted it to be the best we could do, not the best we could acquire. Now that the intended audiences have seen the story it is your turn. The names have been changed and key details removed to protect the guilty. I will warn you that the sex sounds suck. It's hard for me to put into phonetics the most awesome sounds you will ever hear. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The 25th Anniversary weekend of Stacy's and my 1st date was fantastic. Since the stories by J_-_Doe played a part in our celebration I summarized it in an e-mail. I will let you read it and then continue the story for J_-_Doe's benefit and yours. ----------------------------------- E-mail to J_-_Doe What a wonderful extended weekend it has been. My wife Stacy and I took today off to celebrate being together and faithful for 25 years. Friday I stumbled upon "XXXyyZ Ch 3" and started reading Ch 1 through Ch 3. I was really hoping Alea wouldn't be taken in by James. To get an idea how the story would end I read all of your other stories. I'm glad you don't write about wimpy men and that sometimes they have compassion. How can a man ever be wimpy with his wife when Samuel Colt made all men equal? Stacy and I read erotica in the course of love making. It's a game to see if she can finish the story before I get her to hot to read. There are no losers, even if she does get to finish. Sometimes we tell a story instead of reading and this weekend your stories were the focus. This morning before our daily half hour walk at sunrise I saw "XXXyyZ Ch 4" was posted. I read it before our walk so I could tell her what happened to Alea. By the time we got home she was more than ready for some love making. It was all that I hoped for. We finished the day with a lazy canoe ride and picnic lunch. The way I see it Sue is history. If Joe can keep control of his emotions and has compassion he will forgive Alea. Alea is the epitome of stupidity. She will have to rebuild trust as though she had an affair and for what? That slut Sue who is no friend at all. We cannot wait for the ending. -------------------------------------- I thought that I had probably told J_-_Doe more than my wife Stacy would approve. When J_-_Doe immediately replied with a very nice e-mail of her own I had to read it to Stacy. Stacy said" That answers a lot of questions about Ch. 04 ("XXXyyZ "). What did you write to get a reply like this?" She surprised me when I showed her the e-mail I sent. She said, "To bad you can't tell J_-_Doe the rest of it." That was a response I could only hope to receive. Instead of being in trouble I was being teased. When "XXXyyZ Ch. 04" was posted we felt like we were apart of it. Maybe, just maybe we had a small part in the outcome. I asked Stacy if she was sure that we couldn't tell J_-_Doe the rest of it. She asked, "What do you mean?" "I could write it up and send it to her. It is defiantly Literotica material." Stacy said I could but that she had final approval. So, with Stacy's approval here is the rest of the story. What Stacy was referring to when she said "the rest of it" was what happened on the lazy canoe trip. That was kinky but the morning loving was awesome. By the time we got home she was more than ready for some love making. When Stacy got onto the bed I asked her to lie on her stomach. She did and I straddled her ass. As I rubbed her back I said. "Sue is such a slut." "Not that your sister is a slut but her friend Loraine was just like Alea." Images flooded my mind about all that has happened in the last five years. My hands continued working her back in a natural random flow. "Yes, she sure helped in all of the lies and deceit. I didn't think thier marriage would survive Renee's affair and Dave's counter affair." "You would have thrown my ass out." "Yes, and if it was me cheating you would have throw my ass out without any nuts." "Damn right." "That's why I love you Babe Hahahaa." "What else do you love about me " "I love that we are so in tune that..." "We finish one another's thoughts." "You just did it." "What?" "Finished My thought." "That's why you love me Babe Hahahaa. What else do you love about me?" "Is that not enough?" "Maybe" I slid from her ass to her thighs and playfully smacked her ass. "Ooh. We don't have enough time to list them do we?" "We have a lifetime but I'll tell you some as we go." "Ooouuh" "Shuuush, I love Your ass and hip's." "Don't you think they're to big?" "Barley enough cushion for pushin." The slight red mark on her ass was the first thing I rubbed. Stacy's ass relaxed under my gentle strokes. "You stole these from a fertility goddess and we know how fertile you are." Both of our children were conceived the first month we tried. Stacy Started to roll over and I said. "I love the look of your pussy. When woman get reconstructive surgery they want their pussy to look just like yours." "I love the look of your cock when it prances for me." She spread her legs and I spread her pussy lips. My tongue probed and flicked about her labia intentionally avoiding her clit. Stacy moaned in approval. The tip circled her canal and gently flicked one of the fragments of her hymen that I had fractured so many years ago. I sucked one into my lips and tugged on it. Stacy mashed her pussy into my face and I went straight for her clit. She was squirming pretty good now and I slipped my index finger into her pussy searching for her G spot. The dual assault was having it's' desired affect. When her clit was firmly between my lips I sucked as hard as I could and jerked my head back. A deafening squeal rang in my ears as suction broke and my pinky finger tickled her anus. Now that my mouth was free I said, "I love how you enjoy anal sex." "Lucky you." Immediately my face was buried in her muff to continue what was now a triple assault. My pinky finger circled her anus sliding in deeper with each rotation. When my finger was buried in her ass I started rocking my hand up and down. One finger would be going in one hole as the other finger was coming out the other. Her clit was swollen and rolling between my lips. She was close now, almost there. I started to let my fingers do the Yellow Page walk in her ass and pussy. Stacy's ass arched up and she screamed "Auuugh! oh ooooh! Andy Andiiiee!" the powerful contractions in her ass and pussy where trying to expel my fingers. My face was flooded with her juices and she collapsed to the bed impaling herself deeper onto my fingers. I hooked her knees with my forearms and entered her in one thrust coming to rest groin to groin. " I love it when you surrender control and squeal." "I love that squealing feeling." Stacy let out a quiet moan of pain when I ground deeper. Within seconds of Stacy's collapse I was pounding away trying to keep her Loving feeling. She was squealing at the bottom of every thrust and I was in full stroke mode. "I love how my cock bottoms out in your pussy just as my balls slap against your ass. It's like we were made for each other, a perfect fit." "You couldn't be more perfect." Stacy's nipples were standing proud and I reached out to roll them between my fingers. She likes it a tad rougher when she is in the throws of passion. "ohhh yes yes." she cried as her hips thrust harder to meet my thrusts. I could tell that her second orgasm was building as I increased the tempo on her nipples. When her rhythm started to falter I grabbed her ass to help her finish. Just as the head of my cock was at the end of the outstroke Stacy screamed. "Auugghh ohh Andy ouugh" Stacy's orgasmic contractions clamped her pussy tight like a vice. The tip of my cock was expelled from her pussy and the inward stroke of my cock was deflected down her crack towards her rosebud. Her voice raised a couple of decibels as my cock stabbed her anus. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry." "ouh ah um" I could see that the sudden burst of pain hadn't dulled her orgasm but had intensified it instead. Since my cock was no longer in her pussy and her ass was in pain I started to rub her anus with my pinky finger. It was still slick from my earlier probing and the juices from her pussy. My finger easily slid into her ass and I started to loosen it with a circular motion. With my right hand flat on Stacy's ass cheek and finger in her anus I slid my cock into her pussy to settled in for a slow comfortable screw. Stacy's clit was engorged and sensitive. As I probed her G-spot with my cock I traced the outline of her clit with the thumb and index finger of my left hand. My cock was sliding in with my fingers spreading her labia and sliding out with my fingers sliding up each side of her clit. The pinky finger in Stacy's ass was twitching back and forth twice as fast as my cock was stroking. I knew that when Stacy and her anus where in this state her ass was mine. With a little KY I could make her beg for it. The problem is that Stacy's velvety post orgasmic pussy with the perfect fit feels so much better than an asshole. An asshole is tighter but lacks that velvety glove feel. The velvety glove won. I placed my hands on the bed below her breast and slid forward dragging my cock with her pussy juices across her clit. Rocking my thrusts across Stacy's clit was driving her wild. She hooked her feet inside my legs and started bucking wildly beneath me. By this time I knew it wouldn't be a long ride. I just hoped it would be long enough for Stacy. As she watched my face for signs of pleasure I said. "I love the feel and sound of your labia slurping at the head of my cock." Stacy's only response was to go faster. "Honey, you're going to make me cum." The timing was up to her now. My body went rigid when I could hold out no longer. Stacy continued to pound at me as hot cum pistoned from the back of her pussy to the tip of her clit. She started to shudder and could continue no more. I laid on my elbows and hugged Stacy as her quivers subsided. Leaning to her ear I whispered. "I saved the best for last. I love that you swallow when I cum in your mouth." "I knew that was coming." "And I love that you are forever faithful." "Will you also be forever faithful?" "Till death do us part, now how many reasons did I list?" "Ten" "Wow, you were paying attention." "That's another reason why you love me." We started laughing and cum started to squirt out of Stacy around my cock. My cock came out as I grabbed for a hand towel from the headboard. I held the towel below Stacy's pussy. "Laugh Stacy laugh. Laugh Stacy laugh." Cum rolled from her pussy as she howled. When she was done I took a final swipe up her slit with the towel. Stacy squirmed a little as she was still sensitive. I knelt down and repeated the process but with my tongue instead of the towel. Another post orgasmic quiver rocked Stacy's body and I circled her clit with my tongue to keep it going. "Ough" She cried. "I thought you might like that. Just a little going away present." Stacy kissed me deeply as she always does after I lick her freshly fucked pussy, just to share the taste. We finally rolled out of bed and finished dressing. The cars were packed and the canoe loaded. All we had to do was grab the cooler and go. I was to lead and Stacy would follow to the ending point of the canoe ride. I pulled of the road with Stacy following right behind. I got out and locked up my car. Stacy moved to the passenger side to let me drive. As I was getting into the car Dick's wife drove by on her way to work and honked. I waved and got into the car and started the ten mile drive to our starting point. The sexual irony of the upcoming picnic lunch was on my mind. In order to fully appreciate the significance of the sex on the canoe trip you will need some background information about my wife and me. My wife Stacy and I met in the summer before her freshman and my senior year. Stacy attended the same church as my girl friend. She was very attractive for her age. The age difference was significant at the time so nothing ever came of it. Many years and many girlfriends later we ran across one another at the local fair. It had been a year after she graduated and she was hot. At 5'1" and 105 lbs. She had thighs and hip's stolen from a fertility goddess, micro waist and the face of an angel. She came up to me with some guy who looked like a Jock and started talking to me. I asked her if she knew whom she was talking to because I was thinking that girls this good looking don't just come up to me and start talking. I'm 5'10", 165 lbs., above average looks and fit but I wasn't a lady killer by any means. She said "Yes, you are Andy West. Aren't you?" I replied "Yes, and who are you"? She said Stacy Young. I asked her if she knew Butch Young. She replied "Yes, he is my uncle." Then I made the connection. Butch Young married my first lover. In fact she was the very girl friend that had introduced me to Stacy at the tender age of 14. What a difference 5 years made. We made small talk but I was feeling uncomfortable with this guy standing there glaring at me. We said our good byes and continued on at the fair. I couldn't wait to find some friend who could fill me in on Stacy and her Jock friend. It turned out that their relationship was on it's' last leg and if I wanted her I had better move quick. I did and we were married four years later. That is how my first piece of ass became my Aunt. This particular river trip would take us right past a camping and picnic spot that is also accessible from a dirt road. Parkers quite frequently use this picnic spot and other pulloffs. This particular spot is where I got my first blowjob and it was from Auntie Lynn. Ahhh Auntie Lynn. I remember it well. It was a nice fall day and the leaves on the Park trees were beautiful. Lynn and I were working at a barbecue that was a fundraiser for my senior class trip. The barbecue was in the park at the town center and we would rather be anywhere but there. We left when we could with no particular destination in mind. Vibrant colors lined the U.S. Route as it wound through the valley beside the river. Lynn's home was on a township road that continued along the river. Before we got to her home we decided to continue along the river to look at the fall leaves. That meant turning off the township road and onto a dirt road before we got to her house. The leaves were just as beautiful but they took on a new aura as we left civilization behind. Spring wasn't in the air but the sent of harvest was. I didn't know it at the time but I was about to reap what I had sown. Our relationship had evolved through the various stages of kissing, petting, hand jobs, finger fucking and oral sex. Although I had orally brought her to orgasm many times she still hadn't let me cum in her mouth. It's funny how a girl can tell when a guy is just about to cum. Her technique had evolved from hand jobs. She would grab the base of my cock and place as much as she was comfortable with in her mouth. Then she would reposition her hand to rest against her chin. That was her stop. We were not going to go any deeper than that. She would bob up and down while jacking me with her hand. When I was ready to come her head would come off, move out of the way and her hand quicken. It was then a race to get me off. This was the current stage in the evolution of our love life. We continued driving until we came to the lodge of a local benevolent order. I had attended summer camp with the YMCA many times in my youth so I knew the river well here. I pulled off to take Lynn down to the river and railroad tracks. We walked down the tracks away looking for railroad spikes. The track was falling apart but they still used it on a weekly basis. We skipped some stones in the river before ending up at the top of the bank. When I tried to put my hand down her pants she stopped me. She told me that aunt Martha was visiting. I knew what that meant and my disappointment must have shown. She unzipped my pants, took out my cock and started stroking it gently. I turned and started kissing her on the neck while rubbing my hand along the inside of her thigh. If I couldn't touch her pussy I could at least make her wetter. Lynn firmed up her grip on my cock and started moving the skin along the hard center of my shaft. She knew just how far she could stroke it while avoiding my pain threshold. After a while she loosened up her grip and let her hand gently brush the shaft while maintaining firm contact with the head. I let out a moan from the pleasure concentrated at the head of my cock. Soon the head was slick with precum with Lynn's hand sliding over it. When it was fully massaged into my cock Lynn slid down between my legs. Lynn looked up at me and gently licked the underside of my shaft. Dropping her eyes to the task before her she slipped the head into her mouth. When her lips had slid past the rim of my head about a half an inch she started sucking and dragging her lips back across it. What a rhythm, Slide in suck and drag, Slide in suck and drag, flick the underside with her tongue, Slide in suck and drag. Soon I was moaning and a canoe was coming down the river. Somehow I had to keep quiet and Lynn occupied but not to animated. I started to run my fingers through her hair and offering directions. By the time the canoe was in visual range Lynn's head was lying still under my guiding hand. It appeared as though a young girl was lying on her boyfriend's lap while the sucking continued. When the people in the canoe started to wave I waved back hoping they would stay quiet. This voyeurism and blowjob were getting to me. When the canoe had passed I pushed her head down my shaft with the hand that was still in her hair. She responded by placing her hand at the base of my cock and started slowly stroking. The pace became frenzied as my cock slid in and out of her luscious lips. I knew an orgasm was eminent when my balls pulled up tight to my body and the cheeks of my ass clenched tight. Lynn hesitated for a second and I realized "Of course she knows when I am going to cum. She picks up on the same signals that I do." Lynn resumed her frenzied pace and I told her that I was about to cum. She never hesitated and continued as if I never said anything, as if the very idea of stopping was foreign to her. My ass lifted about three inches as I shot my first blast into Lynn's waiting mouth. Her head stopped bobbing up and down while her hand continued pumping. The cum rolled out of the corners of her mouth after each blast that I released and broke the suction with her lips. A pool of cum was collecting between base of my cock and my underwear but I wasn't complaining. The cum finished drooling from Lynn's mouth as the spasms from my cock subsided. She sat up and leaned over to me. I recognized what was coming next and realized that I had never contemplated this situation or what I would do in it. Do I kiss Lynn with cum in her mouth or not? If not, will she ever give me another blowjob? That was simply not an option. My lips met Lynn's and I tasted my cum for the first time. It was not thrilling although it was a small price to pay. Stacy snapped me out of my daydream. "Your turn is coming up." "What? Oh. " While I was reminiscing about Auntie Lynn I almost missed the turn to the launch area for the start of the trip. Now if I could just find the picnic spot from the river in time to pull over maybe I could talk Stacy into something. Literotica Anniversary We were just entering the little village were Stacy attended grade school. The launch area was on private land on the way out of the village. Stacy had never been there before and asked "How did you find this place." I said "Dick showed me. A friend of his owns this place and only uses it as a summer house." I turned onto a barely visible path beside an old farm house and proceeded through the field to the river. Dick's friend had fixed up a nice little area by the river. It was complete with picnic tables and fire rings and nicely mowed. The grass that made the area look as a picturesque park was on the flood plane of the river. Dick told me not to drive down there because I would ruin the grass in the soft ground. We had to park away from the river. I took the canoe off the roof and Stacy asked if I needed help getting it down to the river. I said no as I lifted the front end and started dragging it to the river through the grass. When I looked back Stacy was carrying the gear down to me and I could plainly see a groove in the ground where I had dragged the canoe. I knew then that it really was soft and I hoped I hadn't worn out my welcome at this nice spot. Stacy dumped the gear in the canoe and we put on our life jackets. Stacy climbed in front and I pushed off without even getting my feet wet. We were on our way. We no sooner got around the first bend before we flushed out our first flock of mallards. We looked over where they took off and saw two blue herring cranes. They were probably laughing at the ducks for having to fly away. It's almost as if the cranes knew they were a protected species. The cranes never did move the whole way past. It was a really beautiful day. The sun was shining, the air still and the river was high. We had both forgot a hat or visor although we both brought our sun glasses. It was bright enough that we really did need them. With the river being high we would encounter white water and I didn't want to miss a rock or something. White water is definitely better than getting out and dragging the canoe over the rocks but it means hitting rocks faster and heavens forbid sideways if you make a mistake. As we floated down the river we were checking out the islands for potential adventures. If there were not any cottages up stream I evaluated the fauna, trees, mud and elevation above the flood plan. If the island looked to be accessible I then watched for any cottages down stream. If there were none with in the distance of a primal scream the island was adventure material and its location noted. I decided to take a side trip down the backside of an island that looked promising. The river seemed high enough to make it without any problems. The trees made a canopy above us as the channel of water narrowed. As my eyes adjusted to the reduced light I spotted a white tail deer on the island drinking from the river. I have seen deer on islands before. Usually they where driven there during hunting season but it wasn't the season. It made me wonder what it was doing there. It was then that I saw the reason why, three large white oaks. They looked like the perfect place for a camping spot. I had found the perfect island. As we got towards the end of the island another flock of ducks flushed out in front of us. I explained to Stacy that if we had the electric motor on we could come upstream around the end of the island and ambush the ducks. They don't expect us coming upstream. She asked what kind they were? I told her that I didn't know. That's why I do not hunt them. There are to many different species, some legal, some not and some only males are legal. I would shoot the wrong one for sure. I continued checking for any signs of civilization when we entered the main part of the river. There was not a sign in site. This island was promising indeed. As I watched for identifying land marks to locate the island again I realized that we were close to the camping spot we were looking for. After floating for another fifteen minutes I spotted what looked like our spot. I looked up the hillside to find the large white building that would confirm if this was indeed the site. All I saw was a large building with brown T1 siding on it. It had been white for generations but this had to be it because there were no other buildings this big on this part of the river. We paddled over and pulled parallel to the bank where a rocky path came down the bank to the river. I got out of the canoe and pulled it further up the bank. I took Stacy's hand and helped her out of the canoe. She handed the cooler to me and took one of the canoe seats with her as we started up the path. When we got to the camping area we could see a large road grader and a pickup truck on the dirt road above us. There were several workers milling around. I thought that they would ruin my chance to fulfill my fantasy as we set up our picnic lunch on the very spot where Auntie Lynn gave me my first blowjob. I leaned the seat against a tree and spread the lunch from the cooler on the ground. Stacy opened a Mike's Hard Lemonade for her and a Busch for me as I split our ham and baloney lunchables evenly between us. Stacy set the bags of celery and carrots on the ground with the ranch dressing. She put the lid on the cooler and sat upon it. We talked about the work crew on the road above us as we were eating. We concluded that they were on their lunch break as they didn't seem to be doing anything and it was a little after noon. Sure enough about half way through our lunch they started to pack up to leave. They all got into the pickup truck and closed the doors except one man who went over to the road grader and got in it. Then he got out and went over towards the truck. The truck started up and left. I never did hear another door open or close. He might have gotten in the bed of the truck or he might be lurking around. I didn't say anything to Stacy because I didn't want anything on her mind except me. When we finished our lunch Stacy stood up and said ''I have to go pee." I directed her to a path off to the side hidden from the road. I started to pack up as I watched Stacy walk over to the path. When Stacy disappeared from view I realized that it is now or never. The path ran parallel with the river so I moved down the bank to get a better view. Stacy was squatting on the path with her pants around her ankles and that beautiful ass in plain view. Further down the bank I turned toward the path to come up from behind Stacy. As she started to stand I moved in behind her bent over and put my hands on her waist to steady her squatting. I said ''Oh baby, Just the right height." ''Just the right height for what lover?" "For this" I said while moving around to her front with my crotch in her face. My hands had moved from her waist to her back and I started rubbing. "aaaugh, a little to left please" she said as she nuzzled her cheek in to my crotch for stability. She said "This feels good but it's uncomfortable and I have to finish." "I'll help you finish and then we will go get comfortable" I said as I picked her up. Stacy stooped a little spreading her legs for easier access to her muff. She handed me the toilet paper and I slowly wiped from the bottom of her slit to the top of it stopping at her clit and twisting left and right. A shiver ran through her as she leaned into me. I flipped the paper over to the dry end and repeated the process with similar results. When the quivering ended I said "I think you are finished." My cock twitched when she rubbed it through my jeans and said "I don't think so. Help me get my pants up and we'll go get comfortable." Her pants were up and we were at the cooler and seat in no time. The cooler up against the tree with the seat on top would be just about the right height. By the time I had it set up my cock was rock hard and swinging free. Stacy slid in between my legs when I sat down and took my cock in her hand. Turning towards me she placed it at her lips. She rolled her thumb under the head of my cock as her lips enveloped it. I groaned when she spun it with her thumb on one side and her tongue on the other. The lyrics from "It feels Like the First Time" by Foreigner ran through my mind. They were quickly banished when I thought "Auntie Lynn wasn't this good on her best day." Returning my attention back to my crotch I reached over and rubbed Stacy's neck and shoulders. She removed her thumb and plunged all the way down my shaft as if on que. When my cock entered her throat I damn near lost it. For a distraction I asked "Honey, If those road workers were still here would you be doing this?" She started shaking her head back and forth to indicate no. With the head of my cock riding her throat entrance like a ball and socket I felt my balls tighten and cock twitch as the first drops of precum came forth. I needed another distraction. I asked "what would you do if I told you that one of those workers had stayed behind?" Stacy started frantically plunging up and down, in and out while I just leaned back and gave up control. When the first stream of cum entered her throat she swallowed with a glug. It was incredible and I responded with another load more powerful than the first. This made Stacy go glug glug. My cock responded with an even more powerful eruption. When I felt her throat go glug, glug, glug I thought "How long can I continue having more and more powerful orgasms" but that was the last one. The following spasms were of decreasing intensity. Stacy finished swallowing and sucked hard while tightening her lips. She wiped my cock as she withdrew and rose to kiss me. For the second time today I was going to taste my cum as our tongues danced. When our lips met she transferred what she hadn't swallowed and had wiped from my cock. I swirled it around my mouth with her tongue chasing mine the whole time. She then withdrew and said, "I would finish." "What?" "You asked what I would do if you told me that one of those workers had stayed behind and my answer is I would finish. Where is he now"? "I was only teasing but I liked your answer much better. It excited you, didn't it"? "Obviously" she said as she stood up straight. Stacy took her remaining toilet paper and wiped off my cock when I stood up also. I reached up with my finger and wiped a spot of cum off her chin. She took my finger in her mouth and licked it clean. God I love this woman. We started packing up to leave after I got my pants zipped. With the cooler and seat in one hand and Stacy's hand in the other we started down over the bank. Stacy climbed in front of the canoe and I handed her the seat. We put on our life jackets after I put the cooler in the middle. Then I pushed off again without getting my feet wet. A pretty dry trip so far but we had the white water and rocks to navigate. There was about an hour and a half left to the trip. We wouldn't hit the white water until the last fifteen minutes so we had at least an hour to relax. The river was slower in this section so we floated while we talked about the days' events. It just doesn't get any better than this. That's when Stacy said "Look up, it is an eagle." There in the sky above the river was a bald eagle. It passed so close that it was unmistakable. It was the first time that I had ever seen one so close. Our day had gotten better. Shortly after this the river started winding through a local village. After the village and after the white water was our car. The ducks on this part of the river didn't even take off as we past. Stacy and I pointed out land marks we could see in the village and used them to locate the cottages along the bank. Stacy was surprised at how much of the village she never knew existed because she had never been down this river before. The final land marks were the double bridges, one for autos and one for the railroad. The white water was just around the bend. When we approached the white water Stacy asked "Right side or left side?" I said "Right side." but we were on the left side. We didn't make it across before we got high centered in the middle. Stacy and I pushed the canoe back off the rocks. With the front still on the rocks the back became caught in the current. This sent us going down the right side but we were backwards. I yelled at Stacy to keep paddling hoping to turn us the rest of the way around. If we didn't hit anything while we were sideways we would be all right. We finished turning around before the water got rough. Stacy switched to her short paddle for quicker response and to fend off rocks. Water was flying all around us and breaking over the bow but hardly a drop got in the canoe. Time after time the bow crashed through a white cap and the water parted before us. Stacy and I switched paddling from side to side as conditions warranted. Never once did we miss a cut. Never once did we chop short and splash us or the inside of our canoe. We could now see our car at the end of the chute. When we hit the calmer water we would have to make a hard left in order to hit the bank just below the old canal lock. It was up to Stacy. I was the power. She was the pilot. As we broke the last major white cap I yelled "Now" and started paddling harder. Stacy guided us into the bank right on target. With the bow on the bank Stacy got out of the canoe. It was her turn to pull the canoe further up the bank. Once it was stable I got out and removed our equipment. We took the equipment to the car and returned for the canoe. When I turned it over I couldn't get any water to come out from between the aluminum and Foam. I thought "Yea right. Just wait till I flip it up on my head to carry it." I remained dry when I did. As Stacy and I loaded the canoe we commented on how dry we were. For years we had thought the canoe had a slow leak and here we were just sloppy. I drove back to where we launched from to pick up Stacy's car. The dirt road we took back home ran beside the river for about half of the way. The scenery was just as beautiful from the road as it was from the river. When I got home Stacy pulled in behind me, got out, hugged me and thanked me for the wonderful day. It was Stacy that made it wonderful for me and I told her that in between the "I love you"s. When we got inside we collapsed on the couch to rest. That is when I started my e-mail to J_-_Doe. That was the beginning of the story and this is The End