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Down by the Lake

By: BogartsBoss



There is a lake bordering the Southwest side of my property, it's fairly large, and I have several hundred feet of shoreline, mostly trees and brush, with a few open areas. The rest of the lake is surrounded by National Forest, with the county road running along the western tip.

Every so often campers will wander onto my land, so I make a habit of checking over that way weekly during the summer months. Usually I just point out where they are, and if they seem nice enough, let them stay. Well, early in June a few years ago my dog Bogart and I were making a pass down there and encountered a couple with a tent set up, and signs they were planning a longish stay. They looked in their late twenties or early thirties, he was 5-7 or 8, brown hair, with the tan and look of a man that works outdoors. She was maybe 5-3, medium length auburn hair, freckles over pale skin, more than that I couldn't tell, since it was a chilly day and they were dressed for warmth.

When I come on a camp I like to announce my presence, so called out, "Hello the camp."

They both sort of jumped, then he called me in.

I introduced myself and then explained they were on my land, and that's when the first problem cropped up; he said his name was Dave Jensen and she was Marjorie Franklin, and he was sorry, he didn't realize they were on private land. At that her head did a quick twitch, and in fact, so did mine.

"Son, I came from over along the road, and if you're driving a blue Ford pick-up, you just lied to me, and that's no way to start out. "

His eyes widened, and he took a deep breath. Then he dropped them down and mumbled an apology, "I'm sorry, we got here last night and didn't know..."

At that point I cut him off and said, "That's two. You're parked within twenty feet of a 'private property' sign, I think you should camp elsewhere."

That's when she spoke up, " We're running out of places to go."

"Are you broke? Homeless?"

"Yes. We've both lost our jobs, run out of un-employment, and never did have much savings. I sold my car, and moved in with Dave when I couldn't afford my apartment, and a few weeks ago he lost his and we've been living in campgrounds, but now...we don't have the money for camp fees and food and gas."

"What kind of work did you do?"

"Well, I was in real estate, then office help, then anything I could find."

"And you?"

"Construction. Mostly rough framer, but really anything that pays"

"Alright, my name is Murphy. You can stay here for a while, but I do require you keep a clean camp. Also, you may want to move farther up in the trees. You'll get more shelter from the wind and the bugs are less bothersome."

"And dig a pit toilet well back from the water."

I whistled up the dog and headed back up to the house, thinking as I went. I remembered early in my adulthood when I was scuffling for work with a wife and two young kids. I'd take any job I could find. Even worked in a porn shop for a while, but was happy to find something better. Never did have to tent live, though.

 ***

I should give you some personal background.My name is Murphy, Josh Murphy, I'm in my mid sixties, pretty fit, but with the aches that come from working hard for a living. I'm only 5'6'', but 200 lbs, I like to think most of that is muscle. I was in the Navy after high school, made Rate in electronics, and served aboard a Destroyer, with several tours off Viet Nam. After the service I worked at several aircraft companies in Southern California, and married. Eventually we moved up to the Northwest, where I finally caught on with a local utility, and found a career.

By then we had two kids, a house, a couple cars, and of course the usual dogs and cats. I made good money, was reasonably lucky in my investing, and had a decent pension when I retired. My wife and I bought this 25 acre parcel in the Cascade foothills thirty years ago, when land was reasonably cheap; we built a four bedroom, two bath cabin at the upper portion of a meadow, in the wind shadow of a large hill. There were several out buildings, including a barn I used as a garage for my truck , two cars I had restored, and a small tractor, the loft had been converted to a rough apartment. 

We had been married thirty years when she developed cancer, and within three years had passed. Since then, almost five years, I lived alone. The last three retired.

 ***

The next week I was busy around the place, running into town, meeting up with a couple friends. You know, the usual stuff we all do.When I finally checked back on the couple, I was impressed with the site. They had moved as I suggested, and the camp was clean.

Dave wasn't around, and when I called, "Hello the camp."

Marjorie responded "Hello the Landlord."

A sense of humor. I liked that.

So I sat and we talked. Bogart came over and gave her the sniff test, then sat at her side with his chin in her lap, she idly rubbing his ears as we chatted. That big black dog knew a softie when he saw one. Dave, it turned out, had found a couple days work, and would be back around sunset. She was staying busy around camp, then just walking the woods, but not being a 'nature girl' didn't know what she was looking at.

The more we talked, the more I got the impression of a smart woman finding herself in a difficult situation, and trying to make the most of it. I also had a better look at her since she wasn't wearing three layers of clothing. She may have weighed 120 lbs, and her shape was pretty nice, if still covered by jeans and a sweat shirt. Her eyes were blue-gray, with golden flecks. There were the beginnings of lines around her eyes and mouth, probably indicative of the stress she had been going through.

After a while I suggested we walk around a bit, and I would give her some nature lessons. As we strolled I named the various trees and plants, pointed out a few of the birds around us, including an Osprey sitting in a tree at the side of the lake. I noticed as we walked how stiffly she was walking and commented on it.

"I'm not used to sleeping on the ground." she said with a wry smile.

"What about Dave?"

"He's not much better, but working helps him get the kinks out."

"I may have a solution. You two come up to the house when Dave returns and I'll buy you dinner."

I pointed up the hill, then headed home.

 ***

I wanted to keep things simple, yet fancier than camp food, so opted for spaghetti, salad and wine.Before they were due, I grabbed a shower and shaved several days worth of stubble off my cheeks, then donned clean jeans and shirt. I was feeling nervous, but put it down to not having entertained for several years. Even so, I kept fussing with my shirt, combing my beard, pacing about.

They came up the hill just after 7; She had changed to a flannel shirt, and he was in jeans and sweat shirt with cut off arms.

I welcomed them in, and both took a moment looking around.He was first to speak, "Wow, this is a nice place. Looks well built."

She just said "It looks very homey, but I don't see much of a woman's touch."

I realized I hadn't mentioned my wife, so gave them a brief rundown as we did a short tour of the downstairs.Back in the kitchen I put the spaghetti on, it takes only ten minutes to be just right, and the sauce and salad were ready.The wine was a Merlot, I served a glass while the pasta cooked. 

Before the pasta was finished Dave had finished his first glass, and was looking around as if expecting another. I shot a glance at Marjorie, who had barely touched her's, and she cast a worried look towards him. I poured him another, smaller amount, he looked up at me but said nothing.

We sat at the table, and both ate as if it had been a long time between meals. Luckily I had made a lot of spaghetti, and they, especially Dave, made deep inroads in it.

When everyone was finally satisfied, I got up, reaching to clear the table. Dave sat back, but Marjorie jumped up insisting that since I had cooked she would take care of it.

Dave still hadn't moved, except to pour the last of the wine, and throw it down in one move.

I looked toward the kitchen, and there she was; doing the dishes and humming!

I started to say something, she just said, "Let me do this."

"Okay, but make it quick, we need to talk, and it's going to be dark when you head back."

She quickly finished up and joined us. Dave had taken my easy chair so Marjorie and I sat on the couch.

"OK," I began, " I have a rough but serviceable apartment over the barn. I'll make you a deal. In exchange for a roof, a bed and running water, Marjorie..."

"Call me Madge."

"Ok, Madge, will do some housekeeping for me, and you Dave, perhaps you can do some of the ouside stuff I've been neglecting."

Almost before the words were out of my mouth, Madge was nodding, and Dave was frowning.

"Well," He said, "what if I've got a job?"

"We can work around that. Perhaps do things in the evening or on weekends."

"Hmm, I'd like to think on your offer."

"Fair enough, let me know."

After a little more small talk, with Madge looking at Dave in a way I'd seen from my wife when I had screwed up, they headed back to their camp.

Even before I had closed the door, I heard Madge saying "What do you mean you need to think it over?" After that they were out of earshot, but I had a good idea the kind of night Dave had ahead of him.

I closed up, heading to bed. Sleep did not come quickly, as it normally does, instead I kept picturing those beautiful eyes and auburn hair. The fact she jumped in to help, and her ready acceptance of my offer impressed me, but I suspect she felt anything was better than that tent.

 ***

The next morning, while I was having my first cup of coffee, there was a knock on the door.Well, I know there aren't many people that would stop by at 6:30, and Bogart would have barked if a car came up the drive, so I just shouted "Come in!" and took another sip of eye opener.

In came Madge, breathing a bit hard, and all red in the face.

"Are you ok?"

"Oh yes"..." I just wanted to catch you before you went anywhere."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I'd like to take you up on the apartment, and doing housework would be a pleasure after that tent."

"And Dave?"

"He's still thinking, but he'll come around after he takes one more bath in that cold lake."

The smile said she was never going back in that lake again, and didn't care if Dave did or not.

"Well, that's fine. Would you like some breakfast? I have ham, eggs and toast. And of course the coffee is on the counter, help yourself."

"Sounds delicious, I'm getting real tired of Granola bars for breakfast. You just stay there, I'll cook. How do you want your eggs and how many?"

"Two. Over medium. I'll do the toast"

We quickly whipped out breakfast, and again I was astonished how quickly she ate. She caught me looking at her and said, "I'm sorry, this is only the second real meal I've had in weeks. Everything else has just been the very basic stuff I could cook down there." Waving in the general direction of the lake.

Once we were satisfied, we pushed our chairs back, drew more coffee, and studied each other for a few moments. When Madge took her coat off I had noticed the nice fit of her jeans, suggesting a curvy shape, but little fat. But now, looking at her directly, I could tell she had medium sized breasts, a slim waist and no extra weight. Her face was lightly tanned, and her freckles stood out proudly.

Meanwhile she was looking me over. Now, I'm not handsome, just an average looking older guy whose hair and beard were going gray, and a small paunch in place of the flat stomach of old. After a long look she broke into a big smile and proclaimed I was the best looking Santa Claus she had ever seen.

I decided she was the best Elf I had seen, and said so.

With that, the ice was broken, and she just started chattering at me. I guess being alone so much, she had a lot of words stored up. It seems she had known Dave from her real estate days. She was one of several agents, and he would do maintenace and repairs on properties the agency owned. I gathered they had been friendly, but that was the extent of it. When the office pared back, both had been let go. She picked up work as an office temp, then in retail for a little while, then clerking in a convenience store, then nothing after that. She went through her unemployment, her savings, then sold her car. When she lost her apartment,Dave lent her his spare bedroom.

During that time Dave had been able to pick up day jobs to keep himself going, but they started getting farther apart, and he lost his apartment also. For the next few weeks they lived in campgrounds in the area, but when the choice came down to food or fees, they found my place.

"I'm surprised Dave lied to you. Once was bad enough, but twice? I am sorry."

"You didn't lie, so no need for an apology. Just how well do you know him? Are you guys more than friends?"

"No. He'd like to be...but I just haven't felt that tingle - you know what I mean?"

"Sure, I had that with my wife when we met. She must have too, because a few months later, she told me she was sure I was her One. Ten months later we were married, and I never regretted it."

"Did you ever fight?"

"Oh Yeah. We had some real donny brooks but luckily we didn't both say divorce at the same time. The making up was just as intense as the fighting. After a few years, the fighting dropped way off, the love making became calmer. But still intense."

"Do you miss her?" 

"Sure, but life goes on, and I still have the kids."

"Where are they?"

"He's in San Diego, she's in Denver. He's a corporate recruiter, she's a lawyer."

"Wow, pretty good."

"Yes, I'd like to think so. Hmph, look at the time, if your going to do this I should show you the apartment."

We strolled over to the barn, up the stairs. The apartment was really just one large room, with a separate half bath. When she saw there was no bath tub or shower a look of disappointment flicked over her face. Madge took a deep breathe, and said it would do.

I'm a softy when it comes to the women anyway, and this one was near my daughter's age, good looking too. There was no way I was going to deny her a hot bath or shower. So I suggested we get her stuff, then she could clean up at the house.

With a squeal, she jumped into my arms, declared she loved me, and planted a big kiss smack on my lips. I may have been surprised, but I wasn't about to turn that down! She stayed in my arms for several moments more, looking into my eyes, then broke into a big smile and said "Let's go get that stuff!"

We quickly hiked down to the camp site, Bogart running all over as he always does, Madge seemingly holding herself back from a full sprint, probably in deference to the old guy. When we got there, everything of hers was already packed, ready to go.

"Ahh, does Dave know your moving? Isn't he going to be pissed if you're not here?"

" He knows, and I don't care if he's happy or not. Right now there are only two things I care about - a hot bath, and a soft bed. After that, I'll worry about anything else."

With that we picked up her few things and headed back up the hill, but a whole lot slower than coming down. Except for the dog that is, who seemed to be going happily nuts over all the scents he picked up.

Once again we chatted as we walked. Or I should say she did. I just nodded, or threw in the odd word here and there, but she was happily talking, and I didn't mind as I was enjoying the sound of her voice. Suddenly she stopped, looked at me for about ten seconds, and out of the blue just asked me, " How do you know if you feel the tingle?"

All I could say without betraying the quiver in my throat was "You'll know."

Again, she just stood there looking at me then said, " I thought so."

Then she quickly turned and headed back up the hill. After about twenty feet, she turned to look at me, rooted to the ground in shock, and asked if I was coming with her or not.

All I could think of was, "Anywhere." Again she turned to look at me and I realized I had said that aloud. She gave me a quick smile, turned and strode off again. I couldn't help but notice how well the jeans fit her shapely butt.

When we got back to the house, she turned towards the barn, but I stopped, asking where she was going? She paused, and started to point at the barn apartment, when I shook my head and pointed to the house. 

"I have four bedrooms, three unused, I'm sure we can find one for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, come on, there's a bath waiting for you."

Well, she looked through the three bedrooms, picked the one she liked. I pointed out her bathroom, the hall closet full of towels, told her 'enjoy'.

 ***

An hour and a half later she finally reappeared. Her hair shone with red highlights, she had lightly applied makeup, she had on a clean pair of jeans and a light colored tee shirt. On her feet were a pair of sandals, her toe nails appeared to be freshly painted.

"Better?"

"You have no idea! Thank you, thank you, thank you. But what changed your mind about the barn?"

"Just call me Softy. Would you like some lunch? Then we can discuss your duties around here."

While we ate, we discussed how I wanted things done. I explained most of the house had been just ignored so the first thing had to be dusting and cleaning. Probably tackling the sheets in her bedroom should be done also. She just kept smiling and nodding her head, as soon as we finished eating she cleared the table and got busy. I went outside to take care of some things I had noticed needed doing.

About four I came back in, Madge was busy in the laundry. There was a pile of sheets on the floor and the washer and dryer were humming away.

"What would you like for dinner?" She said, "I'm cooking."

"You see what's in the freezer and surprise me. I'm going to get a shower."

As I was coming back into the kitchen, still drying my hair, I saw Dave's pickup pulling into the yard. I stepped out to greet him as he opened his door and swung out. "Is Madge here?"

"Yeah, she's inside cooking. Come on in."

"Thanks, I was a little worried about her. I was pretty sure she was up here but..."He paused, "We may be just friends, but I still feel responsible for her right now."

Madge saw him come in, walked over, gave him a hug, told him he was just in time for dinner, and could wash up while she set the table. I started to reach for the dishes, only to find myself being shooshed out of the kitchen, "No, no. I said I'll do it. From now on this is my kitchen. You stop at the door."

"What if I want coffee? Or a snack?"

"There will be a pot on the counter. And you don't need the snack. I want you to lose a few pounds."

"Wait, what?"

"We'll talk later. Go sit. I'll take care of things."

About then Dave came back, asking what was going on. All I could do was shrug my shoulders and say I thought I had just been kicked out of my own kitchen. We sat in the den, just talking about his day and the job he had been on. He did apologize for the lies when we first met, explaining he just couldn't admit to being homeless.

About then Madge called us to the table. It was nicely set, and she had made up a dinner of yellow potatoes, ham slices and vegetables, with rolls on the side. As we sat, she explained she had done the best she could with the limited supplies I had. She had made enough to include Dave as she was sure he would be there.

That was probably the best meal I had, outside of a restaurant, in several years!

As we ate, Dave explained his current job was over, and he had decided there just wasn't enough in the area to sustain all the carpenters in the Local plus all the non-union guys, so he had checked the books, and it looked like there was more work in the San Francisco area. He planned on heading south in the morning. He asked Madge if she was all right with that? She said he needed to go where the work was, but she was just fine here.


Down by the Lake



I told him to go pack his gear, if he hadn't done it already, he could sleep in a bed tonight.

While he was gone, Madge and I cleared the table (at my insistence), then she made sure there was a bed made up for him. When he returned I pointed out a bedroom and the bathroom, told him to feel free to enjoy a shower, then join us out on the deck for a drink and a view of the sunset.

The large deck with a variety of chairs, tables and chaise faces west-toward the Olympics. The view was the usual early summer sunset; reds and oranges fading to blues and grays as the sun disappeared behind the mountains. We were quiet as the sky slowly transitioned to night. Finally Madge seemed to let out a breathe, and said, "Wow... I can see why you sit out here in the evening. Is it like this every night?"

"No, some nights are better, some have more clouds, even rain at times. I take them as they come."

With that, we headed for bed. I put the seat cushions away, protecting them from the morning dew, then went to the bathroom attached to my bedroom, Dave went to the other. Madge picked up our glasses, turned off the lone light in the kitchen, and went to her room. 

Once again I tossed and turned, pictures of Madge as she came from her bath running through my head. This began to worry me, as I hadn't been concerned about women since my wife's death, and, she was much younger than me. She was, moreover, a good looking woman with an easy smile and beautiful eyes. I was definitely feeling confused, worried I may have made a mistake inviting her into my home. I did finally sleep, and when I woke the next morning felt much more rested than expected.

At breakfast, we talked more with Dave, hearing his plans to find more permanent work, get another apartment, just settle down. 

"It'll probably be years before I want to go camping again," he said with a small smile, "but eventually I'll explore the Sierras, maybe Death Valley too."

While we walked Dave out to his truck I carefully asked how he was fixed for money.

"I have a couple hundred from this last job. Would you like part for Madge?"

"No,no. I just wanted to be sure you'll be all right. Will you have enough for you're needs? You know, gas, food, maybe a motel?"

"I can make 'Frisco' in about twenty hours driving, so may only need one night at a motel. I should be fine. But thanks for asking any way."

I shook his hand, wishing him luck. She hugged him, saying thanks for all he had done, telling him to keep in touch. As he drove down the driveway, Madge stepped next to me and put her left arm around my waist, I automatically put my right around her shoulder. She leaned into my side, quietly saying, "I'm going to like it here."

"And just how long do you think you're going to be here?"

She looked at me and said, "a very long time."

*****



Down By the Lake



I belong to a social group that occasionally has a big get-together. This was one of those times. Our group would head to a local state park that had a lake. Normally these parties are low key and everyone seems to have a good time. I had just broken up with a woman I had been seeing for over a year. I was a bit down and out but I figured getting together with my friends might cheer me up. 

Problems started right from the beginning. One of the older couples, Joy and Ben, were squabbling with each other. That always put a damper on the party. I decided to take a walk on one of the trails to clear my head. I followed this path that led down to the water. There were rocks and boulders close to the water that you could sit on. I sat down on a medium sized rock and listened as the waves slapped against the shore.

I must have been lost in my thoughts. I heard the crackling of twigs or branches. I turned around to see Joy walking towards me. Joy had to have been in her mid-fifties, almost thirty years older than myself. She was a petite blond who was still quite attractive. She walked over to where I was setting.

"Do you mind if I join you?" She asked.

I pointed to the rock I was on and she sat down.

"I guess you heard our little argument?" She said to me.

I just nodded to Joy.

"Sorry about that, I hate to fight in front of other people," she told me.

Joy was sitting close to me on this rock. Our shoulders were touching. I wondered what was up with her. We hadn't been particularly close when our group of people got together. She asked me if I was attached to anyone. I told Joy that I had just broken up with a long time girlfriend. That seemed to bring a smile to Joy's face. The next part I wasn't counting on.

Joy reached out and placed a hand onto my thigh. She did it so naturally, like I wasn't suppose to notice. She started telling me her marriage wasn't so hot these days. There was constant fighting with Ben. I didn't quite know what to say to her. I did know that her hand was creeping up my thigh. I know I should have stopped her but I didn't. I could feel my cock starting to grow inside my pants. 

"Have you ever been attracted to an older woman, Jeff?"

I just shook my head no. That was when Joy leaned in and found my lips with her mouth. She was trying to force her tongue past my lips. I was probably stupid because I opened my mouth to Joy. The next thing I know, we both have our hands on each other's body. I can't say I have ever been attracted to older women before. Maybe it was due to my breakup with my girlfriend. I pushed my one hand up under Joy's shirt. She let me pull it up over her head.

Joy unsnapped her bra and I got a good look at her small breasts. To be honest, I prefer petite women. Joy stood up and took off her pants and panties. I was looking at a shaved down pussy. 

"Take off your pants," Joy was practically pleading with me. 

I stood up and disrobed for Joy. My cock was already half hard when I pulled my underwear free. Joy reached out with one hand and took hold of my cock. She pulled me closer to her and then she surrounded my dick with her mouth. Maybe it was because I hadn't had sex in awhile. I wanted to feed Joy my cock. I placed a hand on the back of her head and I pulled her onto my stiff dick.

Joy didn't fight me at all. She went right down to the root and took all of my dick down her throat. Damn, that felt so good. It was nice not having to beg to have my cock sucked like I had to with my girlfriend. Joy must have sucked me for a few minutes before she pulled away. She drew her legs up and gave me a perfect view of her pussy. I couldn't stop myself, I had to have Joy. I moved closer and took hold of Joy's ankles. I pushed her back as she sat on the rock. I positioned my mushroom and I found her opening.

I slid past her folds and I drove my dick in the whole way. Joy let out this cry. It was like she hadn't had a man in a long time. I guess I just went crazy. I was pumping my stiff pecker into her damp pussy.

"Fuck me hard Jeff, I need you," Joy was pleaded for me to take her.

I can't say I ever had sex on a rock before. I certainly never had sex with a woman over twice my age. It didn't matter then. Joy acted like she was some teenager who needed cock. I drove into her pussy again and again. Joy seemed to be gobbling up my hard rod. I couldn't tell you how long we went at it there in the woods. I could feel my nuts starting to tense up. I knew I wasn't far from cumming. 

"I'm getting close Joy," I told her.

"I need your seed Jeff, please give it to me!"

That's all I needed to hear. I finally let go and I shot hot wads of cream into Joy's belly. Thankfully no one was nearby. We were grunting and moaning as Joy milked all my hot cum from my squirting dick. I could feel Joy's muscles tugging on my cock as she tried to get every bit of cum from my body. Somehow we managed to calm down after I gave Joy my hot load. I slowly pulled out of her pussy and watched as my semen dripped down out of her opening. 

Joy was panting like a heated dog after we got done fucking. Joy got up to her feet and stood up. I watched as she pushed the bulk of my cum out and onto the ground. We both tried to clean up somewhat and then we got dressed. Joy gave me a kiss on the mouth.

"I better go back first," she told me.

Maybe fifteen minutes later I followed her back to the party. I would steal a glance over to Joy from time to time but she didn't look at me. I wondered if this was a one time deal. The picnic finally was breaking up and I was getting ready to leave soon. Joy walked past me and dropped a slip of paper in my lap. I picked it up and walked away from the people sitting there. Inside was Joy's name and her phone number and a message.

"I hope you want me again Jeff, your cock made me orgasm three times."

There it was. I wasn't sure at first we would be able to hook up again. Now that she told me how she felt, I am going to make sure I fill her pussy with my hard cock once more.



Down by the Lake Ch. 02



The week after Dave left, we fell into a routine; Madge busily cleaning the house, me outside doing the maintenance I had been ignoring. Using my tractor, I mowed the dry grass around the house, then switching to a blade filled in some holes in the drive way. After that I hooked on the trailer and hauled fire wood down from the trees behind the house. Madge meanwhile, went through every room in the house; cleaning, dusting, washing all the linens.When I would see her, she was all covered with dust. After a couple days she was running out of clothes, so she borrowed a t-shirt of mine, and I must admit it looked much better on her. Especially with her nipples poking through the cotton.

Dave left on Saturday, and by Wednesday night I realized Madge was washing the same clothes every other day. Considering the little we had brought up the hill, she didn't have much. Thursday morning I went out to the barn, pulled the dust cover off the '66 Mustang, checked all the fluids, made sure the tires were properly inflated, started her up, watched the gauges. She had been sitting a good seven months, but fired on the first try. After a minute she settled into a pleasant idle, as if waiting to go. I quietly pulled her up to the house just in time for lunch.

Madge had lunch on the table as I walked in, so I washed up and sat down. While we ate I coughed, then asked how she was doing for clothing.

"Oh, ok, I guess."

"Nonsense. I've noticed the same blouse every other day. How long would it take you to get ready for some shopping?"

With a happy squeal she shouted, "Really? Where will we go? I don't care, I can be ready in ten minutes."

And she was gone! (My sense of survival kicked in and I realized I had better eat now or forget it). I was still swallowing while she was standing at the door, tapping her foot. Slipping my wallet in my back pocket, I took my time ambling to her while she gave me a look that said 'Hurry up'. In less than ten minutes that woman had changed clothes, washed up, brushed her hair and applied make up. She was motivated.

We stepped onto the porch and when she saw the Mustang, she cooed , "Oooh, nice."

I held the passenger door open for her, and for my effort got a smile and, "Thank you sir".

As we drove she wanted to know where we were going, what could she get, why was I doing this, how much she could go, where did I get the car... I finally just called 'time'.

"Naomi spotted her sitting with a 'for sale' sign and just had to have her. I restored her, Naomi drove her everywhere. We'll cruise down to the South Hill Mall. They have good shops, and I'm sure we can find what you need. I'm doing this because you need clothes, and while it would be interesting watching you run around in next to nothing, that isn't why I offered you a place to stay. How much you get is open, we'll see what we find, but you'll probably want some shorts, tops, and how are you fixed for underware?"

Sigh,"You're right, I do need all of that and more. I didn't realize how little I had left until you brought it up."

"Ok, lets do this. We'll start at Sears for pants and tops, then go from there. I have to warn you though...I haven't been clothes shopping with a woman in years so I'm out of practice."

At the mall, I parked away from other cars as I've learned there are idiots out there that really don't care if they ding up someone else's car, but howl if a bird craps on theirs. We strolled into the mall, Madge holding my left arm lightly, but firmly. Our first stop was Sears, where she quickly picked out half a dozen tops, three or four shorts, several pants and some things in the underwear section, then led me to the changing rooms. There are no seats for men to wait on, so I was one of four men idling away, while their women tried things on. Women would come out, ask their husband's opinions, then disappear back into their cubicle. 

Finally Madge appeared. And all the men perked up as she walked over to me. Now, she was just in tan jeans and a light top, but those guys couldn't take their eyes off her. One wife came out and had to nudge her husband. 

"You know you have an audience, don't you?"

"Do you like this on me? Oh, I hadn't noticed them. What do you think, should we get this?"

"Turn around, slowly. Yes, it's perfect fit, and the top goes great with your hair and eyes."

"You just wanted to check out my butt, wait, you know my eye color?"

"From day one."

She gave a little spin and strolled back to the cubicles, looking over her shoulder at me. Then threw a little extra wiggle into her walk while looking me in the eye.

When she came back out she was dressed, with her selections over her arm, ready to check out. "Don't you need to try more on?"

"Nope. These will do. Can we go find some shoes, maybe a jacket next?"

We moved down the mall, first hitting a shoe store for some new training shoes, a pair of dressy boots, sandals, and a couple other shoes I can only call stylish. Then another shop where she found 'just the right jacket'. I have to say it looked perfect on her, snug around her waist, shapely over her breasts. Across from them was a lingerie shop, and she pulled me to the display in the window, "Can we go in? Just to look around? Please?"

Now I have to tell you, I hadn't been in one of these shops in many years, and it had been a form of agony back then. Well, I was breaking out in a cold sweat, stammering I'd wait in the mall. But Madge would have none of that, "Don't be silly, you'll be fine. We're just going to look anyway."

As we stepped in a clerk asked if she could be of help, then suddenly said, "Madge?"

"Jeannie! When did you start here? How have you been? "

"Well, let's see, you and I were at Macy's for Christmas, we were let go after New Years, and I lost track of you. One day at Macy's I had a conversation with a lady I was helping. Mrs. Patrick. She was the owner of this shop, and wasn't happy with the girl she had in here. She asked me to stop in when I had a chance, and when the Christmas rush was over, I had a lot of time so I dropped in. The girl that was working here was slovenly and rude, and I knew why sales were way down. When Mrs. Patrick came out of the office, she took a look at me, then the other girl and asked me to step into the office. Girl, that had to be the fastest interview I've ever had. Within five minutes she asked me when I could start, and five minutes after that she had me signed up and the other girl fired."

"Wow, that worked well for you. Oh, by the way, This is my boss, Josh Murphy. He's helping me out some."

Madge filled her in about the last seven months, and where she had met me. Jeannie's brows went up when she heard I was buying clothes for Madge, "Well, if I had known there was such a knight out there, I might have tried my luck."

"Easy girl, this knight is taken."

With that, they broke into gleeful laughter and strolled further into the shop. I just tagged along, looking at the two of them. What a contrast...Madge, with her feminine shape, and flowing auburn hair and Jeannie, a few years younger, slim, almost boyish in shape, although you would never mistake her shapely butt for a boy's. Her hair was a light brown, tending towards blonde, cut close to her face. As they moved from rack to rack, they were catching up with each other, and from the way they rubbed against each other I sensed just how comfortable they were together. Jeannie would remove a set here and a set there, handing them to Madge, and after tweny or thirty minutes, led her back to a changing room, then showed me a bench I could wait on, "Can I get you something...water, maybe?"

"Not right now, but thanks. Shouldn't you be doing something?"

"Oh, I am," She said with a smile, "I'm helping you spend money."

"And what makes you think I'm spending?"

Again she smiled, "Two things; one, I've seen how you look at her, and two, wait until she shows you what she's trying on. I've been here long enough to know what effect she will have. She's already a beauty, wait 'til you see the icing.'

That's when Madge stepped out from behind the curtain. I audible caught my breath.

"Told you."

Madge strode to me, did a slow turn looking over her shoulder. If I hadn't known how gorgeous she was, I did now. She was wearing a light green set. It just covered the tips of her breasts, the pink of her nipples peeking through the material. The panties barely covered any more, riding high on her hips, sweeping gracefully over her cheeks and between her legs. When she faced me again, the material came to just above her pussy, leaving some auburn hair exposed over the top.

"Oh honey," Said Jeannie, "we're going to have to mow that lawn if you're going to wear something like this."

"Josh, what do you think? Do you like this on me...should we trim the lawn...can you speak?"

"Don't laugh at me. I'm an old man, so much beauty in one minute like this could kill me. You look marvelous, and Jeannie, you're right-it is icing."

"What else do you have back there?"

Madge spun, strolled back behind the curtain, Jeannie following with offers of help. They didn't close the curtain all the way, I could watch them in the wall mounted mirror. Madge quickly removed the set, while Jeannie selected another. I could see Madge clearly. She bent forward, sliding the next panties up her legs, her breasts swinging freely, the nipples standing out. As she stood, Jeannie slid another bra over Madge's breasts, her hands lingering in a gentle caress. Madge leaned back, her cheek brushing Jeannie's. They exchange whispers, then looked at me in the mirror. Slowly, Jeannie's hands brought the back straps together, hooking them, then she held the curtain open for Madge.

Again, I was looking at a vision of loveliness. She was breathing rapidly, and her eyes had a lidded, smoky look, "Do you like what you see? Shall we get it?" 

All I could do was nod. Words just couldn't get past my dry lips.

Madge looked at me again then stepped into the dressing room. She came back out a few minutes later, dressed, with several items in her hand. As we stepped to the register, Jeannie commented what good choices Madge had made, and only wished she could afford them. Madge looked at me with a raised eyebrow, so, I turned to Jeannie telling her to pick something, and add it to my account.

"Josh, can we invite Jeannie up to the cabin? I'd like to catch up with her more, and she could model her choice for you."

"Sure. When are you off next Jeannie?"

"I have to be here over the weekend, but I'm off Monday and Tuesday, so I can do it either day."

"Josh, do you mind if she's there both days?'

"No, not at all. I'm sure we'll enjoy having her up there."

After we finished the business part of our conversation, I wrote out directions to the cabin, including my phone number in case she got lost. Madge and I were headed in the direction of the Mustang, when once again she was tugging on my arm, this time pulling me into a cafe. We sat at a table away from others. She insisted I sit next to her, then moved right against me. In a low voice she said, "I really want to thank you for all this, but I also want to ask you something."

"Sure, what is it?

She was interrupted by the waitress, asking if we would like to order. "Two coffees, please. And a couple Danish."

I could see Madge mulling her question, then she asked when I had felt the 'tingle' with my wife. As I thought back to when we had met, the hum of the cafe receded into the background.

"It was while I was in the Navy. I was staying with a shipmate, Earl, and his wife at their apartment in Long Beach. One day I was working on my car-well under it actually-and this great pair of legs slowly walked by. All I could see was high heels, legs and shorts. I tried getting a better look, but by the time I scooted out, she was walking away from me. 

Later that night we were playing cards when a friend of theirs came in; she was about my height, very nicely curved, still in shorts and heels. She was wearing a light, tight sweater, her hair was platinum blonde. Madge, right then my heart stopped. If anyone ever felt a 'tingle', I did then. Earl's wife, Cathy, introduced us; her name was Naomi. I picked up a British term in Hong Kong, 'gobsmacked'. I never understood it, but right then I did, and I was.

She joined us at cards, but I wasn't following them. If we had been playing for money, I'd have lost everything. She kept watching me then asked if I were the legs she saw under the car? Before I could even answer she just nodded to herself, and smiled.

Well, long story shortened, we started dating, and within a few months were engaged.

I was off on another WesPac cruise the rest of that year. Naomi and I wrote while I was gone, strengthening our ties. I got back to the States in April,left the Navy in August, we married in September. I moved around in a few jobs in Southern California, eventually we moved up here. In among all that we had the two kids."

"Wow...you're telling me all that happened because the two of you just saw each other's legs?"

"When I got back from that last cruise, she told me about her 'tingle', and how she knew we were going to marry."

Madge sat quietly for several minutes, then asked if we could go home. All the way back she looked to be in deep thought, just staring out the side window. I felt it best to leave her to her thoughts. Stopping at Jerry's Pizza in town, I picked up one to go , then headed up the hill towards the house. Madge took dinner and her bags in while I put the Mustang in the barn, recovering it.

         ***

Back in the house, the pizza was on plates and a pair of beers were opened. We took them out to the deck in time for sunset. 

The summer sunsets in the Pacific Northwest are drawn out affairs, the sky slowly losing color long after the sun passes behind the Olympics on the western horizon. The stars take just as long to appear, often not showing until 10 pm or later. It was only as the last light faded away that Madge finally started talking, and then in a low voice that I had to strain to hear at first.

"You were so lucky. You found your love, and she found hers...and it worked for you."

I sat quietly. She was looking for words to match her thoughts, my sense was to wait.

" I have been in three relationships that might have been considered serious. None had that feeling. I missed that."

"Marjorie...don't give up on yourself, or on life, or the fates, or the gods if you will. We never know what may be around the next turn in our lives. You can go down the same road a hundred times and nothing happens. And on one hundred and one, you go around a bend and BINGO, there's a unicorn. I don't have some magic power that let's me see the future, but I'm sure your life has a major change in it. Let it come to you."

"Will you hold me? I feel cold."

"Come sit on my lap, I'll keep you warm."

She slid into my lap, putting her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulder. I wrapped her in my arms, whispering into her ear, "You're safe with me."

We watched the summer constellations come out, and when the Moon's light started washing them out, moved into the house.

"It's late, we should get some sleep."

"Josh...can I sleep with you tonight? Please..."

"Of course. Join me when you're ready."

I went to my room, and contrary to my usual practice, put on t-shirt and shorts, then slid between the sheets. Minutes later Madge came in, spooning into me so I could hold her in my arms. 

"Thank you...I need this."

"Why so sad?"

" I don't have anyone loving me the way you and Naomi loved each other."

"Darlin' don't count yourself short. I watched Jeannie with you today. There is real affection there."

She rolled in my arms, her breasts pressing into my chest, her belly and legs against mine. My cock firmly against her and slowly getting hard. Her sweet breathe brushed my cheek, "What about Jeannie? Do you think she's into women?"

"That I don't know, but she was genuinely happy to see you, and couldn't stop touching you. And she really got into caressing you. Remember?"

"Emm, yes, that did feel sooo good. And you enjoyed watching. I saw you in the mirror."

"You two were beautiful together. Haven't you been lovers?"

"No. Could you accept me having a woman lover?"

"I accept you the way you are.I don't want you changing to please me."

"You know I felt the 'tingle', don't you."

"When did you feel it?"

"Down by the lake. I thought so the first time we met. I was sure when you came back and we sat and talked. You were polite and respectful and willing to listen to me. And I knew. And today, at Jeannie's shop, I knew you felt it too. Jeannie spotted it on me, and as we left the shop she told me she saw it on you also."

"It was much like that for me too. That first day all I could see were your hair and your eyes, oh, and your freckles. But the next time? I was happy you were alone, and more than willing to sit and listen and look and just take in your essence. Yes, I felt it also. And right now, this is where you should be. In my arms.Can we talk more tomorrow? As much as I want this conversation, my eyes just won't stay open."

         ***

Friday, the bed was empty when I woke. 

It was after eight, much later than I normally slept, the house still. Quickly dressing in sweat pants and slippers I went down to the kitchen. There was fresh coffee in the maker and my cup sitting next to it. Pouring coffee, I looked around. Madge's bags from yesterday were still on the table. Looking further I could see the doors to the deck were open. Sitting on a chaise, her feet drawn up, and cup to her lips, Madge was looking out over the lake and trees. Bogart was curled next to the chaise, chin on paws.

"Good morning. Are you all right?"

"Yes, thank you. I was just thinking...Last night, when you held me as we sat out here, you said a couple things that have me confused. You said I would always be safe with you. And last night in bed, I felt your cock pressing against me. But you didn't try anything. Why?"

"I'll answer in reverse order...By that time it was Oh Dark Thirty. Naomi wouldn't have gotten action out of me then. I'm an old man, I need my sleep. Its what keeps my wrinkles smooth.Now part two. As long as you stay with me, no one will harm you. You are safe. "

"That's it? I'm physically safe, that's what you meant?"

"Not just physically. Look, it's early and I may not say this just the way I mean it, but I'll try."

I sipped at my coffee as I gathered my thoughts, "I feel a connection with you. The last person I felt something this strongly with was Naomi. But I don't know where we are going. Not yet any way. I don't have sex randomly, I don't just fuck for the sake of fucking. If, or when, we join it will be an act of love. That is how I am. But you said there were two things you wondered about. What's the other?"

"Wow, that's a deeper answer than I expected, and yet, no less than I expect from you. Ok...we were talking about me and Jeannie, ...you said if we were lovers, you could accept that. That you wouldn't expect me to change?"

"Let's go make some breakfast. This is going to be a long convo."

While she made breakfast, I fed Bogart, then poured us more coffee, carrying the cups out to the deck. Just as Madge stepped out, a herd of deer moved out of the tree line to the south. Holding up a hand, I pointed them out. Putting the plates down, she backed against me so I could hold her as we watched them move to the east.

Once they had disappeared back into the trees she turned around, gave me a light kiss, and sat . We ate in silence, simply enjoying each others presence. 

Breakfast finished, Madge cleared the dishes and brought out more coffee. Bogart worked his way around the yard, sniffing, finally tracking the deer a bit before coming back up on the deck and flopping at Madges feet.




Down by the Lake Ch. 02



"Well," I began, "when Naomi and I first married, we didn't have a lot. It might have been a good year or more until we bought a small tv. There were only four or five channels available so it didn't matter much any way. But we had radio and a stereo for music, we spent a lot of time on the beach, and we read. Boy did we read. We read westerns, sci-fi, philosophy. She was into romance novels, I was reading anything that looked sexy.

One of the authors I came across was named Rimmer. He had several books out; one was about an experimental college, another about a man with two wives. I read those books several times, mainly because I felt an underlying message, and I wanted to dig it out. One night it came to me; we are capable-if we let ourselves-we have an ability to love more than one person at a time. Equally and without reservation. I couldn't wait to share this revelation with Naomi, but when I tried, I was stammering all over myself I was so excited.

She had me go through it twice, then asked to read the books herself. A week later we were having evening drinks when she told me she had finished Rimmer, and yes, she could see what I meant, it was possible to love more than one. Then she hit me with the hammer."

"What?"

"Not literally. She said, 'I see where this could be a beautiful way to expand our lives. I've never expected you to meet all my wants or needs, and I'm sure you know I can't meet all of yours.' Now I'm sitting there licking my lips like a kitten at a bowl of cream when she finished her thought, 'I could have a lover, or a second husband too.' "

"NO! she didn't! Oh that's hilarious! Here you thought it was going to be you and multiple wives, and she turned it on you. I wish I could have seen your face."

"Well, I'm glad you think it was funny. I sure didn't. I had this picture of me and a couple doting wives, and all the loving I could handle. Naomi flipped that idea on it's head. As she told me the next day, 'What's good for the Gander is good for the Goose.'"

"What did you do?"

"Went off in a corner and sulked."

"You did what?"

"Well, not really sulked. I sat and thought. And slowly came to the realization she was right, for this philosophy to work, I would have to shed my sense of ownership-privilege if you will- and freely share. Thinking back on the books, the women weren't subserviant to the men, they were equals. It took many days of thinking to get it all straight in my head. Remember, I was also working, and when I was there, that's where my mind was.

Anyway, I started doing mental exercises, picturing different scenarios; me with another woman, how would Naomi react? Naomi and another man, how do I react? The two of us with a third, man or woman? After a week or so, I had the basics worked out in my head, and we started talking it over more."

"What about jealousy?"

"Ahh, the big one. That's the one that I had the most trouble with. I would picture her with somone, and feel a tighness in my chest. But the more I visualized situations, the less impact they had. Eventually it was a minor tickle in the back of my brain."

"Did you guys ever do anything?"

"Oh yes. After that we were open to the possibilities, but unsure where to find this mysterious other person. We looked into swinging, but didn't like the premise of sex for sex sake. There was also a line of thought called 'Open Marriage' which basically went 'I can have lovers, and you can have lovers, we just won't talk about it'. That didn't feel right to us either. If she had another man, or I a woman, we wanted them as part of our lives, together."

"In bed and everything?"

"We talked about that too, in fact we talked a lot about everthing, but yeah, we considered that also."

"And..."

"We couldn't see it as a constant, but once in a while, yes, it would add a spice to things. We would imagine Naomi wth myself and another man, and she would be the center of attention. Another time, her and another woman with me the center."

"What about her and the woman, or you and the man?"

"Ahh, the final barriers. I guess women may be more open to that sort of experimentation than men, especially back then. That was another scenario we worked through. Whether we would have same sex partners. Naomi could picture the sensuousness of another woman-think of yourself and Jeannie. I wasn't so sure. The thought of kissing a guy, let alone playing with his equipment, I didn't know if I could or not."

"Did you ever find some one else? How about Naomi, did she?"

"We both found someone. Not at the same time, it seldom works that way. But yeah, we did. Unfortunately, they didn't work out over the long run; He was always nervous around me, I guess he couldn't take the openness."

"And the woman you found?"

"She wanted me to choose between Naomi and her. That was a no-win for her. She didn't understand the dynamics."

"And all this based on some novels."

"Yes. And no. I learned years later Rimmer's philosophy was based on actual experience; he and his wife had a relationship with another couple for over twenty years."

"Wow."

It was noon, we were getting pretty warm on the deck, hunger was raising it's head.

"Let's go inside, we can talk more in there."

         ***

In the kitchen I headed for the refrigerator-only to be cut off by Madge.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Lunch."

"I said the kitchen is mine, shoo. And what were you planning on?"

"Ham sandwich, maybe a beer. You know, lunch."

"Nope, you're slimming down and shaping up. If I'm sticking around, so are you. You get a salad. And water. And no arguing, do you hear?"

" You're serious aren't you?"

Now, you might ask why I put up with being bossed around in my own home. Well thats easy; First, she said everything with a smile. Second, she was right about my diet. Third, the 'tingle'. And finally, there is no way I could turn down anything that beauty asked of me.

So I ate my salad like a good boy, drank my water as if I enjoyed it, and got a big smile and an even larger hug for my efforts. As I ate, I asked about Madge's family; what was her life like after her Dad died, where was her mother now, did she have any siblings?

"After Dad died, things were rough for us. Mom collected Dad's life insurance, and that paid off the house but there wasn't much left after that. She was already working as an office assistant, so we were ok there. She still lives in Tacoma.

Me? Junior high was rough. Kids can be cruel, and they were about my dad. I became a loner, stayed away from almost everyone else outside of class. I had a couple friends, but when we went to high school, they went to one and I went to the other. In high school I formed a couple new friendships in my freshman year. By my junior year I had come out of my shell, had joined several school groups, and was dating. I gave up my virginity at seventeen to a guy on the football team, what a cliche, didn't date any one seriously in my senior year.

I went to Community College, thinking I could get my Associate degree then move on to UW for my last two years. But that didn't happen."

"Why not?"

"Money. I didn't have it. So I joined the real estate office as an associate, taking courses evenings, doing whatever they needed during the day. That's where I met Dave, we became friends, but that's all. When I had my license, I started selling, and I made decent money, but I wasn't getting the big commission sales, the owner gave those to his favorites. And I wasn't one of his favorites."

"Why not?"

"I kept my legs closed."

"Oh..."

"The rest you know, lost job, lost job, lost job. And now I'm here."

"Is being here a...problem?"

"Oh lord no. You said I have changes coming in my life, I hope so. And please, dear God, let you be one of them."

I opened my arms, she slid into my lap. We seemed to be doing that a lot these last two days. There were tears on her cheeks, I kissed them away, then her eyes and the corner of her mouth, and then her lips. One of us groaned, or maybe both did. I pulled her against me, she tightened her arms around me and our kiss grew more passionate. I slid my hand up her neck, under her hair, pulling her as tightly to my lips as I could.

When she finally pulled away, it was to pull my shirt off. She dipped to my nipple, licking and kissing as she went, and when she reached her target, began sucking and biting . If I wasn't alive before, I was now! Sensations I hadn't felt in almost ten years ran through my body. My nipples felt every touch, my cock sprang to life, and a moan came rolling out of my throat.

My hands weren't idle either. I pulled her shirt up as far as possible, cupping her breasts in my hands. Her nipples-hot in my hands-grew hard and pointed, her breathing became ragged, she squirmed in my lap, rubbing my cock into a hardness I had all but forgotten.

"Stop," I whispered hoarsely, "let's go get more comfortable. "

I pulled her to her feet, then up the stairs into my bedroom. A breeze wafting through the open window, warmed by the sun, felt wonderful on my bare skin. Quickly, I finished removing her shirt, then knelt before her, unfastening her shorts and pulling shorts and panties down in one motion. Her hands were on my head, drawing me to her softly rounded belly, where I laid the softest of touches before slowly laying a line of kisses to her pussy. Parting her auburn hair with my finger tips, a drop of moisture gleamed on lower lips. Extending my tongue, I tasted a delicious mixture, reminiscent of strawberries and honey. I could do nothing but press my lips against her. 

Slowly, she backed to the bed, holding me to her. When her legs met the edge, she laid back, still holding me to her pussy. I slowly opened her to my gaze, exploring the wonders of the pink lips, engorging in her excitement. Holding her open, I drew circles with my tongue, searching for each delicious drop. She was moaning, then sighing, then lightly moaning again until suddenly she closed her legs about my head, pulled my face hard against her pussy and arched up, a low, growling, groan rumbled from her throat. She held us there for several moments, then slowly eased back down, releasing her hold on me.

As her breathing slowed, she tugged me up 'til we were face to face, "It's going to be your turn in a minute, but I do need to catch my breath. Where did you learn that? Never mind, tell me another time. Just kiss me now. Emm, is that me on your lips? I taste good. No one has ever gone down on me before. I like that, will you do it again? Tell me later, I want you on your back, it's my turn now."

Obviously, she had her breath back, because with a quick move she had us reversed; now I was on my back, and she was diving for the waist band of my sweat pants. In one swift motion I was stripped bare, and she was kneeling over me. That is when she paused, looking me over, licking her lips, a gleam in her eyes as she slowly bent to my lips.

We kissed, a long slow kiss that she slowly pulled down my chin, to my throat, to my chest, then back to my nipples. Moving back and forth from one to the other, she had them as hard as could be. Then she started kissing down my stomach, her hands remaining on my chest, her nails scrapping at my nipples. She stopped only briefly at my navel, then moved that little more to the tip of my cock. Kisses were planted all around the head, then down one side, then back up along the large vein on the bottom. Again, she planted kisses, down the other side, and up the vein. When she reached the head, her lips engulfed me, sliding down until she reached her throat, then up and down until I was on the verge of coming. 

"Stop, I'll cum if you don't"

"I want you to. I want to taste you, like you tasted me."

"Later, now I must be in you. I have to feel us become one."

"God, you do know how to sweet talk a girl. Don't move, let me do this."

She lifted herself up, bringing her hips over mine, then holding my cock with her left hand positioned me at her entrance. She lowered herself until my cock head was just in her, looked me in the eyes, and slid down in one move. That low rumble came from her throat again, and I could feel her pussy vibrating and clamping around me. As she started to rise I stopped her,"Wait, I want to feel you like this, I always want to remember this moment, the first time in you. Come down here, kiss me."

We held that moment for several minutes, kissing lightly, almost nibbling on each other's lips, but soon the need to move became paramount. She, rising and falling. Me pushing up into her. Soon we were going as hard, as fast as we could. Suddenly, I could hold back no longer. Thrusting upward, The cum rushing through me, I moaned out my release. Even as I was thrusting into her, Madge was arching back, inhaling deeply, and then, with her low, rumbling groan, she joined me in heaven.

Slowly, we came back to earth, holding each other, not wanting the feeling to pass. I held her to my chest, her weight nothing to me. The kisses we exchanged had a new flavor, a new meaning to them. Again she looked at me, a smile dancing over her lips.

"What just happened? I've never felt so alive like this. What did you do to me?"

"Darling, I told you, I only do this for love."

"Well, don't stop loving me. It feels too good."

I slowly rolled her to my side, trying to not break our connection, but my cock finally deflated and slid out. After a moment, I needed to pee, and whispered I'd be right back. Madge was drifting into sleep when I rejoined her, so I carefully moved back into bed, pulling just a sheet over us. Taking her into my arms, studying her face, I too drifted off.

         ***

"JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

Scrambling to get my senses back as I sat up, Marge sitting next to me, her eyes large as saucers. 

"Wha..."

"Something cold just stuck into my butt!"

Wipng the sleep out of my eyes, I looked over her shoulder, then flopped back on my pillow. Laughing so hard it hurt, all I could say was, "Welcome to the family. Bogart just checked you out!"

She spun, finding the big black dog sitting next to the bed, what had to be a dog smile all over his face, his tongue hanging to the side.

Have you ever heard a dog laugh? It's a kind of a breathy 'huh, huh, huh'

And THAT is what Bogart was doing.

"You put him up to that didn't you?"

"Not me. If anyone's going to have his nose in your butt, it'll be me. And I'd believe you were upset if you weren't trying so hard at not laughing."

"Oh Gawd, that was a shock!, why didn't you warn me he was back there? Am I going to have to keep an eye out for him from now on?"

"I don't think so, although you can never be too sure. He does seem to like you."

"Well, I like him too, but that's going to far."

*****



Down by the Lake Ch. 03



Still chuckling, I suggested we get up, see about some food. We padded down to the kitchen, clothes not being necessary. Madge cobbled up sandwiches while I opened pop. We moved back out to the deck, soaking sunshine into every exposed pore of our bodies.

"Mmm...This feels so exotic, hot sun, no clothes; can we do this all the time?

"You may not like it in January, but sure, why not. We'd see any one coming up the road in plenty of time to dress. Naomi and I, and the kids too, would run around naked as jay birds from June into September. We just have to coat up the bits that haven't had much sun."

"I'll do you, if you'll do me."

"There's a deal."

We spent the rest of the day, and evening, cuddling, kissing and talking. And Saturday. And-except for a grocery run in the morning-Sunday. Sure, we took time to eat, and clean up, and shower, but if we weren't on the deck, we were in bed, and in between, showering off the sweat we generated.

***

Bogart got fed, but not by Madge. She said she wasn't going to bend over anywhere near that damn dog. He just wandered around behind her, that silly grin on his face, going 'huh, huh, huh'.

I found Madge eager for every position imaginable when it came to love making. Whether she was on top or me, on her hands and knees, or on her stomach with me sliding in from behind, she was an eager lover. Being the old guy, I relied as much-or more-on my hands, fingers and tongue to please her, as I did my cock. By Sunday afternoon we were sated, content to lie out on the deck, soaking in the sun's rays.

I had been idly looking at the deck, when it occurred to me it was looking a bit seedy. It was after all, as old as the house.

"I wonder...Madge, what would you think of a spa out here? Maybe over on the west side where it can be sheltered from the winter winds?"

"What about the rain?"

"I'm sure we could come up with a roof that would protect us, and still leave the view open to us. I have the house drawings in the office; I'll see what's possible."

In the office, I'd pulled the plans from their tube and was studying the deck details when my phone rang. Not having pockets just then, I had to search for the phone. I found it just as it stopped ringing. Checking the number, it wasn't one I was familiar with, and was about to forget about it when Madge asked from the deck if that was Jeannie?

Oops, better call back and find out.

It was. "I was afraid I had the wrong number or something. Are we still on for Monday? Can I come out?"

"Sure, but I should warn you, there have been some changes out here."

"You bedded her didn't you? I can hear it in your voice. Was she good? Were you? I want to know"

Laughing I said, "I'll never tell, but that's not what I was going to warn you about. We're running around nude, and I don't think Madge will get dressed until the first frost."

"Oh is that all? It's just that much less I'll have to pack. And I do owe you a fashion show."

"Now that I'm looking forward to. When can I look for, I mean expect, you?"

"You're near Fairfax?"

"Uh huh"

"It'll take me about an hour to get there...say about ten?"

"Ok, I'll tell Madge. See you tomorrow."

***

Sunday night we were in bed-the door closed for some reason, me slowly stroking into her pussy from behind. Her back was arched and she was pushing back against me. Dropping her head she gave a low moan and a shudder, held still. Looking over her shoulder, Lord what a beautiful sight, she asked if I wanted to make love to Jeannie.

"I don't know...I don't know her well enough yet. Do you want to?"

Another shudder, her pussy clamping on me, her head dropping again.

"Yes, if she does. Ever since you mentioned her touching me, she's been in the back of my mind. Oh, push like that again. I've always liked her, but there has been a 'something' around her, that kept me back a little."

"Do you want time alone with her?"

"No, hold still, I feel a small one coming...oh, that was nice. You're so good to me. No, anything we do, I want you there. No secrets. Now Finish Me. Fuck me."

And over the edge we went, driving into her with all my strength, her pussy holding me in its silken vise. Every muscle in my body cried for release, and then, that now familiar low, rumbling, groan rose from her throat. In response I pushed as far as I could, then froze as I erupted every last ounce of myself into her.

Finally, totally spent, we slid to the mattress. Covering her with my body, I laid kisses across her back and shoulders. I started to move, but she asked me to stay for a few minutes more. Eventually I rolled to the side, gathered her in my arms, and drifted off to sleep.

***

Monday started with an overcast sky. Not rainy, just a slow-to-burn off cover with the probability of a warm day, maybe a light breeze. I laid in bed watching a bird on the window sill, mulling over the past two weeks, amazed at the changes in my life. When I told Madge she had changes ahead of her, little did I know the changes in store for me. I went from an 'I didn't know I was lonely' widower, to the gray beard with the sexiest woman in three counties.

It finally occurred to me I was in an empty bed. Sitting up, I hadn't felt this alive since Naomi was healthy. Cares I had been carrying for years receded to the far reaches of my mind. Stretching, I reached for my clothes, then realized I didn't need them. Getting up, it was into the shower, shave, trim the beard, then on down to the kitchen where I found Madge sitting at the table, cup in hand, staring at Bogart, studiously keeping his back to her.

"Good morning," I said with a kiss, "ahh, what's going on?"

"He won't look at me. I've put his food out, but he turns his back to me."

"What did you expect? You locked him out of the bedroom."

"Yes, but..."

"Darling, he considers himself a member of the family. Give him a few hours, then offer a treat. He'll come around. Now, what's for breakfast? Ignore him."

After breakfast I was sitting in the office, going over my ideas for the spa. Bogart was next to my chair, chin on his paws when Madge came in. She ignored him, while we went over the drawing. There were some suggestions on her part, I threw in a 'what if' and as she answered, jumped. Bogart had sat up and was nudging her pocket. She just gave a small smile, and let him convince her to give up the treat.

After that, they were best friends, and she never closed a door on him. She did keep her butt covered. Just in case.

A little after ten, Jeannie came up the drive, horn blaring, shouting, "I'm here! Let the orgy begin."

Bogart was out the door like a shot to see what was what. Madge and I followed, only to find Bogart, paws up on her window edge, keeping Jeannie in the car. "Help! Get this wolf off me!"

Laughing, Madge called Bogart to her, allowing Jeannie out of the car.

She stepped out, looking as pretty as could be. Sandals and tight shorts highlighted her legs, a loose top fluttered softly in the breeze, showing off her pointed breasts.

One of us said, "Wow." I know I was thinking it. Madge complimented her on her entrance. Taking two quick steps into Madge's arms, Jeannie kissed her fully on the lips, holding it for many more seconds than I would expect in a friendly greeting. I could hear her quietly telling Madge how much she had been missed. Madge, for her part, replied she too had missed Jeannie, then looked over at me saying, "Maybe you were right."

"About what?" Jeannie asked, looking back and forth.

"We'll explain later, welcome to our home. Don't I get a kiss too?"

"Oh yes you do! And I owe you a fashion show too. I haven't forgotten."

She jumped into my arms, wrapping hers around my neck, and planting a kiss that curled my toes. No, really, I felt my toes curl. She pulled her legs up, leaving me holding her butt in my hands. I didn't mind. Not at all.

Still in my arms, she leaned back, looked over at Madge, asking, "Can we share him?"

"Whoa girl, let's do some catching up before you try cutting in. Besides, I suspect you and I are going to have a serious convo."

"Oh all right, you can have him back. But I call seconds."

Tension broken. I put her down, somewhat reluctantly I must admit, and we showed her into the house. Me carrying her bags, of course. And not just one or two, three, and a large purse. Not that I'm complaining you understand. I was trailing two beautiful asses, being supported by four gorgeous legs. If I'd had a free hand, I'd have smacked myself just to be sure I was awake.

They stopped in the kitchen just long enough to pour coffee, then Madge led Jeannie through the house. Me? I was schlepping luggage up to what would be Jeannie's bedroom.

Having done all the work I planned on, it was back to the kitchen, then out on the deck. The morning clouds had burned off, and the air was warming nicely. I considered stripping down, but settled with just taking off my shirt. Bogart was in his usual spot, next to the chair. Life was good.

Ten minutes later, the women came bustling out on the deck, talking up a storm. Bogart looked up, groaned, and ambled to the far edge of the deck, flopping down. I picked up their conversation in mid topic, "...and Mrs. Patrick has been great to work for, but I'm still not making enough to get a place of my own. My parents have been great, never a complaint, and they love having the kids around, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind some peace and quiet."

"How old are they?"

"My parents? In their fifties. They're getting up there."

I choked on that one, Madge shot me a look, "No, the kids."

My ears were on 'full function' at that bit of news, but I stayed quiet.

With a quick glance my way, Jeannie replied the two boys were eight and six.

I chimed in, "What are their names?"

"JD is eight, just a bundle of energy, there isn't a tree he won't climb or a game he won't try. Clark is six, he's more studious. He'll play, and loves riding his bike, but already he can read above his grade level, and math fascinates him."

"Where's their father?" I asked

"North Dakota. Well, that's as of the last I heard from him, and that was months ago. We're divorced, and he's supposed to be sending child support, but big whoop, it never seems to happen."

"Bummer."

"Yeah. Now, can we get on to happier things? Where's the swimming pool? Can I get naked? What are we doing this afternoon...?"

"You want to get naked?"

"Josh..."

"Yes Madge?"

"I think she's kidding you."

"Or are you dear?" With an upturned eye brow toward our guest.

"Just kidding. Although..."

After that it was kidding back at each other, easing the little tension that had risen. I had the impression this was common between them, Jeannie would tease, Madge would react. Yet it appeared they both enjoyed the game.

***

We broke for lunch; salad, pita, pop. Carrying it back to the deck, they sat shoulder to shoulder while I sat across the table, watching. Once again I noticed Jeannie regularly placing a hand on Madge's arm, or brushing her fingers over Madge's skin. Occasionally a blush would pass over Jeannie's face and chest and she would pause in mid-sentence. The third time it happened, Madge put her hand on Jeannie's arm, "Honey, can I ask you a question?"

Without waiting for an answer she went on, "Are you in love with me?"

Jeannie started to rise, but Madge pulled her back down, "its ok if you are, I think I have a lot of affection for you too. If you do, let's just get it in the open. And if not...oops, my bad."

"How...how did you know?"

"Josh spotted it the other day in the shop, AND pointed out my reactions. Even though he's sitting right there, I have to say he's very perceptive."

"Can we talk about this later? Alone?"

"No, Honey. We'll do it with Josh. I don't want any secrets between us. He's been helping me see sides I didn't know I had, let alone existed."

For the next hour they talked, by the time they had finished, they had cried, and hugged, then cried and hugged again. Honest to God, I was wrung out, and I hadn't said a word.

When they had been wound down for a while, I suggested a walk, a chance to show Jeannie some of the property. Whistling up Bogart, we strolled toward the lake, Madge pointing out where she and Dave had camped, where she and I had sat and talked, "That's where I knew he was for me."

"Just like that?"

"Um hm."

"And now?"

She looked over at me. "Oh, I guess I love him, not that he's done anything to earn it all afternoon."

"Kinda slow, is he?"

"Hey Wait! No fair! We've had company. My car wouldn't start. I had a flat tire! My suit's at the cleaners! Baby, forgive me!" As I dropped to one knee.

"Oooh you," she said as she tackled me. We rolled around trying to tickle each other, laughing.

'Hey, I'm still here you know."

Madge and I looked up at her, and in unison, "Get her!"

"No! Wait, I didn't mean..."

Too late. We had her on the ground, tickling, caressing, soon kissing, touching each other. It didn't matter who kissed who, and soon where didn't matter either. I found myself kissing Madge one moment, Jeannie the next. I had Madge's shirt off, licking her nipples while she was kissing Jeannie. Someone's hand was in my shorts, fondling my cock, then I had Jeannie's small, pointy tits in my mouth. A moment later we were in a three way kiss. Eventually we stopped, everyone breathing heavily. I pulled the girls in to me, kissed both, and asked if they were ready to head back.

"Maybe in a minute." said one, "Umm, what she said." from the other.

Just over Madge's shoulder, Bogart stood, head crooked to one side.

Finally we meandered up the hill, they carrying their tops, me dusting the 'dirt' off their bottoms. Gently, of course.

Back at the deck we sprawled on two of the chaise. Significantly, Madge and Jeannie together.

Madge looked over Jeannie's shoulder, asking if I minded. I blew her a kiss and mouthed 'enjoy'. She turned back to Jeannie, laying kisses around her ear, along the jaw, and on to her mouth. She responded by cupping her left hand along Madge's face, pulling her in for deeper kisses. For the longest time they laid together, kissing, murmuring to one another, stopping to look into eyes that saw only each other. They didn't seem to be building to a peak; rather I sensed it was more of an awakening, a realization that they did love each other.

When they did roll towards me, the smiles were a mile wide, and the sparkle in their eyes just as deep.

Madge, "Thank you for being so understanding. I love you for that."

"He doesn't mind?"

"Jeannie, the two of you are so perfect together, there is no way I could mind. I don't own Madge; she is free to love you all she wants. It doesn't diminish my love for her, and I hope doesn't diminish her love of me."

"Don't you feel jealous? Even a little? Or is the girl on girl action turning you on?"

"That girl on this girl is a turn on. Especially with those sweet nipples glowing in the sun, but I'm not jealous. I learned how to get past that years ago. Now I see beauty, and I bathe in it, and am happy to be here, now."

"Madge...can we take him to bed? I want to make love, and feel love, and I want both of you, and I want both of you now."

"Yes Honey, we'll take him to bed. And we'll fuck him into a stupor, then love each other, then sleep a bit, and then start all over again."

***

Upstairs, Jeannie wanted to strip me first, but Madge and I unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them down her legs, caressing as we went, then sliding our hands ever so gently back up. Madge and I looked at each other, knowing each move we were going to make. Together our hands roamed her thighs, her butt, came around to her belly, dipping back down the front of her thighs, up either side of her pussy, and then, taking turns pressing the front of her panties. Nodding her head, Madge tugged the moist cloth down, and I leaned in, first taking a deep breath, then admiring the closely cut hair and her pussy, open and inviting. On its own, my tongue swiped from bottom to top, causing her knees to buckle.

We lowered her to the bed, Madge on her left, me on the right, dropping to those sweet little breasts; no more than a small handful, but topped with half-dollar sized areola and quarter inch nipples. I kissed right, she left, sucking, pulling, and biting. Jeanie arched, holding us in place, and with a low keening cry came for the first time.

As she settled back, Madge moved to her lips, kissing and sucking on them. I ran a trail of kisses down her belly, straight to her pussy. Avoiding her clit, I used my tongue on her thighs, across her pubic mound, between her lips. First over the outer lips, then deeper, I tasted her. Driving my tongue ever deeper I searched for the source of the nectar. Soon it was her clit I turned to. Like her nipples, it stood proudly, clear of its hood, calling for my attention, and like the nipples, I kissed, I nibbled, and most of all I sucked on that wondrous button.

Suddenly she clamped her thighs over my ears and from a distance I heard a muffled, extended, "Oh, Gaawwdd..."

I focused on her clit, sucking it in, flicking my tongue tip left and right, up and down, biting gently, then sucking again. I felt myself rising. She was arching her ass clear of the bed, coming once again. I cupped her butt in my hands, squeezing and lifting, pressing her to my face, lapping all the juices within reach. She slowly eased down, spent.

Her legs opened, allowing me a breath. Looking up, Madge was watching me, wiggling her fingers, signaling I should move up to her. Kissing my way up Jeannie's body, I met Madge's lips. She tasted the sweet juices, smiled, and licked me again.

"She's delicious."

"Almost as good as you."

"I'll bet you say that to all the women you go down on."

"Only those in the last week."

"Mmm, guys, you know I'm still here don't you?"

"Oh, we know. How are you doing?"

"Very, very good. And he hasn't even fucked me yet."

I dipped my mouth to Jeannie's ear, whispering it was Madge's turn. Jeannie pulled her down for a kiss, wrapping Madge in her arms and legs; she did a quick roll, kissing all over her face. I joined in, running hands over Madge's breasts, cupping and pinching her nipples, caressing her belly, running fingers into her pussy. She was so wet my fingers slid easily in. Jeannie moved to a breast while my fingers searched Madge's pussy for her most sensitive spots. When I brushed the first, she lifted with an indrawn breath, with the second she moaned, calling my name, and when I hit the rough spot below her clit, arched in a small spasm.

"My turn. I want to taste her."

"She's delicious. Like you. Come here. Have you done this before? No? Ok, I'll show you where to start. Run a finger along her lips, so. That's right, gently, lean in, blow towards her clit, see the beads forming on her pussy? Run a finger down to them, that's right. Taste. Delicious isn't she? Now you're on your own, I'm going to the other lips. Let's drive her crazy."

I moved up, kissing my way to Madge's tits, sucking and tweaking her nipples, then on to her ear, "How's she doing?"

"Ooh Josh. I could so easily get used to thiss, oh, she just found a spot...you guys are so good to me, kiss me, hold me I'm coming ... aaah...oh, that was a nice one, Jeannie...don't stop, oh gawd, here it comes..."

Her face flushed, Madge pulled Jeannie's mouth to her pussy. Moaning, "Harder, please, more, Oh Jeannie, I love you..."

Jeannie held her position for minutes longer, her tongue occasionally appearing against Madge's clit, until, finally, Madge collapsed to the bed.

We laid quietly for several minutes, savoring the moment, the blush receding from Madge's chest. Jeannie crawled up to kiss her, whispering how much she loved her, then stretching across to kiss me, murmuring, "Thank you."




Down by the Lake Ch. 03



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Down by the Lake Ch. 04



I was lying in my bed, flowing auburn hair on my right shoulder, close cut, rumpled brown on my left. My arms around women I loved more every minute. Jeannie eased up on my chest, laying kisses around my left nipple. Playfully smiling at Madge, she semi-whispered, "It's his turn now, any suggestions?"

"Mm mm, his cock is hard, I want him in you. I want to watch him love you. No waiting, do it now."

Jeannie turned her hazel eyes to me, "What do you want, shall I tease you more? Maybe hold you on the edge for a while?"

"Jeannie, I've been on the edge since you jumped in my arms. Do you want bottom or top, that's all that matters now?"

"Extend your arms over your head...now keep them there."

She rolled onto my chest, lifted a little, and guided my cock to her pussy. Taking several swipes with the head through the juices flowing freely, positioning me at her entrance, she sat straight up, looked down at me, over at Madge, and then slid slowly down, fully engulfing my cock. Closing her eyes, smiling, her pussy clamping and releasing she said to Madge, "This is nice. I love you. I love Madge; I even love that crazy dog of yours. Please, don't let this be a onetime thing."

I thrust upwards, spurring Jeannie into responding. Her hands dropped to my chest, fingers clenching skin as she lifted and fell, accelerating until she was bucking and quivering, crying out in a wordless shout. As she reached her peak, I hit mine. I thrust up, hands pulling her hips down, grinding us together, shooting cum that had been building in me all day. She slumped forward, my hands slipping down to cup her ass, holding her to me. Jeannie gasped for air, then took a deep breathe, and looked over at Madge. "How was that?"

"Beautiful. You have me all turned on again, but I didn't want to move, I didn't want to miss a moment."

"Give me a minute, we'll fix that."

Slowly Jeannie slid off, to Madge. Once again they started kissing, Jeannie's right hand seeking Madge's pussy, sliding between the lips, drawing a moan from her. Madge guided Jeannie's breasts to her waiting mouth, the tongue extended, searching for the nipples. As I watched, Jeannie dug her fingers into her lover's pussy forcefully, causing Madge to answer with a now signature guttural moan. Frozen in place, Madge and Jeannie kissed, panted, babbled incoherently and finally crashed back to the bed, spent.

Totally worn, I crawled out of bed, reeled into the shower, and just stood under the hot water. When I was refreshed I looked in on the girls. They again loved each other, Jeannie on her stomach, Madge kneeling over her thighs, caressing her from neck to buttocks, following her hands with kisses. Jeannie's face, turned toward me, glowing in the joy she felt. Her eyes focused on me enough that she could give me a small smile, and then lost focus again.





Down by the Lake Ch. 04



Exhausted, they lay before me. Opening her legs, I slid into Jeannie, stroking slowly, deeply. Minutes later I moved to Madge, sliding into that wonderful silken caress, thrusting slowly while she lifted her knees, clasping me to her. We danced like this for several minutes, then, leaning down, I kissed her, whispering 'I will be back', and moved to Jeannie again. She was ready for me, encircling my waist, locking her ankles behind my back, telling me I wasn't leaving 'til she had come. Now driving into her, building speed and force, we neared climax, Jeannie finally crashing over, hips lifting, legs clamping tightly. How I held back I'm not sure. I only knew Madge was waiting. Slowly, Jeannie released her grip, her legs splaying out. I moved back to Madge, who had watched the last few minutes rubbing her clit furiously. Now on her ragged edge, she pulled me into her, locking her legs, thrusting upward, ensuring full penetration. All I could do now was hang on for the ride. She was a mad woman, lifting, clasping, groaning, mumbling, urging me, "Harder, more, yes, deeper, again, again, oh gawd, I'm coming, hold me, hold me."

We came together. Murmuring words of love we slowly returned to here, now. I called Jeannie to us, pulling her into our embrace. Madge and I kissed her, whispering words of endearment, caressing her arms, shoulders, urging her to be one with us.

As we returned to the present, we realized clouds had swept in, covering the sun, cooling us. Smelling the rain coming, I ushered the two lovelies in the house, then picked up the cushions and wisps of clothing scattered about the deck. The girls had gone to shower, I chose to sit and contemplate my new life, something I seemed to be doing quite often of late.

Their return to the den shook me from my reverie. Smiling, I announced my turn for a shower, asking they make lunch. "And please, no salad. I need my strength!"

Laughter echoing in my ears, I was off to a long, well deserved shower.

Rain was falling as we ate. Madge was asking more about Jeannie's kids, her parents, how it was living with them. I sat quietly, listening. A pattern was emerging, and I sensed where this would lead. Determined not to act hastily (riight), I waited for the question I knew would eventually come. To buy myself a few days, I suggested once again Jeannie should bring the kids next time.

"You know that will cut back on our sex?"

"Yes, but those kids are an important part of you; I'd like to know them."

Later in the day, Jeannie had to go. She kissed me tenderly, saying she would miss me. I returned the kiss and the comments, I really would miss her. She moved into Madge's arms. They kissed, whispering to each other, tears on their cheeks.

Then she got in her car and drove down the hill.

Bogart sat on the porch, whining, as her car disappeared.





Down by the Lake Ch. 05



Jeannie had no sooner disappeared from sight, than Madge turned to me, saying, "We need to get her back here. Josh I love you. And I love Jeannie. How can we make this work? Not for two days, but long term?"

Holding her to me I answered, "I've been thinking on it. Let's start with the kids. We need to know them. See if they are compatible with us. Face it, if those kids are miserable up here, she will be too. And if she isn't, then she won't be the woman, or mother, I think she is."

Over the next twelve days Jeannie and Madge talked almost every day, sometimes for just a few minutes, other days an hour or more. Jeannie and I talked also, but I don't do phone convos well, so we would speak for a few minutes, then I would pass the phone off to Madge. Day five or six Madge asked me about that, saying Jeannie was wondering if I really wanted her back. I explained to Madge, and to Jeannie when she next called, that I was normally short on the phone. It wasn't a dislike of Jeannie, I simply ran out of things to say. Quickly.

We stayed busy during those days. Madge readied a bedroom for the boys. She sent me to a furniture store for bunk beds and matching dresser. And of course that meant correct size linens and blankets. She wanted me to get space ships or cowboys, I chose simple pine, on the theory we didn't know them yet. 

Friday was July Fourth. In town all the shops had bunting, flags and streamers were everywhere. Main Street was crowded. People from ten plus miles around came to the celebration every year. John Sundgren, at the General Store, handed out free ice cream cones to the kids (and some of the oldsters too). Every fancy car in the area was parked at Charly's Garage for an informal car show; I brought Naomi's Mustang, as I did every year. Jerry's Pizza was selling slices, and barely keeping up with demand. Madge and I strolled about, her arm tucked through mine, Bogart on a leash beside her. Everywhere we went, I was introducing her, my proud manner told all how much I loved her. At the General Store we stopped for cones. John said, "No charge today for geezers, and I'll give your Grand Daughter a free one to."

"Geezer? You're at least as old as me, and twice as ugly."

"Well, standing next to this beautiful woman, you look a lot older."

Turning to Madge, "Welcome to Fairfax, I'm John. If you need anything, just ask."

Down the street, we found Marie Jepson and her husband, Carl. He's been doing poorly over the last few years, due to Agent Orange exposure in 'Nam, but normally refused to be glum about it. He was walking carefully, with a walker. Looking at Marie, I raised an eyebrow.

"He will not let me push him in the chair."

"Jarhead, you're one stubborn s.o.b. I know you don't want to be seen being pushed by Marie, but why don't you get one of those motorized jobs? I'm sure VA would buy it."

"Squid, you're always bustin' my chops about somethin'."

"Maybe so, but where does she have the wheel chair stashed today? The Post Office?"

He looked at me for the longest time, then glanced at Madge and Marie, "Yeah...maybe I should go that route. I'll think on it."

"Don't think, do. I thought you Gyrenes were 'Men of Action'."

"There you go, bustin' chops again. (...) But you're right, I'll call on Monday, get things going."

"I'm going to check with Marie."

"Arggh, Outa my face."

"See ya Marie."

"Are you guys like that all the time?"

"No hon, today he's in a good mood. Meds must be working."

Down at Charly's, Doug Foster had his BBQ running. It's a trailer mounted cooker he custom built. To say Doug was serious about barbeque would be an understatement, this was his hobby, the price charged just paid for the supplies. Customers were lined up waiting for the next batch; everyone chatting, catching up with neighbors they may not have seen in months. Bogart was tugging at the leash. He knew about barbeque, saliva just running down his chin. When we reached the front of the line, Doug greeted Bogart first, serving the dog a special bone he'd been saving.

We meandered over to the cars, paper wrapped sandwiches in one hand, big wads of napkins in the other. Bogart happily carrying 'his' bone. 'Big Swede' Johansen had his Camaro parked next to the Mustang, a few cars over, Charly had his E Type Jag, and next to him was Shelly and her MG. We strolled along the line, admiring as we went. Many of these cars came out only when the weather was good, but every one of them was driven here, no 'Trailer Queens' for us. Shelly greeted me with a big hug, and after my introduction to Madge, wrapped her in one of her patented hugs.

"Shelly," I explained, 'has been a good friend forever. When Naomi got seriously ill, she was one of the women that watched after me."

"I was just doing the neighborly thing. Besides, you and Naomi cared for me when Will was killed."

"Her husband died in a traffic accident, what, ten years ago?"

"Today."

"Oh, that's right...are you ok?"

"I'm staying busy; it'll get me through the day."

Shelly turned to Madge, "Marie say's you're staying with Josh, come over and visit, I'm just a couple miles up the road."

As darkness fell, everyone gathered north of town at what was once a lumber mill. We had all contributed towards fireworks, and now awaited our show. Madge and I were at the edge of the crowd, arms around each other, Bogart stretched out next to us. Shelly walked over, kissed me on the cheek, then smiled at Madge, "I really mean it, come over. I'd like to know you."

***

Sunday I pulled the canoe out of the barn, giving it a good going over. This was a custom built cedar boat I'd owned for over twenty-five years. Varnish had been scraped in a couple places, and mice had nested in her, but overall she was in much better shape than I expected. We put the canoe on my tractor's trailer, taking it down to the lake. We packed a picnic and life preservers. Madge had no experience with boats, so was leery of it initially, but once she learned the proper position, felt the stability, she relaxed.

We paddled about the lake, she in the bow, me aft, paddling and steering. We snuck up on a family of Canadian geese foraging among the reeds, then moved farther along. Looking down, a large trout caught her eye, slowly working its way along a bed of grass. Looking back, she asked if I ever fished the lake. I responded, "Yes, but not in the last few years."

"Why not?"

"No real reason. I just haven't felt like it."

"Naomi?"

"Yeah...when she got really bad, I took a lot of time off to care for her. I didn't feel right playing when she couldn't"

"And now?"

"Some things have changed. You've come into my life, I'm awake again. I want to experience things again."

"Teach me to paddle."

I showed her how to hold a paddle, a proper stroke, how to put a twist in the stroke to turn the boat, how to correct a drift. She picked it up easily, relishing the sense of control on the craft. After some practice, we pulled onto a bank, traded places, moved back onto the lake. Now she was paddling and steering. I could override her if necessary, but never had to.

Back at our launch point we had lunch, lying back on a blanket, looking up at the clouds.

"Josh..."

"Mmm..."

"Do you think Naomi knows I'm here?"

"Yes."

"Does she approve?"

"Umm hmm."

"How do you know?"

"I know. I feel her. I don't want to say 'her presence', just a sense she has an awareness of what is going on."

We rolled together, hands roaming freely, lips coming together. I slowly lifted her blouse. Enthralled with her breasts, the pink nipples glowing in the sun. Gently, I kissed each one, drawing out the moment, not wanting it to end. Madge held me to her, expressing her love. I laid her back, unbuttoned her shorts, pulled them off as she lifted her hips. I realized she had clipped most of the hair from her pussy, leaving just a tuft above her clit.

"Do you like my surprise?"

"Like it? I love it. Let my kiss my beautiful gift."

I am truly in love with the wonderful taste of Madge's pussy, and that day, with the sun warming us, it was the best ever. I brought her to a slow climax, licking from the bottom to top of her lips, circling her clitoris, then moving back down. I sucked her lips, drove my tongue as deep into her pussy as possible. When she started arching, I slid my hands to grip her ass, lifting her forcefully to my lips. My thumbs spread the cheeks, slid to her rose bud, and as she came, pressed firmly. She quivered, growling, panting, finally asking that I stop.

She pushed me onto my back, pulled my shorts off, dipped down to suck on my cock. "Hey, you trimmed!"

"Two can do surprises. I figured if I didn't like hair in the teeth, you might not either."

She engulfed my cock in one move, getting it even harder than before. When she had me at full attention, she moved up, throwing a leg over my hip. Reaching down she guided me into her. Sinking down in a slow, jerky move she took me in, her hands clasping my shoulders. She rose. Arching her back, running her hands through her auburn hair, stretching her arms to the sky. Her tits glowed in the sun, pink nipples calling for my touch. I pinched those lovely tips, extending them, then twisting; bringing a moan to her lips. We thrust together, faster and faster, until I could hold out no longer. Rolling her over, I was pistoning as fast and hard as possible. I moaned deeply, pushing all my essence into her. Madge responded with her guttural growl, clasping me to her, quivering through her climax.

As we were lying quietly, recovering I asked, "Did you hear a car horn, or was that my imagination?"

"Oh...That was Shelly going by. I waved back."

***

Wednesday I drove the Spitfire over to Carl and Marie's. I hadn't visited in several weeks and felt bad. I knew he got lonely when Marie was at the Post office, and for him, that could lead to depression. We chatted for a couple hours over games of gin rummy. He complimented me on my good fortune with Madge. Well actually he said, "I don't know how an ugly old fart like you could latch onto someone like that."

I pointed out that he had Marie, and talk in town was that he was holding her hostage.

I did learn he'd contacted VA, and he'd have to go to either Seattle VA or American Lake to arrange for an electric chair. I offered to make one up for him, no charge. I'd even run it off my meter for the twenty seconds we'd need. He replied no squid was going to do him in.

When I left, we were both laughing, and he thanked me for coming by. I offered to drive him to the VA. "Not in that little thing. I want to ride in Naomi's Mustang."

Not long after I got home, Madge drove the pickup in. She had gone over to Shelly's, Bogart riding shotgun. She bounced out of the truck and into my arms.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too. How was your visit with Shelly?"

"She's really nice. She told me all about you. How either you or Naomi stayed with her when her husband was killed. Did you know it was a drunken kid that hit him head on? She said you held her head when she was vomiting, cleaned her up after, even showered with her when she needed help. You know she loves you, don't you? She told me how Naomi would bring her meals for weeks on end until she finally brought herself around. She said you don't visit nearly enough, and if she'd known you were back on the market, she'd have been shopping. She asked me how long I've known you, how we met, was I in love with you, what attracted me to you. She said she can see what attracted you to me, but she wasn't being catty. She said we looked hot down by the lake."

She finally broke for air.

I'm reasonably sure I heard everything she said, but it took me upwards of an hour for all of it to permeate. By that time we were sitting at dinner, she was going on about her plans for the house and I just called Time.

"Hon, what do you mean she loves me? Don't you mean she likes me? Or considers me a good friend?"

"No, silly. She didn't say it in so many words, but it was there. And you know...for a woman in her forties..."

"Fifties."

"Fifties, she's in pretty good shape. You couldn't have done any better if you'd hooked up with her."

"I think I did pretty well. Of course if you get too snotty, I can always boot you out, maybe bring Jeannie or Shelly in."

"Don't you dare!"

"What kick you out?"

"No. Replace me. Well at least not with Jeannie..."

Tears were running down her cheeks, and there was a sob in her voice. "I'm sorry Honey. That was a poor thing to say. I don't consider you replaceable... I was just joking with you."

There are times when you wish you could go back thirty or forty seconds, and say things better. This was one of those moments.

"Let's start fresh. I have no intention of kicking you out. For any reason. As trite as it sounds, can we kiss and make up?"

And we did. But I learned something too. Madge was insecure about us. Had Shelly put some doubt into her ear? That wasn't something I thought Shelly might do...but now I was wondering.

***

Thursday morning started cloudy with showers. We were puttering around the house. Madge doing her chores (She had really taken over the house), I in the office looking at my ideas for the deck. As she came sweeping through I asked her to sit with me, there were a couple things I wanted to go over. I laid out the plans with my additions, "I'm looking at a couple possibilities, and since you're permanent here, I value your input. I'm putting a spa here, with a fold back roof. That way on good nights we can watch the stars. Over here, at the other end of the deck, I want to add a pool. It won't be huge, but large enough to have fun in. We'll be able to teach the kids how to swim in it."

The silence was deafening.

I looked at Madge, tears running down, the strangest look on her face. Finally, in a choking whisper, "I'm permanent?"

"I thought that was understood. What would make you think otherwise?"

"Last night, you said you'd replace me."

"First of all, I was trying to joke with you. Obviously, that fell flat. Then I apologized. Now I'm wondering what's behind this. You and I have joked about a lot of things; this is the first that fell flat. I truly need to know."

She sat quiet for several minutes. I've learned to be patient, so I sat, holding her hand.

"The day before my dad died, I was acting badly, really giving him a hard time the way only girls hitting puberty can. I guess I was really bad, 'cause he said if I didn't straighten up, he could replace me with a stray dog."

Tears were streaming now. "I was so horrible. I never had a chance to say I was sorry. I never made up with him. The last words he heard from me were 'I hate you'."

Holding her in my arms, I let her cry on my shoulder. Several minutes later, when she had calmed, I asked if she would like to make amends with her dad.

"How can I do that? He's dead."

"His body, yes. His spirit is not. I might be able to teach you to, if not contact him, at least leave a message."

"You can do that?"

"See all this gray? It makes me an excellent telepath."

She broke into a smile, "Go on, you're teasing me now. How can I learn?"

"There are two steps. First, I'll teach you how, then we'll do. Do you have a picture?

"No...Not anymore. "

"Would your mom have one?"

"Yes, but I haven't talked to her in a long time."

"Do you want to?"

"Yes, I miss her. I ignored her for a long time, then was afraid she wouldn't want to see me, so I didn't try."

"Here's what we'll do. I have to call a couple contractors for bids. You go wash your face, put some very comfortable clothes on, meet me in the den."

I made my calls, put some 'New Age' music on, and moved some pillows around on the floor.

When she returned we sat on the pillows. I demonstrated the Lotus position, helping her cross her legs. I teased her that the old guy was the more limber, bringing a smile.

"Do you know anything about Yoga?"

"Not really, is that what we are doing?"

"Yes and no. I'm going to teach you breathing, then a form of meditation. Through the meditation I'll teach you how to reach out to your dad."

We worked through a series of breathing exercises, after thirty minutes I called a stop. "That's enough for now. You're getting the idea. Tomorrow we'll do it again, adding more as we go."

"How long will this take?"

"The basics, just a few days. After that, as long as you want to practice it."

Over the next few days we continued practicing breathing. The more she sat, breathing, the more relaxed she became.

***

I'd called two contractors I had worked with before; John Brady and 'Big Swede" Johansen. John is one of the few blacks in the area, and absolutely trusted for the quality of work he did. He was usually booked solid during the whole building season. Johansen, Like Brady, has a solid reputation in the area. He's only 5'4", but weighs 180 pounds. In high school he took State wrestling titles three years straight. In training he would practice with guys twenty and thirty pounds heavier. Seven times out of ten, he'd beat them. These guys have crews absolutely proud of their reputations. Watching them work is watching building art.

They both arrived Thursday, just before ten. Madge greeted them, coffee cups in hand, then quietly followed while I led them out to the deck, showing what I had in mind. The plans were laid on the table, I walked them through what I thought was possible. Which spa I wanted, the fiberglass pool I thought would do. They pondered my desires, played with their calculators, made notes on pads. Interestingly, they didn't split apart to do this, they actually sat together, comparing notes. Then they pulled out their calendars, and again compared.

Watching all this, Madge whispered, "Is this kosher? Them comparing? How do you know you'll get the best price?"

"I probably won't get the cheapest price, but I'll get the best job. No matter which one gets it."

Eventually they turned toward us, John spoke first, "We're within two fifty of each other over all. Swede can do the pool for three less than me; I can do the spa for fifty less than him."

Swede spoke up, "What we're proposing is split the work, he'll do the spa, me the pool. We agree on the electrical contractor and the plumber we would like to use. If you agree, we can lay out a schedule that meets your needs and keeps our crews working." 

"When can you start?"

"Once you get permits, we can schedule, not before."

"And if you give me the plans, I'll go over them tonight, get them back to you tomorrow, with the changes to meet code."

They left, John carrying my plans.

"That's it?"

"Yeah honey, that's it. Next week I'll go see the county, if I get the permits, those two will put together a building schedule."

***

The next few days were pretty busy; Madge and I were slowly moving into meditation, I wanted her solidly grounded before we moved to the deeper stages. We had our normal work around the place, and she had added exercise and bike riding to my day. Somewhere in there I found time to pay the bills, and on Saturday we made a major grocery run in anticipation of Jeannie and the kids on Monday. One thing I insisted on was keeping our menus as is. If those kids were going to be compatible, it had to be based on how we really were.

While in town, I picked up life vests I hoped were the right size for the boys. Madge reminded me the boys should have fishing gear suitable to their size. I snuck in gear for Madge and Jeannie as well.

***

Monday, Madge was up at the crack of dawn, cleaning a house already spotless. She went through the kid's bedroom twice, checking everything. Jeannie's room got similar attention.

I'd finally had enough. She was driving me nuts, so I insisted she sit and practice her breathing. Several minutes later calmness came over her. "Thanks, I needed that."




Down by the Lake Ch. 05



"Not as much as me."

Calmed, she finished her preparations, poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat on the deck, scratching Bogart's ears. Now I started pacing! I realized I'd really missed Jeannie. Madge caught me checking down the driveway, "Josh, come sit down and do your breathing. She'll be here soon."

So this time I did the breathing, brought myself back to my center. "Thanks, I needed that."

"Not as much as me." She replied, laughing.

Just before ten we saw her coming up the hill. Madge jumped up, smoothing her shorts and blouse, moving towards the front door. I must admit a lump in my throat, and an attempt at smoothing my hair. We stepped onto the porch just as the car came to a stop. Jeannie slid out of the car, then opened the back door for her sons. (I liked that, she was thinking of them) They walked over to Madge and me, the older boy looking around, then focusing on Bogart, sitting on the porch.

"Guys, this is Mr. Murphy and Madge, they're our hosts. Madge, Josh, these are my sons, JD and Clark."

The boys quietly looked at us, nodded. Madge dropped to a knee, welcoming them. I just said, "Welcome boys, come on in, I'll show you where you're bunking the next couple days."

In the corner of my eye I saw Madge and Jeannie hugging.

In the bedroom, I told the boys they could work out who had the upper. "From here on out you can call me Mr. Murphy, or Josh, or like some people, you can call me Murph. I'm comfortable with any of those. In a little while we'll give you a tour of my property. Any questions?"

"Yes, sir. Was that a real wolf?"

"Bogart? No, he's not a wolf. He's as friendly a dog as I've ever known. But he's not real used to kids, so if you're bugging him and he gives you a warning growl, back off. Later I'll introduce you to him properly. Anything else?

"Mom says you have a lake?"

"Well, JD...right? I border on a lake, and I'll show it to you later. Meantime, toss your clothes in the dresser. Did you bring shorts? Ok, put'em on and come on out to the deck, I'm going to say 'hi' to your mom."

On the deck, Madge and Jeannie were hugging; I suspect they'd been in each other's arms since I took the boys in the house. Jeannie ran into my arms, clasping me like a vice. "God, I really missed you. Kiss me!"

Well, I did my duty all right. I kissed her just as hard as she kissed me. We were still hugging when the boys came out, making things awkward for a moment, but Jeannie was ready, "I told you I've been missing these two. I love them, and they love me. "

"Mommy, more than me?"

"No, Clark. No one can ever take the place in my heart I have for you two. I love these guys in a different way. In an adult way. I've really missed them. I wanted you to meet them because all you guys are important to me."

Madge asked JD and Clark if they were hungry, then led them into the kitchen, serving donuts and milk. (I never get donuts...) While they were busy, Jeannie turned back into my arms, asking that I hold her.

"Are you ok?"

"I am now. I sorta let slip some of what happened the last time I was up here."

"To who, your parents?"

"Yeah..., there isn't much they can do about it, but they disapprove."

"Have they been giving you a hard time?"

"A bit. They haven't said much, but my Dad's been radiating. "

Madge and the kids came back out, from the look between the girls; I suspected Madge had been filled in.

We sat in the sun, the kids munching away, me sipping coffee, the girls pop. I began telling Jeannie our plans for the deck area; she liked the spa, the boys perked up at the sound of a pool. JD had been taking lessons at a local pool; Jeannie was planning on Clark going next. "Well, I don't know when all that will be done. The contractors are awaiting the permits, then they'll give me a schedule."

Looking around, I noticed the boys had finished eating and looked bored, I asked them to put their glasses in the kitchen, told the girls we were going to walk around, they could stay and talk. In the kitchen, I slipped a couple dog treats to the boys, "Put these in your pockets. When Bogart smells them, he'll be begging you for them. Let him take them from your hands, one at a time. He'll be your friend after that."

That caught their interest. We ambled over to the barn where I showed them the pickup, the two cars and the canoe on the trailer. Those kids had a hundred questions. I pulled the covers off the cars, JD was drawn to the Mustang, and Clark had to sit in the Spitfire's driver seat. He couldn't see over the dash, but that didn't matter. Over at the Mustang, his brother was looking everything over, scanning all the gauges, looking through the wheel. He asked if he could see the engine, I popped the hood. I doubt he'd ever seen a car engine before, because he wanted to know what everything was.

Over at the canoe, I lifted them up so they could sit in it. I explained the proper seating position and why it was, gave them paddles, so they could 'practice' paddling.

***

Eventually we returned to the house, the boys running ahead yelling for their mom, then hurriedly telling her about everything they saw and did. Madge brought out water bottles for everyone. While the boys were gulping theirs down Bogart started nosing around them. I quietly reminded them of my instructions. We watched as he nosed JD's pocket, then pushed harder, until the boy pulled a treat out, holding it in his open hand, JD looked over at me, as if asking if he were doing it right. I just nodded as Bogart gently took it from his hand. I called the boy over to me, leaving Bogart and Clark together. The dog picked up on another treat. Clark looked more nervous than his brother, but stood his ground. Bogart started nosing again, and the boy held out his hand. While Bogart munched away, Clark stood next to him, running his hands through his fur. From then on, Bogart accepted their presence. 

***

After lunch, I hooked the trailer to the tractor, put the boys in the boat, and headed for the lake with Madge and Jeannie walking alongside. At shore side, we put the canoe in the water. I jumped in, and did a quick demonstration for everyone. Coming back to shore, I'd hardly said "Who wants a ride?" and both boys were jumping up and down.

Putting JD in the bow, Clark 'midships, life vests mandatory, we paddled into the lake. In truth, I did most of the work, but both were trying. We did a circuit of the lake, stopping periodically so they could see something, then moving on. Back at the landing, I asked Jeannie if she were ready, "I don't know..."

"Go on Mom, it's cool!"

"Yeah, Mom, I really liked it."

Madge helped her into a vest then into the boat, showing her where and how to kneel, then pushed us back into the lake. I turned us, started paddling along the shore. The boys ran along with us until we turned into the lake. 

At first Jeannie was tense, responding in a jerky manner to the boat's movements. "Relax, Honey. I won't let anything happen."

I pointed out sights, named trees, explained some of the grasses and bushes along the shore. I could see her shoulders relax, and when I thought she was ready, instructed her in paddling. She picked it up just as easily as Madge, and I told her so. She was paddling strongly and surely as we neared the others, and as we hit the shore, she turned with a huge grin.

Clambering out, she started chattering with Madge, then the boys how great that was, and how she wanted to do it again.

***

Returning to the house, we put the tractor, trailer and boat away. Dinner time was near, and as planned, I fired off the BBQ on the deck. We were having 'burgers or hot dogs, potato salad, chips and pop. I know, I know, I'd said regular menu. But as Madge pointed out, "Kids don't eat salad."

I let them choose which they wanted, reminding them to save a little space for dessert.

We sat around the big table, the boys happily munching away, the adults talking about the day while we ate. Jeannie brought us up to date with work, and everything else (almost). Madge filled Jeannie in on the Fourth, Shelly (almost), and everyone else she met in town.

The boys got bored with us, asked if they could play. I pointed to a ball on the deck, told them they could play catch out in the yard. They were having fun, when the ball went over Clark's head. Bogart leaped on it, running off with the ball. Laughing, I called him over, showed the boys how to play with the dog. They got into throwing the ball, then chasing the dog to get it back.

***

By eight o'clock, those kids were worn out, and Bogart was done too. Jeannie took them in, cleaned them up, and brought them back out to say good night. JD said good night to Madge, then came to me, "Thanks for the boat ride, I really had fun, goodnight." All in one rush of words.

Clark was next, he gave Madge a hug, also saying good night, then surprised me, by hugging and saying "thank you, Mr. Murphy, I had a good day."

Jeannie took them in; Madge just gaped at me, her hand to mouth. At last she said, "He hugged us. I could just cry, I'm so happy."

I just nodded, I was that surprised.

Jeannie came out, "Wow, they're still talking about today. You're a big hit with the boat."

"I'm impressed with them. You're doing a great job raising them."

We quietly talked, watching the sunset. At one point Jeannie checked on the boys, came back and slid into my lap. "I hope you don't mind Madge, they're fast asleep, and I need some manly lovin'."

"I've had him the last ten days. I love you both. Take him to bed; I'll join you in a bit."

I led Jeannie in. In the bedroom, we took turns removing clothes. She pulled up my shirt, kissing my face, then chest, suckled on my nipples. When she came up for air, it was my turn. Pulling her blouse off, I was pleasantly surprised to find her braless. Now I began with her lips, slowly kissing along her jaw, then down her throat. I swept across her chest, then down to her right breast, kissing in circles until I reached her nipples. Her tits were firm and hot, her nipples extended and hard, I spent many minutes on the right breast, then kissed my way to the left. Again, I kissed, sucked, and nibbled on that luscious tip. Jeannie was moaning, whispering my name, holding me to her.

My hands moved down to her waist. Hooking fingers into the waist band, I pushed her shorts and panties down in one move. Kneeling before her, I laid my head against her belly for a moment, then dipped to her pussy. My fingers spread her labia. I gazed on the beautiful pink slit, drops of moisture forming on them. Almost involuntarily, I bent forward, taking small laps at her pussy, the taste reawakening memories of the last time I'd been here. Her hands held me in place; I could feel her bending over me, asking, "Please lick me, oohh that feels soo good. I've missed this, don't stop, oohhh, I'm coming..."

As her knees buckled, I eased her onto the bed. Quickly skinning out of my shorts, I crawled up her body, kissing as I went. At her lips, we spent many minutes kissing, licking, murmuring words of endearment. I rose onto my knees, placed the head of my cock at her entrance. Looking in her eyes, I pushed into her. She looked up at me, lifted her hips, urging me in. Her knees clasped my sides, her hands pushed down on my butt, and we moaned together. "Love me. Take me. Don't stop. I love you. I want to be with you always. Push harder now, harder, harder. Oh, gawd, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm..."

I'm no Superman. I was gritting my teeth, holding on as long as possible, but finally I crashed through, coming with everything I had. God! I had truly missed her. We held each other, slowly regaining our breath. Holding my weight off her, I bent to kiss the other woman I loved, telling how I had missed her, wanted her to stay with us forever.

"Oh Josh, I soo want to stay. I've missed this, I've missed Madge. I've never had so much loving in such a short time."

We drifted into a dream state, until Madge joined us, cuddling against Jeannie's back. Jeannie rolled into Madge's arms, kissing, expressing love, caressing. They drifted into each other. I could make out their hands rubbing tits, pinching nipples, even as they continued deeply kissing. Soon hands disappeared between them, they began pushing hips into each other, grinding, moaning, then groaning as they shook and quivered in climax. Eventually Jeannie rolled back to me, Madge's hands clasped over breasts, obviously nibbling on Jeannie's shoulder. She leaned into me again, a hand lightly stroking my cock. "Josh I love you, Madge I love you. I never want to leave you. Being here, in this bed, feels so...right. Unfortunately, I must go to the other bed tonight. I can't have my kids looking for me in the morning."

Madge was murmuring words of encouragement in Jeannie's ear. We understood what she was saying. We didn't want her to leave us, but knew she had to. I stood, picked up her clothes, held my hand to her, kissed her good night. Then kissed her again.

***

Tuesday morning Madge was up first. I rose a little after 6:30, going through my morning routine, really feeling invigorated. In the kitchen, my beautiful Madge sat cup in hand at the table. Seeing me, she gave me a big smile, pouring me a cup. By now she's learned I need that first cup to be functional, so she waited patiently. As I poured the second cup, I said, "Ok, get it out Honey."

"We need her here."

"Yes."

"How can we do it?"

"This conversation absolutely must include her. I love you. I agree with you. But she must be an equal partner, which means you and I will wait."

"Can I get her up, ask her?"

"No, let her kids wake her if she's still asleep. Meantime, how about some pancakes and eggs?"

Madge started breakfast, humming to herself. I retrieved the paper from the porch, scanning sports, then moving on to general news. As I read the editorials, Jeannie shuffled to the coffee, then joined me at the table.

"Morning, sunshine."

"Mmmph."

"Did you sleep well? I did, I kept dreaming of you..."

"Is she always this chipper in the morning?"

"Pretty much."

"Deals off. I'm going home so I can wake up in peace."

"Don't you dare joke about that. I'll be quiet."

Madge busied herself in the kitchen, soon placing a plate before me. Jeannie eyed my breakfast, then giving Madge a small smile, "If I promise to stay, can I have some too?"

Walking over to her, Madge kissed her, "Good morning, Darling. Of course you can. How do you like your eggs?"

We sat together, enjoying the early morning, eating quietly. Just after seven the boys appeared, looking sleepy, and a bit disoriented. They went to their mother hugging against her, looking around.

"Morning, boys. Would you like some pancakes?" 

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

"Madge, honey, would you like to do your magic again?"

"Guys, how do you like your eggs?"

Bogart wandered in while the boys ate, looked around, and flopped down next to his bowl with a groan. I took care of the big guy, rubbing his ears.

Happily fed, the boys wanted to know what we were doing next.

"Well, generally, we clean up the house, get the dishes knocked out, and then get on with the day. Why don't you guys go make your beds, get dressed, join me at the barn."

"Ok." And they were off!

I finished my coffee, put on shoes, and ambled toward the barn. I had just pulled the tractor and trailer out of the barn when they came running up. They watched as I loaded fishing gear into the canoe; rods in built in mounts, tackle box in its spot. Marge brought two thermoses and a bag of sandwiches.

"Mount up, boys." They scrambled up the trailer, I made sure they were seated properly, and we headed down to the lake.

***

We had a good morning on the lake. The boys paddled as I taught them, I backed off on my efforts so they could feel water pressure in their muscles. We stopped at a grass patch I knew held fish. They had no fishing experience, so listened avidly as I gave them the basics. I made some demonstration casts with my rig, then had them try it, one at a time.

J.D.'s first few casts were so so, but an open face spin reel lets you get away with mistakes, saves you from snarls. He was hitting about ten yards out, "let the lure drop through the water now, ok, start reeling it back, quick, then slow, good, good, now quick again, ok you're getting it."

Clark was next up. He'd been watching my lesson with his brother, so when I called his name, he quickly flicked his rod, dropping the lure into the water a good five to seven yards further out. With no comment from me, he did an excellent job on the retrieve. I looked at J.D., "I think we have a ringer here."

"What's a ringer?"

"A ringer is someone that is very good at something, like a sport, that acts like he knows nothing, then when the game is on the line, shows how good he really is. Your brother has been fishing all his life, he just didn't tell anyone."

"Mr. Murphy, I never did this before, really."

"Ok, I'm just teasing, but you picked up on what I told J.D. right away. Can you tell me how?

"Well, Mr. Murphy..."

"Stop. We're in a boat, fishing. Call me Josh, or Murph, but put the Mr. away. OK? Now, can you tell me how you learned to cast?"

"Well, Mr..., Josh, when you told J.D. how to do it, I could see it too, then I just did it."

"You just did it? You did fine. Boys, I'll set the canoe facing the grass, Clark, you cast left, J.D. you go right. Don't go for distance, just try for consistency."

For the next fifteen minutes they would cast, then retrieve, then cast again. When they started tiring, we paddled further around the lake, under some trees, I had them practice a side arm cast. Again Clark picked it up quickly. J.D. seemed awkward as hell. Watching him, it occurred to me that he may not be a natural righty.

"J.D., I want you to try something. Shift to your other hand and cast."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Grandpa says I have to use my right hand."

Clark was nodding in agreement.

"I'd like you to try this once. We won't mention it."

He shifted hands, made a few tentative tries, looking back at me as if to say, 'see'.

"Keep trying, it'll take bit to loosen your arm."

Suddenly he laid a cast twenty yards out. Two looks sped over his face; absolute surprise, then elation.

"WOW!"

"Clark, I have to agree with you."

The rest of the morning we moved around the lake. They had a good time, and it was good for me too. Watching them learn touched something in me that had been dormant a very long time.

When one of them would start squirming, I'd pull into the bank, they'd disappear behind a tree, and I'd stretch my legs. Shortly before noon we were back at the tractor.

***

"Mom, MOM, we were fishing, and Josh showed us how to cast, and I did really good, and I was better than JD, and then he did it with his other hand and then he was better than me, and can we come here again, huh Mom, huh."

Jeannie and Madge had been sitting on the deck as we drove into the yard. I think the torrent of words left them stunned, at least for a moment. They both looked at Clark as if he'd been speaking in Swahili or something, then over at me. Jeannie was essentially at a loss for words, so I explained, "They picked up on fishing easily, both of them, but JD seemed to have problems casting with his right hand, so I had him try with his left. The boy's a natural south paw. He says your dad won't let him use his left. Is that true?"

"I didn't know..., JD, will you do me a favor, honey? You and Clark throw the ball back and forth. Do it with both hands so I can see what Josh is talking about."

JD looked over at me, I just nodded. They played a little toss, JD first throwing right, and then left. He needed some warm up, but again, he suddenly clicked in, dropping the ball right in Clark's hands.




Down by the Lake Ch. 05



***

After lunch, Jeannie had the boys lie down for a bit 'just to rest'. The three of us gathered on the deck. She was still raving about what I had done with the boys, but especially JD.

"I won't say it was nothing, but the kids have natural abilities. Clark picked it up just listening to me and watching what JD did. His brother had a breakthrough this morning, what you're going to do about your dad is up to you."

"But enough of that for now. Madge has wanted this talk all day. Do you want to move up here? It would mean uprooting the boys, and a lot longer drive to work. And possibly problems with your folks."

"We talked while you were gone with the boys. Yes, I really want to live with you. Both of you. Now more than ever. What you did with JD...My dad loves the boys, but has this thing about left handedness. Work, that'll take about thirty or forty minutes, each way. Probably longer this winter. To me, it's worth it. What about school? How will it be for the boys?"

I didn't think school would be a major problem. The kids were young enough to make new friends. The larger difficulty, in my mind at least, was no other kids close by.

"We have a really good grade school in Fairfax, middle and high schools are in Buckley, but we can cross that bridge when we get to it.

I'm more concerned about your parents, and your mother, Madge. I want them to accept you living here in an unconventional household. For that matter, I want them to feel welcome at any time. So here's what I have in mind; let's do a barbeque up here next Monday, we'll invite everybody up, feed'em well, let them look me over, and send them away happy."

"Josh, do you really think it'll be that easy?"

"Madge, Honey. Anything is possible if you approach it with the right attitude. Look around, would you have thought this possible two months ago?"

The rest of the afternoon was spent in planning. When the boys came out rubbing their eyes, Jeannie broached the subject with them.

"Can I have my own room?"

Jeannie looked over at me, "JD, as long as you keep it neat and clean, yes. You can even put up posters and stuff."

"Cool. Can I bring my bike?"

"Yep. Do you both have bikes?"

They nodded, then ran off to play ball. I noticed JD was using his left.

***

Wednesday, Madge and I drove into Tacoma. First stop was the County Offices for our building permits. That went smoothly. John Brady's revisions were accepted, and the permits issued. I called him, telling him to get the scheduling set up, and let me know when they could start.

He laughed, said he and Johansen had planned on next Wednesday as a start date.

Madge and I had lunch, toured the Glass museum, walked along the Esplanade. We were killing time 'til her mother would be home. Madge was getting more and more nervous, until I sat her down and insisted she do her breathing. I know it's hard remembering something that simple when your stressed, but it's amazing what some slow breathing can do for you. Once she had calmed, we drove over to her mother's.

We pulled up in front of a single story house, neatly painted and groomed. Madge took a deep breathe, gathered herself, and stepped out of the car. I held her hand as we walked to the door. She looked over at me, rang the bell. A woman in her fifties, slim and graying hair answered the door, "Yes... Marjorie?"

Breaking into tears, "Oh, Mom. I'm sorry. I missed you. I'm so sorry."

The woman stood there, looking from her daughter, to me and back. Her hand went to her mouth, and tears started in the corners of her eyes.

She stepped aside and wordlessly waved us in. She led us to the living room, asking us to sit. "Can...Can I get you something?"

Madge nodded, "Water?"

Once the ice broke, they just started talking to each other, each saying she was at fault, the other saying, 'no it was me'. Eventually Madge's mother looked over at me, a question in her eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. This is Josh. Josh Murphy. I live with him. Josh, my mother, Nancy."

We exchanged 'Nice to meet you', but she was looking me over, taking in my creases and gray hair, probably figuring my age within two years.

I sat back, letting Madge do all the talking. She and Nancy brought each other up to date. I took it all in. Nancy had the look of a tired woman, some one that had been working too hard for too long. And there was something else in the background. "Mrs. Franklin, pardon my interruption, and if I'm out of line, tell me to mind my own business, but are you alright?"

Madge snapped her head around to me, then looked back at her mother. "Mom, are you ok. You do look like something is going on."

She sighed, "It's nothing, just some arthritis. I take medicine for it. I'm fine."

I interjected softly, "What kind of arthritis?"

She looked at me closely. I suspect she realized I knew about arthritis. "Rheumatoid. But it's under control."

I let it go at that. Madge looked over at me again, a question in her eyes. Fortunately, she trusts me, so waited with her questions.

Eventually they started winding down, the conversational gaps growing. I mention our barbeque plans for Monday, asked if she would like to join us. "It'll let you see the home Madge is boss in."

"Yes, I'd like that. I can take Monday off; they owe me vacation time anyway."

"Can you take Tuesday also Mom? We have space, you can spend the night.

*****



Down by the Lake Ch. 06



At home, Madge quietly went about her business. She was pensive, moving through her routine, mind obviously elsewhere. About ten, I found her sitting on the deck, her back against the house. Bogart's chin was in her lap, and she was gently stroking the dog's head. I sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She looked my way, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Are you ok, Honey?"

"Josh, will she be alright? The arthritis I mean."

"Some of that depends on how far along she is. Also, how well she's taking care of herself. And strangely enough, how much, tension she has in her life."

"What can I do?"

"You've started. She knows you are alive and well. She was watching the interaction between us, and, I think, reassured that you're safe. Next week, she'll see you here, in your home."

"But what about Jeannie? The boys? What will she think then?"

"Let her watch us, see the love we all have for each other. If she has questions, answer them. Even if you think the answer puts us in a bad light, or if you don't have an answer, be truthful. She'll be more accepting if she senses you're being honest with her."

***

Once again, we were busy all week. Thursday, I ran Carl out to American Lake (neither of us wanted to deal with Seattle traffic), I sat in a waiting room while he talked with a counselor, saw a magazine dated 1996. Sure glad I brought a book. Two hours in, Carl finally shuffled out to me. "Thanks, Murph. C'mon, I'll buy coffee."

Over coffee, I learned he was looking at two or three weeks, when a representative from the chair company could come to his home for a fitting, then it was a matter of waiting for delivery. At Carl's request, we took the long way home. The Mustang enjoyed the run, and he was content to sit back, watching the scenery go by.

Carl used to be very active, a hunter, fly fisher, drove his pickup everywhere. Now, he relied on others to get around. And he's my age. 

We drove in silence, Carl with his thoughts, me unsure what I could possibly say. Eventually I pulled into his drive way. He shook himself, then said, "Thanks, Murph. I really appreciate you taking the time. You know Marie can't leave the Post Office unattended. It'd have been a bitch trying to get over there on my own."

"Hey, always willing to help a fellow Navy guy."

"NAVY? No fuckin' way."

"Bud, last I looked, Marines are a branch of the Navy. Welcome aboard Gyrene"

"Arggh, get the fuck outta my face squid."

"See ya bud."

"Thanks, Murph."

***

Friday started out sunny and warm, with a promise of only getting better. After our morning routines, Madge and I went down to the lake. We had found a spot under a tree where we could sit comfortably and meditate. She had picked the technique up easily. After half an hour I handed her the picture we had brought home. "Look into the face before you. Do not try to form thoughts, only let the face be. We shall do this exercise every day until you are ready ."

"How will you know I'm ready?"

"You will tell me."

She sat, looking into the picture for about twenty minutes, then came back to me with a shake. "I felt 'something' towards the end, but, I don't know..."

"That's ok, don't expect great breakthroughs. Forcing this only hinders progress."

"How did you learn this?"

"Naomi and I got into it years ago. After Claire and Wally. We had been having problems communicating and she thought this might be a way to get back to us. I was skeptical at first, but rather than chance losing her I stuck with it. After a while we were back in sync, picking up each other's thoughts, completing sentences, things like that."

"Is that why you say you sense her?"

"Um hmm. I don't get 'thoughts', just a feeling of awareness, approval of us, and Jeannie too. Probably wishful thinking, but I prefer thinking it's her."

***

Saturday, and again Sunday, we returned to our meditation spot. Looking around I realized this had been where Naomi and I had also meditated. I guess in my mind, this had become a 'Sacred Spot'. Each day we sat, going through our routines, releasing our thoughts. Some gurus call it staring at your naval, I see it as looking within yourself. Each day Madge would look into the picture, then come back out with a shake.

Monday, even though we had a boat load of people coming, I insisted we maintain our meditation routine. We had just settled into our breathing, when Madge whispered, "Josh, they're here."

"Who?"

"Naomi...and Dad."

"And..."

"Naomi is smiling, she say's I've chosen well. I'm surrounded by love. Treasure it...she's gone. Now it's Dad...he knows I'm sorry. He knew I didn't mean it. He's sorry we couldn't...he say's watch over Mom...She'll be ok...she missed me...raise the boys as if they're my own...he loves me...he's gone now."

I'd watched through the whole episode. Tears were running down her cheeks, but a smile was on her face. A burden seemed to have lifted from her. "Josh, he knew about the boys. Has he been watching me? Like Naomi has been watching you, us?"

***

Returning to the house, I asked Madge if she would mind my inviting Shelly and Carl over for the barbeque. I had a thought that mixing in some of the neighbors would ease tensions between us and Jeannie's folks.

"I had the same thought as we came up the hill!"

***

Shelly was all for it, she truly liked Madge. I asked if she could pick up Carl, as Marie would be at work. "Should I take the MG?"

"Only if you want to make another trip. He can't get that low anymore."

***

People started arriving about eleven. First up the driveway were Shelly and Carl. She gave me a big hug, and a bigger kiss on the lips. Way more of a kiss than she used to. I looked over at Carl, who held up his hands saying, " I ain't never kissed a squid before, not goin' to start now."

"Hi Carl, glad you made it."

"Changed my mind after you called, was goin' to tell Shelly 'Go on without me'. Damn that woman is persuasive. And what's with you and these women all of a sudden? Shelly tells me you've got another one comin' up the hill today?"

"And her mom and dad too. Oh, and Madge's mom as well."

"Shelly says you want us to play interference?"

"Not quite. I'm thinking if you're here things will stay a little calmer. I met Madge's mom the other day. Nice lady. I think she'll be fine. Jeannie's folks, on the other hand, I haven't met yet. I'm worried they may have the wrong thoughts about me, and Madge too."

"Alright, got your back."

Shelly and Madge were over on the deck, talking, when the next car came up the road. Shielding her eyes, Madge jumped up to greet her mom. I gave them a couple minutes then strolled over and welcomed her. We'd barely exchanged hellos when two more cars arrived; Jeannie leading her parents. 

Madge ran over, hugging Jeannie as she exited. "That's Jeannie." I explained.

"My goodness, they are close, aren't they?"

"Very much so. I hope she has her kids with her, you'll like them, she's doing a great job as a single mom."

"And the other car?"

"That should be her folks, I haven't met them yet. Now, if you'll excuse me?

"Hello Lover, We've missed you. Where are the boys?"

"They rode up with Mom and Dad. My car is loaded."

"Oh, planning on staying? You haven't even hugged me."

"Madge! He's picking on me."

"Sorry Love, he's right. Not even a hug, let alone a kiss."

Bam! She was in my arms! The kiss she delivered curled my toes. Again. That girl can kiss.

"Josh, Josh..."

Here came JD, with Clark right behind him. They wrapped around me, chattering on about what they had done all week, when could we go fishing..."

"Boys, boys. Let me do my duties as host, we'll have lots of time later."

I turned, holding out my hand to the tall gentleman approaching. He looked disapprovingly at me, and started out wrong, in my book, "I'll tell you right out, I don't like the idea of my daughter or my grandsons living with you!"

"Mm hmm. Look around. You are a guest on my property, all twenty five acres. I greeted you with outstretched hand. If you want to start this way, fine. Or, you take a deep breath, introduce me to the lovely lady next to you, and we get to know each other. Form an opinion of me once you know me. That's what I plan on. Otherwise, I go with my first impression; you're an ass hole"

I turned to the lady I was certain was Jeannie's mother, "Good afternoon, I'm Josh Murphy. I love your daughter. I think the kids are the world's best."

Smiling back, holding out her hand, "Well, you know how to silence my husband. I'm Mary James, and this obnoxious person is my husband Ronald. He just worries about our Jeannie...they've always been close. He didn't really approve of her first husband. Be patient with him will you? Jeannie has told me everything about you and Marjorie. And I saw how the boys were when they came home last week. Did you really teach them how to fish? And paddle a canoe?"

"It wasn't so much teaching, as demonstrating, and they just picked it up. They're smart kids. I understand you two have had a lot to do with them over the last few years."

I turned back to Ronald, stuck my hand out again. He took it this time giving me a firm grip. I felt a ring on that hand, looking down I caught a brief glimpse of a familiar looking ring. "Marine?"

"Yes. You?"

"No, but if you'll come with me I'll introduce you to Carl. He's been a curse on the neighborhood for years."

I looked around as we strolled over to Carl, the women had all gathered on one end of the deck, I could see Madge and Jeannie exchanging introductions. Carl was sitting in the shade at the other end, watching everything going on. "Carl, I hate to impose on you, seeing as you're working on your tan. This is Mr. James, Jeannie's father. Looking around it would appear you two are the only Leathernecks in the county. Do you want to swap lies with him?"

"Squid, you gotta show respect."

"Yeah, that'll be the day. Can I get you something? Mr. James?"

"Murph, I'd love to have a beer, but Marie would kill me. I'll take my usual coffee."

"Done. Mr. James?"

"Ron, call me Ron. I'll have coffee too."

Turning to Carl, "Marine?"

"3rd of the 3rd. You?"

"2nd of the 9th."

"Semper Fi."

"Oh God. You guys have fun. I'll get your coffee."

As I walked away I heard, "What's with him?"

"Squid. But he's ok any way."

I took them their coffee. They were sitting head to head, rattling off arcane terms that must have been Jarhead speak. They were having a good time. I wandered over to the women. Jeannie and Madge kissed me, their moms looking on. Shelly circled around, volunteering I owed her a kiss also. Not one to say no to a woman, I puckered up. (Probably looked like a goldfish) She laughed, saying, "Oh no you don't. You give me a proper one."

So I did. A minute or so later I turned her loose. She looked over at the girls. In unison they said, "Told you so." then busted out laughing. Nancy and Mary just stood their mouths half open. I turned away, only to see Carl and Ron looking my way. Carl just smiled, flicked a thumb up.

I went looking for the boys, found them throwing a ball over by the barn, Bogart watching. I suggested some three-way. Forming a triangle, we tossed the ball around, I noticed JD was using his left now, and throwing pretty good for his age. Clark was holding his own, being just a little wild. The kids were having fun, shouting back and forth, encouraging each other. Ron came around the corner of the house, probably drawn by our noise. He watched for several minutes, then asked if he could join in. "Boys, what do you think?"

"C'mon Grandpa, this is fun!"

After a while, I excused myself, leaving Ron having a good time with his grandsons. It was time to fire off the BBQ. I used to use charcoal, but this is one area I don't have the patience for it to come up to temp, so I use gas. I put burgers and dogs on, Madge had a huge potato salad made up, and we had corn on the cob steaming.

Every one loaded up, I was pleased to see Nancy eating a healthy amount, and Ron seemed to be enjoying my cooking. I reminded everyone to save room for watermelon, then dug into my plate. It was, as usual, exceptional cooking, if I say so myself. Carl was happily munching on a burger, a mixture of mustard and mayo on his chin. I gave him a 'wipe your chin' sign, he just smiled, took another bite. The boys had opted for 'dogs', and were sitting on the edge of the deck, their grandfather next to them. He smiled over at me, nodded, then turned back to the boys.

When it looked as if everyone had reached saturation, I dragged out the ice filled wash tub with two watermelons and a couple cantaloupe. I actually heard moaning! Pointing out I'd told them to save room, asked who was first. ( I really didn't expect anyone just yet) Carl just waved me away, Mary, Nancy and Shelly, just shook their heads. The boys and Ron were stretched out on the deck. Madge and Jeannie, smiled, shook their heads, Jeannie saying, "You're a cruel man, Josh Murphy. Cruel."

"Ain't no one leavin' ma table hongry, ma'am."

***

The boys fell asleep on the deck. Ron and I scooped them up, he followed me to their room, we put them both on the lower bunk. I didn't want one of them rolling off the top bunk. We rejoined the group on the deck, where Madge was telling them about our plans for the spa and pool. Ron listened quietly then turned to me, asking, "You can afford this?"

'Yeah, my expenses haven't been too much the last couple years."

Soon the girls were busy telling everyone how we had all met, how we all loved each other, what the plans were for the boys. I swear I got tired just listening to what they had planned for me. And they weren't even mentioning the sex.

Nancy was pretty quiet, just watching everyone. My sense of her was a person that didn't say much, but heard everything, then made a judgment. Ron and Mary asked a lot about us, the kids, school, other kids. They really wanted to be reassured. Shelly and Carl were sitting back, taking it all in. Most of this was new to them too.

The boys shuffled out, rubbing their eyes. Clark climbed into his mother's lap, JD looked around, went to his grandmother. I'd held my breath. I really didn't want them coming to me, I'd have lost all the ground I'd made with Ron and Mary. When they looked a little more awake, I asked if they were ready for watermelon. Nodding vigorously, they followed me over to the tub. With their help, we decided which one to cut into first.

Cutting chunks, and placing it on plates, JD and Clark delivering to everyone, soon everybody was happily munching away, juice running down chins, napkins rising and falling, comments about the melon's sweetness. 

Just as we were nearing a climax of melon eating, Marie came up the drive, honking, asking if we'd saved any food for her. Carl kind of waved at her, melon in hand. She was introduced around, handed some melon, promised a burger later.

Near eight, Ron pulled me aside, "I've been watching all afternoon, and Carl has told me a lot about you. Let me ask a question, did you have him here to distract me?"

"Yes and no. Carl is suffering from Agent Orange induced problems. He doesn't get out much, Shelly is a good friend, lives up the road. She stays so busy she doesn't socialize as much as she should. But yes, I also thought about you having someone to talk with. It wasn't a setup though. I didn't know you're Marines. And I didn't ask him to speak for me..."

"He told me about your wife. How did you cope?"

"Not well. Marie and Carl, Shelly, and a few others helped me get through it. I think I might have killed myself, left on my own."

"Carl said he worried about that."

"I didn't realize it was that obvious."

"He also said you've helped him and Shelly, and a few others around here."

"They're neighbors."

"Do you love my daughter?"

"Yes."

"And Madge too?"

"Yes."

"How? How can you love two women? More importantly, how can you get them to accept that?"

"Let me turn that around. You've been watching Me, Madge, and Jeannie. Just thinking about the two of them, how can I not? They are different enough that I will never mistake one for the other, yet they are both loving women that hold nothing back in their loving. You and Mary must have set quite an example for Jeannie."

"But two? Isn't that illegal?"

"Unfortunately, yes, if I tried marrying them both. I'm not certain how this will shake out, but if it's long term, I'm determined to make it as close to legal as I can."

"And... if they outlive you?"

"They almost surely will. I'll see to it they are protected."

"How can you get them to accept each other as your wife?"

"I'm not revealing any secrets when I say they love each."

"They do?"

"You didn't pick it up?"

"Thinking about it, maybe I did, at least a bit. What about the boys? What do you have in mind for them?"

"We have an outstanding school here in town. The kids come from ten miles around. There is a tradition here, the older kids look out for the younger. The classes are relatively small so they get plenty of attention. I have satellite hookup for internet, I'm going to get them started on some online classes right away."

"You've been thinking this through."

"Man, a guy looking at having two wives, better be thinking ahead, or he's always going to be behind."

He laughed, "You got that right!"

"One thing we need to have clear. You and Mary are welcome up here any time. All I ask is call ahead."

"Fair enough."

***

After everyone else left, Nancy indicated she wanted to talk. I asked if she wanted just me or all of us. "All of you."

"Let me put the boys into bed."

"I'll make us drinks. Any requests ladies?"

On the deck, drinks in hand and awaiting sunset, Nancy looked around at us, and began, "Earlier, I could see your father, Ron?, was anxious to talk to Mr. Murphy about this situation, so I thought I would wait, say my piece now. This is hard for me to say, being raised in the Church and all. But looking around, unless you've all been acting, and I don't think so..."

She was wrestling with her thoughts, that everyone could see, so we waited. Madge held her mother's hand, reassuring her wordlessly. "I'm ok. Mr. Murphy, last week at my house, you asked after my health. Why? What did you see that you would ask?"

"Please, just call me Josh, or Murph, or even Murphy if you want, but drop the Mr., we're equals here. Now, in answer to your question...my wife, Naomi, had RA. It didn't kill her, but it was one of several diseases that wore her down. I suspect, but no doctor would ever agree in so many words, it debilitated her enough that cancer was able to gain a hold within her. I saw the same look of fatigue on you, as I saw on her during the RA stages. Of course later, she was much more worn down."

"Do you think I'm a candidate for cancer?"

"I have no idea. And I'm not trying to link you in that way. I'm just saying I saw fatigue."

"Thank you. Marjorie, I was so shocked, and so happy to see you. I didn't tell you before, but I must now, you've grown so much. And from the way you carry yourself, and the way you are with...Josh...I think you are with the right person. He so obviously loves you, it took me several minutes to truly realize your age difference. I see the way you are here, this is your home."

"Ohh, Mom..."

"Shh, I have more to say. Jeannie is it? You are a beautiful woman and your boys...I envy your mother having such great grandchildren. Can I consider them mine also? I understand you'll be living here also, apparently as a wife, and I'm not sure how I feel about that yet, the Church be damned. I'm looking at three people, one I dearly love, and have missed, and don't want to lose again, I see three people in love and inside , I know it must be right."




Down by the Lake Ch. 06



Madge, and Jeannie, crowded around her, hugging. Tears flowed, and I waited. When calmness returned, I looked Nancy in the eye, "Rest assured, I love both of them, Yes, I met Madge first, and through her I met Jeannie, but they are equal in my heart. Do you believe in serendipity? I think that's been at play here. As far as I'm concerned, just like I told Ron, You're welcome up here anytime. I only ask that you call ahead, to insure someone is here. I'd hate to have you come all that distance for nothing." 

By now we were into full sunset, everyone sat back and enjoyed the show. As the last of the color faded, Nancy bade us good night. The girls skooched their chairs next to me, and we just talked quietly about our day. Madge was happy her mother had accepted the situation, but worried about her health. Jeannie, asked me what her father had said, then told me her mother had looked around and simply said Jeannie was making a good choice. "Mom is like that, and maybe I take after her, she looks at things, decides, then moves on. If she's right, she's right. If not, she accepts it, and moves on."

After our evening routine, I took them to bed. The love making was slow and quiet, more bonding than lust, truly, we made love to each other.

***

Tuesday morning, Madge was humming away in the kitchen. Her mother sat at the table, cup in hand. I mumbled a 'good morning', fetched my paper and coffee. Nancy greeted me with a sunny, "Good Morning (and yes, the capitals were in there), I slept really well, and..."

"Mom...Josh is a very nice man, as men go...but not until he's had his first cup."

"He's just like you're father that way..." I went into the den.

A little later, I heard Jeannie asking, "Where's Josh, sleeping in?"

"No...In the den...Mom drove him out."

"Well, I didn't mean too, I was just saying..."

"I know Mom, but we give him his morning cup, he gives us the rest of the day."

Did you ever have moments when you feel proud AND shitty at the same time? That was mine.

Maybe an hour later, the boys wandered out. I was beginning to notice their patterns; JD, slow to waken, then fine after breakfast. Clark seemed to be more awake right away, and steadier throughout the morning. By now I was in the kitchen, breakfast finished, reading through the paper. The women (all of them) were chattering away happily. Nancy and Jeannie were talking at one end of the table, while Madge was preparing to feed the boys at the other.

"Josh..."

"Yes Clark."

"Do I live here now?"

"Yeah buddy, you do. Is that ok?"

"Well..., Does Miss Madge do the cooking?"

"Most of it."

"Oh good, she cooks better than Mom."

"WHAT!"

"Now Jeannie, he's just a child, he can only tell the truth."

Nancy and Madge had retreated to the far end of the kitchen, choking back laughter.

"But Josh, I can cook!"

"Wait a minute. Clark, what do you like about Madge's cooking?"

"Cookies. She makes real good cookies. I like her's."

"Jeannie Darlin', can you go with that?"

"Cookies? My whole reputation depends on cookies?... OK, I can live with that. After all, part of the rationale for us is that no one can do everything."

Jeannie looked at Madge and Nancy, shaking with repressed laughter, then broke out laughing. I swear, they were practically falling down. Clark looked back at me, totally puzzled.

"Clark, let this be one of your first lessons about women. There's no telling what they might take as an insult, or think is a compliment. But one thing is sure; if you're honest you have a good chance of coming out alright. Would you like breakfast? Jeannie, you said something about your car packed to the gills?"

***

After we'd emptied Jeannie's car, and most of it was kid's stuff, Madge and I started toward the lake for our morning session. Her mother asked to join us. We explained where, and why we were going, she asked if we would teach her. 

At our 'Sacred Spot', Madge settled in to her breathing, then transitioned into a meditative state. Nancy watched her daughter, saw the look of serenity on her face. "Can I do that?"

"Like Daughter, like Mother. You'll probably pick it up as well as her. You just have to practice every day."

Within half an hour, she had the basics of the breathing down.

"Can you come back up this weekend? We'll get you started on the next phase then."

***

Nancy left a little after three, lines on her face seemed to have eased slightly, and there was less tiredness in her voice. Madge and Jeannie hugged her good bye, and the boys ran up to her, yelling, " Grandma Nancy, when are you coming back?"

I must have missed something between them, but I was busy the last couple days. She smiled, "I'll see you Saturday, both of you be good for your mothers."

"We will." And they were off again.

***

Wednesday, just as Jeannie was heading off to work, Brady and Johansen drove in with a couple guys behind them. Madge greeted everyone with coffee, and cookies on a plate. Brady smiled, then asked her: "Every time I show up, you put coffee in my hand, and now cookies?"

She smiled back, "I just want you to know I appreciate you doing this so quickly."

"Flattery will get you everywhere. Josh! You settin' me up?"

"John, that's all her doin'. It's just the way she is."

"Well, I think you're a nice guy, but I don't think you're nice enough for her."

"Go to work, will you before I go find some gypsy carpenter."

The bosses soon had their guys cutting out sections of deck, laying out the dimensions of their projects. Just like before, they collaborated on everything, helping with string lines, setting stakes, determining where plumbing and electrical would go. They broke for lunch right at 12, and at 12:30 were right back at it. 2PM saw the plumbing and electrical contractors arrive. Right away they sat down with Brady and Johansen, pouring over the drawings, then splitting up to take measurements and notes.

Near the end of the day, Brady, Johansen and I sat down at the table. They laid out the projected time table for everything, then told me it was money time. I wrote two checks, covering one third of each estimate. "What about the plumber and electrician?" 

"They're working for us, we'll handle their money. Don't worry, these guys are very good. Mitch has been in plumbing over twenty years, started as a one man operation, has never had to advertise, it's all word of mouth."

Johansen joined in, "Hatch used to be a lineman, retired five years ago, does this to stay busy, keep his hand in."

"I thought he looked familiar. Didn't he work for Ohop Mutual?'

***

The boys were fascinated by all the activity, but to distract them, I reminded JD he'd wanted his own room. Very solemnly he looked at his choices; keep this room, and Clark would move or Clark stays and JD takes the next bedroom. I warned him, however, that once the decision was made, that was it.

"Josh?"

"Yes, Clark?"

"Why does JD get to choose? Why not me?"

"Good question, and I'll give you a fair answer. I'm a union man. I believe in seniority. JD has been on the job two years more than you. He gets to pick."

JD had been listening, started to strut about.

"However," I added, "with seniority comes responsibility. I'll expect more from JD."

That brought him back.

He picked his room ( the other one), we moved beds and clothes around, sorted some of the toys, generally worked it out. Realistically, I expected they'd spend as much time in each other's room as their own. And that was fine.

Jeannie came in just after six. We'd held dinner for her, I wanted everyone to be together. She told us about her day, but only after the boys told her about the construction, and changing rooms, and seniority.

"Seniority?"

"Yeah Mom, Josh says I've been on the job two years more than Clark."

She looked over at me, "Job, what job has he been on?"

"Why being a kid of course!"

Once the kids were settled, (and that took a while) we gathered in the den. "I need to go over a few things with you, then we can get on to the important business. Madge, I know you don't have health insurance, Jeannie, what about you and the boys? No? Ok, we'll start looking into that. Madge, you need a car. You can't keep driving the truck, there'll be times I need it."

"What about the Mustang?"

"Don't take this wrong, that was Naomi's car. Soon it goes to Jessie in Denver. I want you in your own car. Start watching the ads. Nothing new, let someone else pay the depreciation. Find something that says Madge."

"Jeannie, how old is that thing you're driving? What kind of mileage do you get? You're driving a considerable distance, let's get you into something better. I'll put both of you on my phone plan. I don't want to worry about you."

"One more thing, I talked to my credit union this afternoon, you'll be on my credit card by the end of next week. I just need signatures on enrollment cards, they're mailing them to me."

Every now and then, a guy can do something that stuns a woman. I'd done that to two. I don't know if it was everything I had said or what, but they sat staring at me. Eventually Madge looked over at Jeannie, then back at me, "If that was the little things you wanted to go over, what's the important business?"

"Making love my darlings, making love!"

Upstairs, I began stripping Jeannie, "But I haven't had a shower yet. I'm stinky!"

She had a sheen of perspiration, and yes, some odor. But it was her. Sweet, somewhat musky, a little tangy. I ran my tongue over her nipples, inhaling her aroma and her tits in one motion, the nipples hardened. We laid her on the bed, me returning to those sweet cones. I heard a muffled moan. Glancing up, Madge was kissing her, holding her face, auburn hair enveloping both. Jeannie's hands seemed to be up behind Madge's shoulders pulling them together.

Moving down her belly, laving with my tongue, following with kisses, my hands feeling for the button on the waist band of her slacks. I released it, pulled the slacks, and the panties, past her ankles.

We'd placed her on the bed, head towards an upper corner, legs dangling at the knees. Madge threw her clothes off, dove on the bed. Taking my place, growling like a tiger, she lapped at Jeannie's cunt. Her tongue was forcing in as deep as she could go. She was rolling her face side to side, getting as much juice on her face as she could. It was as if Madge was trying to become one with Jeannie, remove all barriers between them.

The onslaught on her pussy had Jeannie arching in orgasm, forcing Madge into her, she shouted her joy, calling to Madge, begging for more.

I could only watch. I loved these women, and to see them so, wrapped, into each other, had my soul soaring.

Slowly, they returned to me. Jeannie had a glazed look about her. Madge looked almost shocked at how forceful she had been. I gathered them to me, licking the delicious juices on Madge's face, whispering how awe inspiring she was. Turning to Jeannie, I whispered how loved she was, how we missed her today, how happy I was to have her in my life.

*****



Down by the Lake Ch. 07



Have you ever noticed how much work is involved, when you want others to do some work for you? Friday I called the spa company, ordering the unit I wanted. I insisted they hold it until the concrete pad was ready. They assured me it could be delivered on 24 hours' notice.

The pool company was different. They wanted their own people doing site prep, or they couldn't guarantee the pool. We compromised. They could inspect the hole before delivery.

At first they weren't happy about it, but when I said 'Big Swede', the man on the phone just laughed. "That's the guy we contract to do this. I'd just be inspecting my own crew."

Jeannie went to work at nine. Madge and I took the boys and Bogart down to the lake. No canoe this time, but they brought their rods. 

We settled Madge in her spot, then wandered along the shore, looking for places to fish. The boys settled in about ten feet apart, started casting. Now that he was using his left, JD was getting about twenty yards out. Clark seemed to have a ten yard limit, so I directed him towards a grass bed to his left, and about twenty feet away. "Just drop it out there, then retrieve the way I taught you."

After a while they became bored, put the poles down, started running around. I tried keeping them away from Madge, but Bogart's romping and barking finished her meditation for the day. "Sorry about that. I'd forgotten 'bout the short attention span of youngsters."

"It's ok. That's just something we'll have to adjust to. Besides, I think I was finished."

Gathering everything, we hiked back up the hill in time for lunch.

Brady's guys had the spa site leveled, and were in the process of framing it in. They were confident we could pour concrete on Monday, if the plumber and electrician were done, and they were expected in the afternoon. Their next phase would be framing a roof, but that would wait 'til the spa was in place.

At the other end of the deck, Johansen's crew had cleared the area needed for the pool. Theirs was the more complicated job, as a hole had to be dug and excess dirt removed. They asked if we could wait for the concrete pour before bringing in an excavator. This was what these guys did-as long as the job got done, I wasn't going to get in their way.

***

While the boys napped, I took Madge to bed. We slowly undressed each other, hands lingering in special spots, caressing, touching. We had slowed in our lovemaking, but now it felt deeper, more intense. I entered her slowly, not stopping until our pelvis were pushed together. Wrapping arms and legs about me, she held me to her. 'Naomi says I should do this..."

She began a rhythmic movement within her pussy, a rippling, grasping that moved up and down my cock. There was no resisting the sensations. Without a single move on my part, I came. As I returned to awareness, I watched a flush sweep across her face and chest. Again a rippling over my cock, then quiet. She slowly opened her eyes. "I didn't know I could do that." She whispered.

"I didn't think anyone but Naomi knew how. When did you learn that?"

"This morning. She taught me. While you were with the boys."

***

Saturday, Madge's mother came up. She looked more relaxed than even a few days before. We set her up in the spare bedroom, as she was staying the weekend. Madge took her to the lake while I kept the boys busy at the house. They returned a little over an hour later, both looking quite relaxed.

After lunch I had the boys 'rest'. We sat on the deck (what was left of it) talking. Mostly it was mundane things, the everyday. She was getting to know me, reconnect with Madge. Nancy proved to be smart and insightful. She had a grasp on current affairs, an opinion on the coming elections, the ongoing wars. She suggested several web sites for the boys, including a couple that stressed learning.

In the main, we just relaxed.

Being Saturday, Jeannie didn't get home until ten. Totally exhausted, all she wanted was a small snack and sleep. We poured her into bed, then Madge and I returned to her mother. "You know if she keeps up like this, it will splinter you."

"This was the first Saturday she's had to come up here after work. And it's summer. I hate to think of December or January."

"Does she know anything about real estate? I have a friend in Buckley with an office, she may be looking for someone."

"Mom, I know real estate. I'm a licensed agent. Josh, would you mind if I went back to work?"

"I don't want to force you into anything, or keep you from something, but you do realize you'll be working weekends again?"

"That's a problem, you'd be here alone with The Dervishes. Let's talk things over with Jeannie on Monday, when she's relaxed. Maybe we'll come up with something."

***

Monday proved interesting. Brady's crew arrived at 8, the concrete at 9, and by 12, everyone was gone again. The plumber and electrician had trenched in their pipes Friday afternoon, and basically just stood by during the pour, insuring their work was ok. 

Nancy called in the early afternoon. Her friend was looking for part time help, and if Marjorie called, she would be happy to set an interview. We broached the subject with Jeannie, but she wasn't receptive to quitting the shop. I understood, this was something she enjoyed.

Jeannie's mother came up the hill while the pour was going on. The boys were so engrossed in the construction, they barely acknowledged her. When the crew left however, they realized not only was she here, their bikes were on the back of her car. They spent most of the afternoon blasting around the house on their bikes. Jeannie and Mary sat on the deck, watching them going in circles, laughing. By four they were exhausted. Jeannie gave them juice, parking them in a corner of the den.

All that mad action gave me an idea. Leading Jeannie, Mary, and Madge behind the barn, I laid out a track for the boys. They could peddle to their hearts' content, and not lay a cloud of dust on the house. Three heads nodded in unison. My next project was in the works.

***

Tuesday opened with the arrival of the excavator and a dump truck. The boys could hardly eat they were so anxious to get outside. They were parked on the deck all morning, one of us staying close by to prevent accidents.

I asked the dump driver to take his first load behind the barn, explaining what I had in mind. He had three boys. Understood instantly. When I explained my plan to the track hoe operator, he said the first load would be topsoil, the hardpan farther down would go elsewhere.

Maybe it was genetic, their father being an equipment operator, but the boys ate up every move the track hoe was doing. By four, the hole was shaped. Johansen came by, asked for some adjustments, then pronounced it good. Looking at me, "Tomorrow we bring in sand, to cushion the pool. By Thursday, I should be able to set the pool in for the first fit."

"First fit? How many are there?"

"Hopefully one, usually several, I don't want any voids under it."

***

The boys went to bed early, they were exhausted once again. Bikes are good for my love life. 

Madge and I took our lovely Jeannie into the den. Madge laid a comforter on the floor, I brought in wine. After only a few sips, Madge tugged Jeannie down, laying kisses over her lips and face. Soon she sat up, pulling her shirt off, then leaning forward, offering a nipple to Jeannie's waiting mouth. Lovingly, she extended her tongue, swiping across the hardening pink cone. Madge lowered herself, feeding more tit into her lover's grasp, moaning, "Jeannie, sweet Jeannie, love me..."

She swayed, moving tits across Jeannie's lips, teasing herself. When she'd had enough, Madge sat up, pulled her lovers blouse off, then tenderly began dancing her tongue from conical nipple to conical nipple, finally dropping to encompass a breast completely. 

Jeannie gasped, held her breath, then exhaled with a swoosh. She pulled Madge up, kissing tenderly. They reached down, pushing shorts past knees, wiggling them the rest of the way. Fingers searching out labia. Lips upon lips, they stroked each other, drawing each higher. Pressing breast to breast, my two beauties brought the other to the brink, then eased back, to the brink once again, then over, in a tumbling climax that had them rolling side to side, fingers digging, searching for every moment of climax. 

Slowly, they returned to the present, smiling over at me. They opened their arms, calling me to them, welcoming me with kisses. They pushed me onto my back, Jeannie licking and kissing my stomach, taking my cock into her mouth. Madge all over my face, kissing eyes, cheeks, kissing lips, moaning loving sounds into my mouth. She moved up, offering her tits to me, first one then the other. Very soon, her stomach slid past my lips giving me a chance to lay more kisses on her, licking her navel to bring a giggle. She lifted, straddling my shoulders, teasing my nose with the strawberry essence above me. She teased my lips, drawing her labia across them, until I closed over her. My tongue flicked out, seeking to part those delicious lips, drawing her juices, seeking more. 

At my hips, Jeannie had drawn me fully into her mouth, hardening me as I have seldom been. I felt her release me, the cool air tingling my cock, then some shifting. Her legs pressed my hips, I felt a hand grasp my cock, the moisture of her slit surrounding my head. She lowered herself, causing me to moan into Madge's flowing cunt. In response, Madge ground onto my face.

If they were saying anything, I couldn't hear, as Madge's thighs were pressed against my ears. I didn't mind, I cared more about sucking every drop from her, even while Jeannie was trying to fuck everything from my cock. I held Madge by the hips, pulling her to my face. Jeannie was surging up and down, her velvet pussy clamping me. I felt my come rushing through me, jetting into Jeannie. She began quivering, forcing herself down, hard, onto my cock. My face was drowning in pussy juice and I didn't care. I licked everywhere my tongue could reach, directing her pussy with my hands on Madge's hips. 

Slowly, the pressure eased on my face, Madge tilted over, virtually falling to her side. Jeannie, my beautiful Jeannie, stretched onto my chest, licking the juices from my face. She gave me a small smile, "I think I like your idea of 'important stuff'."

***

Wednesday afternoon I took the boys into town. We stopped at the General Store, where I bought ice cream cones. John came over to meet JD and Clark, shaking their hands. "Murph, you doin' alright?"

"Sure why?"

"Oh, you're just lookin' a little tuckered. You getting enough sleep with these guys around the house?"

"We're not keeping Josh awake, really!"

"Yeah, me and JD go to bed on time."

"Sundgren just lifted an eyebrow, "Maybe you just need vitamins. I have a big bottle of Supers behind the counter." And he was gone, laughing.

"Josh, what did he mean?"

"He's just bustin' my chops."

"What does that mean?"

"He's joking with me."

"Oh...why?"

"He thinks I look tired."

"Are you? Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I've just been working harder than I'm used to. Maybe I better get those vitamins."

***

"Momma Madge! Mr. Sundgren says Josh is tired!"

"Yeah, he said Josh was tuckered. Is that bad?

Madge looked over at me, "Tuckered?"

"That's what Sundgren said. I guess I am kinda spent. But it's ok, I got vitamins. See."

I put the large bottle on the counter with a thunk. She picked it up, started reading it then burst out laughing. "These are horse vitamins!"

"Yeah, John said if I was going to be put out to stud, I'd better take the right pills."

That night I had steak for dinner.

***

Thursday morning the spa arrived. For Brady's crew, this was the easiest stage. Being a self-contained unit, they just had to locate it, then check for level. The plumber and electrician would do the rest. Meantime, they began plotting out the retractable roof. 

Over at the pool side, Johansen's crew awaited their delivery. This was more complicated; being an oversize load, it required plenty of maneuvering room at the site. Not to mention a crane.

The boys were taking all this in avidly. Madge was plenty busy, handing out coffee and cinnamon rolls to everyone. Hey, I even got one!

Johansen was overseeing this operation. The crane set up, then the truck carrying the pool backed into place. Slings were set, and the crane operator took his first pick. Now, these guys had done this a bunch of times, so they were within inches of perfect on balance. While Madge, the boys and I watched, the pool was picked, rotated, and lowered into place. Johansen's guys scrambled to guide it into the hole, then jumped in to spot it, aligning with the drain plumbing. They let it settle until some weight was off the slings, then lifted it back out. Johansen jumped into the hole, checking the imprint on wet sand. Some sand was placed at his direction, then he climbed out and the pool was set. Levels were broken out, everything checked, then rechecked. Finally Swede was satisfied, and a backhoe started pouring sand around the pool. The crew tamped it all around to about four inches from ground level.

The crane folded up, the truck departed, the crew took a long breather. Everyone being done for the day, I handed out beers, telling them they earned it.

Brady had hung around, watching the pool lift, so he just happened to be there for the beer. Plus, it was check time again. After finishing that, I asked what their work load looked like after Labor Day. Johansen was pretty booked into October, Brady had some openings in mid-September. Both were curious why I asked.

"Well, as you've seen, my family has grown. Plus, I've acquired a fews. And they like coming up here. So I'm thinking I need more guest space. Now, I have a rough apartment in the barn, and it could be cleaned up, maybe insulated. It'd make a decent place for guests."

"Damn Murph, you're sure spending a lot around here."

"I know, some of this, like the spa, I'd been thinking on before. The pool, yeah, that's an add-on. The apartment is just because I don't have enough bedrooms if everyone comes at once.

***

IF you're getting the impression things were busy around my place, you don't know the half of it. Along with the construction going on, Madge had me exercising and bike riding, we were meditating, plus we had the boys (Now officially known as The Dervishes) to look after. And that included on-line time with some math sites. Then there was our personal time, usually cuddling and making out. When Jeannie was home, Madge and I found time for her. Sometimes together, others separately. Oh, and don't forget all the chores around the place.

Madge now did most of the grocery shopping. Good for her, she met everyone in town. Bad for me, I didn't get into town as much. Plus she did most of the cooking and cleaning. Impressed? Damn right I was impressed.

***

Moving into August, things were busy, yet my new normal.

Friday, Madge met with the realtor in Buckley. They hit it off, but until Madge came up with a suitable car, no job was offered. Coming home, she wasn't sure if she should be happy or sad. I parked her in front of the computer, told her to start looking. Carl called, asked me to drop by, he needed some advice.

Carl was thinking about the new chair he had coming, and how he could start driving again. He was thinking a ramp up into his pickup, but I thought that'd take a twenty footer. "How about a lift gate?"

Once all that was worked out, we settled into a couple games of gin, and the usual gabbin'. "Murph, I gotta ask you somethin'."

"Sure, what is it?"

"If it's not my business, ok. How do you know you can trust those women? You're a lot older, maybe they're just takin' you."

"If I thought you were asking just too be snoopy, I'd tell you to go to hell. But I don't think that's it. Gyrene, you're worried about me!"

"Not me, Marie..."

"Bull, she'd ask if she were concerned. It's ok. Do I trust them? Yeah, and I'll tell you why. I believe most people are good. I'm willing to trust someone until they show me otherwise. So far, they haven't given me any reason to doubt them."

"And if you're wrong?"

"I'll have a lot of pleasant memories I wasn't going to have."

"You've thought this out?"

"Oh, yeah."

"What about your kids?"

"I do have to talk with them. Maybe I should get Jessie out here to collect the Mustang. Talk to her then."

"Naomi's?"

"Yeah, I promised it, now would be a good time."

***

Saturday morning I called the kid's, invited them up for Labor Day. I explained to Bob his mother's car was going to Denver with Jessie. That wasn't a surprise. I also told him there was more, but we'd talk about it when he got here. Talking to Jessie, I let her know she was taking the Mustang back. "Dad, are you sure? That's Mom's car."

"I promised her you'd get it when the time was right. I think now is the time. I've also invited Bob up, there are some things we need to talk about."

"Dad, are you all right? Are you sick? Losing the cabin? What's going on?"

"None of the above, Pumpkin, just a change in my life. Oh, can you still practice law in Washington?"

"Yes, is there something I should know?"

"All in good time, it may be something, it may be nothing. I'm pretty sure I'll know by the time you guys get here."

***

Sunday Madge found her car. Or rather, she found two. We sat at the computer going over her choices. "I can go two ways; number one is a Miata. This one is three years old, my research tells me the owner is asking a slightly high price, but he may come down on a fair offer."

"What about real estate, don't you need something to haul clients around?"

"No, most people do their own driving, they only want to see one or two houses at a time."

"Ok, what's number two?"

"This."

"A van? That's quite a changeup."

"I know, but there's good reason."

"Such as?"

"Well...in case you haven't noticed, The Dervishes call me Momma Madge. With Jeannie working, somebody has to run them around, and you can't always do it. And let's face it, they're not safe in the pickup like they would be in a van. Plus, there will be times all five of us go somewhere together."

"You'd rather have the van?"

"If it means I'm Momma Madge, yes."

"Ok, what do you know about the van?"

***

Monday I awoke to my lovelies kissing each other. What a beautiful sight. Weekends were tough, Jeannie was usually too tired to do much but eat and sleep. Monday was her catch up day. Usually she started with Madge, and while they 'Slept In', I took care of the boys.

Madge and I called on the van, arranged to see it. After breakfast we ran into Tacoma, hit the Credit Union for a certified check, then went looking; a two year old Freestar. Nice and clean, low miles, it had been a fleet vehicle. Even had maintenance records. The owner and I did the dicker bit, he felt he got his price, I came close enough to mine to be satisfied. Madge was happy, she got the van.

***

Back home, everyone admired the van, oohing and aahing over it's pristine condition and all the space. Jeannie pulled me aside, "Josh, I don't want you to take this wrong, but I don't want a different car. This one is mine, and I want to keep it."

"Is that all?"

"No. You've done a lot, and plan on doing more. But I don't want you, or me, feeling I'm staying with you for things, or to milk you, or anything like that."

"Has anyone suggested that? Me, or anyone else?"

"Josh Murphy! Listen to me! This is important to all of us! If I feel I'm just here for 'things', I'll leave. It won't be right. It won't be for love. And I don't want that. I want to stay. I want to be with you and Madge a very long time."

"Honey, neither you or Madge have given me any reason to think otherwise. She got clothes because she needed them, and practicality had her accepting without an argument. The same with the van. Do you know the main reason for the van? She's Momma Madge."




Down by the Lake Ch. 07



"Momma Madge?"

"You haven't heard that yet, have you? That's what the boys call her. It's very important to her."

"No. Wow, Momma Madge, huh?"

"Yeah. Now, when did you start worrying this was about things?"

"When you started telling us about cell phones and insurance and cars and everything you wanted to do."

"So, in other words, I just told, I didn't ask?"

"Pretty much."

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm too used to making decisions without asking. Can I...can we send your car to a shop for a thorough check up?"

"Yes, dear, if it'll make you feel better."

***

After lunch, the boys and I got started on the track. We paced it out, figuring turns, small jumps, straights. All told, this was coming in at roughly a quarter mile per lap. Once the basics were laid out, I brought the tractor and blade around, and we started creating. Throwing dirt must be inherent in boys, 'cause they hustled; helping me with the shaping. After an hour, they were pooped. Already the track was paying off.

While the boys napped, I found Jeannie lying on her stomach, on our bed. She was wearing a thin blouse and loose shorts, but her beautifully shaped ass, aimed toward the door, drew me in. Walking in quietly, I began laying kisses on her legs. The first generated a little squeak, but after that, lots of encouraging moans. Slipping hands under her shorts, I smoothed the skin of her lovely bottom. Soon, I folded to temptation. Pulling her shorts and panties off, I laid kisses all over those enticing globes, licked my way down the split between the cheeks, laved the rosebud I found. My hands lifted her hips, opening her to more attention." Josh, you do know how to turn me on. Don't stop now. Whatever you do, don't stop...noowww."

In the corner of my eye, there was movement. Glancing, Madge was just sitting in the chair, smiling. Since she wanted a show, I determined to give her one. Lifting Jeannie to her knees, my hands spreading her wondrous cheeks, I dove into her ass, gently biting each side, rubbing where I had just been, kissing the red marks I had left.

Madge moved closer, whispering words of encouragement, urging me to; "Love our Jeannie. " Show her how we love her. Josh, show her."

Show her I did. By now her pussy was dripping, she was moaning, and I was hard as could be. Tugging my shorts down, pressing my cock to her pussy, I teased her. Sliding just an inch or so in, then back, she was soon on the edge. Just has I rammed in, I pushed my thumb against her ass, then in as she came. I was right behind her, driving as hard as I could. We came together, Jeannie's pussy quivering against me. I slumped forward, kissing her shoulders and neck. Looking over my shoulder, Madge gave us a silent applause and slipped out the door. 

*****



Down by the Lake Ch. 08



Thanks to everyone that has been following our story. Comments are always welcome. Votes always appreciated.




The rest of August became a very normal month. 

The women worked, the kids played, I visited.

Jeannie, of course, continued at the shop. Mrs. Patrick adjusted her hours so she would be home at a more reasonable time. Partially, it was possible because she brought in an assistant for Jeannie. Just bragging here, My Jeannie, with her warm personality, had doubled sales in the first eight months. Mrs. Patrick could afford more help.

Madge had called Rose Johnson; the Realtor, Monday afternoon. Wednesday she had the latest listings and maps of the area, with instructions to learn her way around. On Saturday and Sunday, she was assigned to Open Houses, mostly to answer questions. Mid-August, she made her first sale. That did her ego a world of good. That night she was strutting in the bedroom, nude, recounting how well she negotiated the deal. Quite a sight!

Brady's crew finished the spa and roof by the tenth. The girls and I celebrated in the spa that evening with champagne. Followed by a round of blow jobs and pussy eating. A good night indeed.

The Dervishes kept us busy. About every third day, I'd take them down to the lake, they'd fish, paddle around in the canoe. On the hotter days, we'd splash in the shallows. The rest of the time, if I didn't have them on the computer or reading, they'd be biking all over the upper reaches of the property (they weren't allowed out of sight of the house). One day they got curious about the stand of trees upslope of the house. We found the tree house my kids had built twenty five years ago. Well, a little of it, anyway. They wanted their own, so we hauled wood up there, and I let them build it themselves. Ugly thing, but they were proud, and so was I.

***

Mid-month I dropped in on Carl; he'd gotten John Biddle to convert his tail gate to a lift.

Biddle had a farm up the road from the Jepsons; did welding, shoeing, anything to bring in spare money. He did a nice job for Carl; they found a surplus one over in South Prairie at a fair price. A week later, it was good to go. 

Carl got his chair, called me over to see it. Damn, I hadn't seen him that happy in a long time.

While I was there, I noticed a dog around the house. It came over, checked me; probably smelled Bogart. She looked like a Cattle Dog, "Man, what are you doing with a high energy dog like that?"

"Some son-of-a-bitch, abandoned her. I watched him from my window. Came to a halt, put the dog out, and took off at high speed. Low lifes like that should be left in the woods. Way out in the woods."

"How'd you get her up here?"

"Hobbled down to the road with a pack of hot dogs. Just figured I'd give her somethin'. She followed me back to the house."

"What are you going to do with her? Does she always pace around?"

"I dunno what I can do with her. Yeah, she paces. I know she needs exercise, but I can't do it. Marie walks her at night, but it's not enough. Can't keep her, sure ain't takin' her to the pound. Just don't know."

"How about I brought Jeannie and the kids over to visit? You haven't seen them since the barbeque."

"Squid, you're up to somethin'. Ya got that look."

"Not me Jarhead. Just bein' neighborly. But don't get rid of the dog yet."

***

The following Monday, we went over to visit. I'd filled Madge in, but left Jeannie in the dark. I wanted to see her honest reaction to the dog. I was one hundred percent certain about JD and Clark.

We all trooped in, Madge and Jeannie fussing over Carl, the boys and I standing back. He was saying it was too bad Marie had to work, when this orange streak came flying in from the kitchen. She ran straight to me, then spotted the boys. She was all over those kids, sniffing, wiggling, rubbing against them. She must have been used to kids, she didn't jump on them. Madge and Jeannie complimented him on his dog, which gave Carl a chance to tell his story. Next thing I know Jeannie is on her knees, talking to the dog!

The boys were jumping around asking if we could have her, Jeannie is giving me calf eyes, and Madge is choking back laughter. 

I let them talk me into taking the dog. "Well, we'll have to come up with a name."

"She had a collar on her, said her name is Katie."

"What do you think? Madge, Jeannie, boys? Do we keep her Katie?"

Madge looked over at the dog and just said, "Katie?"

The dog went straight to her, tail wagging a mile a minute.

Katie it was

***

We still had one more vote to go on Katie: Bogart. If he didn't accept her, it was no-go. I explained it to the boys very carefully, and very fully. Bogart has seniority.

Not to worry. The dogs circled, sniffing, doing dog stuff, then Katie lay down on her back. Bogart checked her again, nudged her. She jumped up, started running around, challenging him to play. Soon the two were running all over the yard. She was accepted.

I got an appointment at the vet for the next day, I wanted her thoroughly checked, shots, everything.

The vet trip was just that, a trip. Not only did I take Katie, but the boys, and Jeannie, AND Madge. I couldn't even leave them in the waiting room. Doc Privett wondered what was going on. "I've got me a posse."

"Looks more like a herd."

He checked her over, said she was about a year old, had had a litter. Recommended spaying. Other than catching up on shots, she was fine.

We celebrated with cones at Sundgrens. Jeannie and the boys spotted dog leashes and collars, bought new ones for Katie, toys for both dogs.

***

Over the next week we put Katie through an extensive training course. I wanted her to walk on leash with anyone, especially Clark. She took to training quickly. That dog wanted to learn. 

Unlike Bogart, who slept all over the house, Katie slept mostly in my bedroom. Madge and Jeannie were concerned. They hoped she would want to be with the boys, I explained she was still insecure, as she got comfortable, she'd move around. (I was tempted to say 'sleep around', but thought better)

***

While all this was going on, Jeannie took the boys to school for registration. JD was going to third grade, Clark, first.

When she returned, she looked upset. "What's up, Honey? How did it go at school?

"Signing up was alright, but when I gave them our address, the clerk asked 'Isn't that the Murphy place?', and gave me the strangest look."

"Did she say much else?"

"No, but her face screwed up all funny."

***

As we neared the end of the month, and Labor Day, I sat everybody down for a talk; I had been doing a lot of thinking about the future. Some decisions had to be made and I wanted input from the women on things that affected them. Also, I didn't want anyone feeling blind sided by my kids coming. For the time they were here, I needed the boys to double up. That was the easy part. They understood the need, worked it out for me. Once that was done, I sent them out to play, explaining we were going to get into the adult discussion. "You know, the boring part."

After they cleared the room, I began, "You know I invited the kids up for the weekend. Not just to meet you, but to also help me with some legal aspects. I'd like your opinions on some things I have in mind. Let me lay this out, then chime in; the very first thing I want to do, is make us as legal as possible. If I can't marry both of you, then I want to be as close the law will allow.

Secondly, Knowing I won't out live you, I want to provide for the future..."

"But, Josh..."

"Wait, let me get this all out. Third, I want to provide for JD and Clark. They're smart kids and I want to be sure they can go to college if they want. That's the gist of it. Now you can speak."

For once, Jeannie led off, "Aren't you worried about what they will think of us? The three of us together?"

"No. Remember, they were raised in this house, with all those books, and the discussions Naomi and I had. I don't think it's a problem."

"Well, I didn't join with you for property or things, I'm a bit insulted that it's coming to this."

"Madge, I love you. I don't think you're here for 'things', quite the contrary. This is me, looking way down the road. Knowing several things; not the least is that someone has to inherit this land. Also, I'm already thinking of the boys as mine. I want them to do well."

"So...We don't have a say in this?"

"Jeannie, we're doing this precisely so you do have a say. If you two don't want me doing these things, I won't"

"You want to marry us?"

"Madge, I certainly do. And if anyone can help me set it up, set all this up, it'll be Jessie."

"Well, I like the idea of us being married...'

"So do I!"

***

Four days before Labor Day weekend, Johansen's crew finished the deck around the pool. We spent Wednesday scrubbing it out, then filling. We still had a heater to install, but I felt three days of sun would warm it sufficiently. We truly appreciated the work of both crews, so asked them to a huge barbeque on Saturday.

***

Jessie and Bob arrived on Friday. Bob rented a car, and picked Jessie up at her terminal. I don't know what they talked about on the way out, but they looked worried when they stepped out of the car.

Madge and Jeannie had been busy in the previous week, asking me to dress in a certain way when the kids arrived. So, when they stepped out of the car, I stepped onto the porch; bare foot, ragged coveralls, and a torn flannel shirt. Oh, and straw in my mouth.

As my kids gaped at me, Madge and Jeannie came out; long gingham dresses and bonnets, and straw in their mouths. ten seconds later, the Dervishes came racing around the corner. yup, coveralls and bare feet.

Bob and Jessie must have stood there a good minute, then busted out laughing. We held our silence as long as we could, then let our laughter go.

Kids were running around yelling, dogs romping about barking, and all the adults rolling on the ground gasping for air.

I finally crawled over to the porch, sitting there watching everyone recover.

"So, Dad, what's been going on? Anything interesting?"

"No, Bob. It's been pretty quiet around here."

***

We gathered on the deck. Thankfully, I had shed the coveralls, and flannel, and was back in my shorts and t-shirt. likewise, everyone else had gotten comfortable. Except the boys. They liked the coveralls!

"All right Dad, what's going on?"

"I'm sure it's no surprise I've been alone since your mother died. And when I met these two, I wasn't looking for anyone. But I found two instead."

"Well...that's no surprise."

"Meaning?"

"C'mon, Dad, Bob and I grew up in this house, and the one in town. We saw how you and Mom took Aunt Claire and Uncle Wally's leaving."

"And we read all the books and magazines. Jess and I knew about multiple lovers long ago."

"So Dad, getting any lately?"

"Jess! What kind of question is that for your father?"

"After you called me, I worried you were ill or something. so I made a few calls."

"Calls?"

"Yeah, you know , the usual sources; Marie, Sandy, Shelly. They gave me an over view of what's been going on. And Madge, Jeannie, they were all positive when they talked about you."

"Hmmph, Marie and Sandy I figured for motor-mouths; but Shelly?"

"Barely a word from her. Just re-assurances. Now give us your version."

I filled them in on how it all happened, how I love them, what I wanted to do in the future. We talked for an hour or so; Jessie and Bob asking questions not just of me, but Jeannie and Madge as well. When we wound down, Jessie asked the important question, "So, how can I help?"

"I've talked it over with Madge and Jeannie. I want us to be as legal as we can possibly make it. If you and Bob don't mind, I want them to inherit the property, and the boys to have a college fund."

"And if this doesn't work?"

"Then something else will have to be set up."

Jessie sat in thought for a few minutes, "Ok, I have to do some research. Washington law may be different on this than Colorado and California."

"Have you done this before?"

"Oh sure. Remember, I practice family law."

"In California too?"

"Just the one time."

"Anyone I know?" I asked looking at Bob. Sometimes you start getting an inkling of what's going on as much by what's not said, as by what is.

"Ah,um...well, Sue and I share the house with someone."

"Share? C'mon, you share now. I told you about my two lovers. Fill me in."

"Sue and I have shared a lover for the last year and a half."

"This lover, does she have a name?"

"Emm...he. He has a name. Mark."

"Ok."

"That's all? Just ok?"

"Sure, It's not for me to judge."

Another thought occurred to me. Turning to my innocent looking daughter. Too innocent, in fact. "And you, Missy. What are you hiding from 'Dear old Dad'?"

"Michelle."

I laughed. Straight from the belly, laughed. The others looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. They didn't get it. Here I'd worried how they would take my news. Theirs was just as good!

*****



Down by the Lake Ch. 09



The day I'd invited Jessie and Bob out, I also called Doug. I suspected we were in for a big barbeque. More than I was willing to cook.

He was booked Sunday and Monday, but had Saturday available. He just needed to know how many to feed.

"Ahh, I'm not sure just yet. How much lead time do you need?

"Wednesday is as late as I can wait, and Murph, that's a push."

"Gotcha. I'll get back as quick as I can. Thanks Doug, I appreciate this."

I called him back Tuesday night, "Man, I don't believe the number I came up with."

He laughed, "Talk to me..."

"Ok, here goes; there's me and the girls, and our two kids of course. Then there are their parents. That puts it at eight. Then my kids are flying in. That makes it ten. I invited Shelly. Eleven. The Jepsons. Thirteen. Now comes the fun. I invited Brady's crew, and their families; so that's ten more, and I don't know how many kids."

"That's doable. Tight, but doable,"

"Yeah, but..."

"But? What's left?"

"I also invited Johansen's crew."

"Jesus! That's what? Eight, nine more? Plus wives and kids?"

"Yeah. Can you do this?"

"Let's see, twenty five or so adults, an unknown number of kids. Forget ribs. This'll be burgers and dogs. You guys supply potato salad and slaw. Watermelon, and anything else you want, I'll do the cooking."

***

I sent Madge to Costco on Friday. She came back with ten pounds of slaw, twenty five of potato salad, half a dozen watermelons and a ton of paper plates and other stuff. I don't even know how much pop and beer came back with her. All I know is that damn van was packed.

***

A lot of Saturday is a blur. Doug arrived about nine; his cooker in tow, the meat locker on his pickup loaded. We set him up, started putting up tables, and such. Guests began showing up around ten thirty; Jeannie's folks, Nancy right behind them, after that, it was just a rush. The area over by the barn was packed with cars. Kids were running all over. Adults were standing around, yakking and drinking beer. I remember Shelly, Carl and Marie being there, but I don't know when they arrived.

One o'clock we started serving burgers and all. Damned if the Sheriff's deputies didn't show up. Right on time. Those guys couldn't smell a bale of weed if they were laying on it, but can smell a cook-out across the county. "Willis! Pierce! You guys are right on time. How do you manage that?"

"Murph...you hurt me. We just happened to be patrolling by here, saw the crowd. Thought we should make sure everything was alright."

I just laughed, pointed toward Doug. He waved a thumbs up. Had two made up by the time Willis got to him. THEN he made one for Pierce. Doug seems to be prepared for those guys. (Maybe they tap into his computer for his schedule)

There were kids and adults in and out of the new pool all afternoon. Johansen's bunch was bragging about the great job they did. Brady's crew pointing out how much better theirs was. Everybody laughing. I remember Nancy, Ron and Mary looking shell-shocked at the crowd. But it didn't seem to faze their eating any. Jeannie, Madge and I kept circulating; making sure everyone was taken care of. All the while keeping an eye on kids in the pool.

Somewhere around five, the crowd began to thin, by six most had gone. They all picked up after themselves. We had almost no mess in the yard. Ron and Mary thanked us for a good time, headed down the hill. Nancy asked if she could go down to the lake, do a little meditation. Madge went with her. When they came back an hour later, both looked calm.

Marie and Carl were among the last to go. They'd had a great time, and with his scooter, Carl didn't get tired. Shelly clamped on to me, dragged me behind the barn. She didn't say anything, just laid a kiss on me. I'm thinking she took lessons from Jeannie, 'cause my toes curled. She just smiled at me, walking to her car. I guess I stood there with my mouth open, because Jeannie came over, "Husband mine, you better be careful. You might have three of us to keep happy."

***

Jeannie worked on Monday (she'd swapped for Saturday). Madge took Clark and the dogs into town for the parade and barbeque. I followed in the Spitfire, JD beside me. Jessie brought Naomi's Mustang for one more show, Bob rode with her. The boys looked over the cars; JD was impressed by Swede's Camaro. Clark was bouncing between Shelly's MG and Charly's E-type. I began to think about another car. Maybe something a bit fancy to take the girls out in.

On the way home, it was Clarks turn in the passenger seat. Did that kid ever have a smile on his face. All the way home. I've got him hooked on roadsters!

***

Bob headed for the airport early Tuesday. I told him to say 'hi' to Sue and Mark. Jessie departed a little later. I followed her on Hwy. 410 as far as Greenwater. She pulled over, we exchanged hugs. She said she'd get back to me about the legal stuff. 

"Where are you stopping tonight?"

"Probably Coeur d'Alene. Tomorrow I expect Billings maybe Sheridan, then down to Denver. It should be good weather all the way. An easy drive. I'll let you know when I stop for the night; I know you'll worry if I don't."

***

Jeannie dropped the boys at school on Wednesday. It was the first day and she wanted to be there with them. She had to go on to work, so I'd pick them up later. The dogs looked lost, especially Katie; no kids to play with.

Madge and I went back to bed. We had some love making to catch up on. There was no subtlety, we shed clothes and jumped into bed. I dove for her cunt; it had been a while since I had enjoyed her nectar, and I needed a fix. She didn't last two minutes, she was that ready. I licked her through her first orgasm, and then settled down to a loving exploration of that beautiful pussy. I found every fold, followed it to the next finally ending at her clit. When she's excited, it stands clear of the hood. And today it was well clear. I sucked her clit; rolling my lips over it, then coming back with my tongue-flicking it left and right. I was rewarded with her low, guttural, groan.

"Enough! I need a break. It's my turn, Honey."

Rolling onto my back, I brought her with me, her stomach ending on my face. As she slid down, I trailed kisses up her belly; she swayed side-to-side so I could play with her tits. Sucking one, then the other, until she groaned and slid further. Now we were lip to lip. Nibbling at each other, sucking each other's tongues, hands roaming. We were having a good time. She slid down, leaving kisses on my chest, tits, stomach, until my cock was engulfed. In one slurpy movement, she took me to her throat.

Her tongue danced all over me, as she bobbed up and down on my cock. Just when I thought I would come, she'd clamp fingers around the base, holding me in her mouth. When she felt the moment had passed, she began again. "Enough woman, get up here."

She placed me at her entrance, moving my head in circles, drawing juices to me. Slowly, very slowly, she lowered onto me. When I hit bottom, she leaned forward, smiling, "Should I wait more?"

"God, no."

I pushed up as hard as I could, urging her on. She sat up, (I so love that sight) squeezing me between her thighs, clamping her pussy, suddenly going into the rolling spasm she had learned from Naomi. We came simultaneously. I arched up into her; she quivered, froze, held the pose for a moment, then collapsed to my chest. I held her; smoothing her back, telling how much I loved her.

We slept for a bit. (The old guy needed a nap) When we woke, it was just after noon, and I felt hungry! For the first time in weeks we could pad about the house naked. It did feel good. 

***

We had sandwiches and beer, relaxed on our refurbished deck, held hands...

Soon enough, it was time to get dressed, go after the boys.

On day one, the teachers wanted to meet the parents picking up the kids, so I trooped from third grade to first, JD in tow. The third grade teacher, a Mrs. Cox, seemed alright. We exchanged pleasantries, then JD and I were out the door. At the first grade room, Miss Coburn seemed a bit overwhelmed. A little conversation revealed this was her first teaching job. She'd interned, did practice teaching, but this was her first real day.

"Don't let it get you down. What's the worst that can happen? Well, the parents could run you out of town on a rail, but that's not too likely. Haven't done that in three-four years."

"WHa...What?"

"I'm kidding. Everything will settle down. Just give it some time. But keep a big stick close by. Just in case."

"Papa Murph, are you teasing Miss Coburn?"

"Yes, Clark, I am."

She breathed a sigh of relief.

***

We got home; the boys went to their rooms to change. The dogs were eagerly awaiting them, so I let them play for a while, then sat them at their computers. By now, both were two or three grades ahead on both math and reading, and I wanted to start them on some science.

Madge was making dinner; Jeannie came in just after six. Madge and I got big kisses, then she went looking for JD and Clark. They came back into the dining room, the boys chattering a storm about their day.

Once we settled at the table, Jeannie filled us in on her day. It seems Mrs. Patrick is so taken with the way Jeannie has improved sales, she's considering another store, with Jeannie in charge of one of them.

"What about you guys? Did you get caught up on work?"

The smile said she knew what work we caught up on.

"Yes, and next week you can get caught up on yours too."

"Thanks, Madge, I'm looking forward to it."

"Um, We may have something developing, I'm not sure I'll like."

"What's that, Honey?"

"Well, when I picked the boys up at school today, Clark called me Papa."

"What's wrong with that? You are his Papa. Aren't you?"

"Yes, Jeannie I am. But the exact phrase he used was 'Papa Murph'."

"And?"

"That's getting awfully close to something else."

"What am I missing?"

Madge leaned over, whispered in Jeannie's ear.

"What? Really? Oh, you're kidding."

And the two of them broke out laughing. The boys were looking around, not getting the joke.

I put up with their behavior as well as I could, finally throwing my napkin down. "That's it! If you're going to laugh at my concerns, I'm going to the den."

Howls of laughter followed me to the den.

Eventually they followed me to the den, where I was nursing a scotch. They started to apologize for laughing, until my smile was spotted. They both jumped me. I barely saved the scotch. And then, we were rolling on the floor, tickling. The boys heard the uproar, came running in to join the pile. Dogs were running around barking. Altogether, I'd say we had a very good day.

***

Thursday, Johansen's boys came by with the pool heater. The electrician was right behind them. The whole thing was hooked up, tested, and good by noon. The rest of the week, and the weekend were normal and quiet. Jeannie and Madge worked, I kept the boys busy. Jessie called from Denver, happy to arrive. 

Monday was Jeannie's turn to get caught up on 'things'. The buses were picking up the kids now, so once the boys were out the door, Jeannie headed back to bed. I gave her some relaxation time, then strolled in to her. "Good morning, Miss. Are you ready for your massage?"

"Oh, Honey. That sounds so divine. I would love one."

"Very well, remove your clothing and stretch out on your stomach, please." I began one of the best hours in my life. I lightly massaged, deep massaged, smoothed, caressed, and ultimately kissed every inch of her body. When she couldn't move, I licked her pussy. When she responded, fingers sank in, looking for her special spots. When she arched to me, a thumb probed her rosebud. And when she came, tears came to my eyes. I had brought her joy. 

I knelt up, ever so slowly sinking into her. Waiting for her. And when she gripped me with her thighs, I began our slow tango. We would push and pull against each other, then stop. Kiss. Dance again. And again. When we did finally come, it wasn't fast and furious, it was slow, and deep, and seemed to go on forever.

I held her to me. Kissing her face, telling of my love for her. Not wanting to let go. She whispered back, thanking me for loving her. Telling me of her love.

Finally we were quiet.

"That was beautiful. I love you guys together."

I waved Madge to the bed with us. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

*****



Down by the Lake Ch. 10



September settled into a routine; kids to school, women to work, Murphy busy around the old homestead. You know how us old guys like our routines.

Once a week I'd get together with Carl. We'd play cards, swap lies, generally have a good time.

The weather, as always, was pretty hot during the day, starting to go cool at night. We were seeing more deer in the woods and along the lower meadow. Now and then I'd spot a coyote or fox, but they kept their distance.

Brady came by early in the month; he wanted to look over the barn for my changes. On the fifteenth, he re-appeared with three guys. They stripped out what little there was on the apartment walls, framed in a bathroom and a small kitchenette. They probably spent more time sealing up air holes in the side walls and then insulating, as they did on the rest of the job.

While they were busy upstairs, I moved everything out of the lower area. Re-insulated down there, painted, and re-organized. Moving the vehicles back in, there was a hole where the Mustang had been. Time to begin the search.

Shelly was coming around more than ever before. Mostly to visit with Madge and Jeannie, but she'd tease me every now and then. Things like running fingers along my arm while we talked. Or licking lips while talking. And I can't forget the intense kisses at odd times.

I wasn't worried about what the girls might say; they were teasing me about adding Shelly to the harem. I was worried about where this was headed. I can't eat enough, or take enough vitamins (even horse pills) to keep up with three. We had always been easy around each other, best of friends. Now I could feel a slow escalation between us. Now, I didn't mind her kissing me, or the teasing, or even her rubbing against me as she would do. I just wasn't sure where this might go. I also knew eventually I'd have to talk this over with Madge and Jeannie.

Jessie put me in touch with a lawyer in Tacoma, She listened to my needs and concerns, then got busy on paper work. She was sure something was possible, probably along the lines of a limited partnership.

Bob called from San Diego. He might have found a replacement for the Mustang. "What do you know about Bentleys? I found a T2 with left-hand steering down here."

"I know what they are, and I know how expensive they are, but can I work on it? What about parts availability?"

"This is a '78, one owner. He's worked on the car all the time he's had it. If he sells it, parts and tools are included."

"If he sells?"

"He's picky where his baby is going. Dad, this guy is in his eighties. The only reason he's selling is because his eyes are going."

"How about if I call, talk to him?"

"I'll talk to him, set it up. Maybe you'll have a chance to come down for a visit."

***

A week later, I was headed south by Alaska Air. 

Before I called the owner, I did some research of my own. A T2 Bentley with left hand steering was a rare bird indeed. There might have been half a dozen in the US. There's a Rolls-Royce dealer in Seattle, so I had experts in the area. Parts were available. I might have to wait a bit is all.

When I talked to the owner, it was like going through a job interview. Or talking to a father on your first date with a girl. Finally he invited me down to see the car. But no assurance I was getting it yet. Oh, and there was no budge on the price; twenty five grand.

Shelly was quite willing to meet the bus after school on the days Madge or Jeannie couldn't, and stay with the boys on the weekends. She drove me up to SeaTac for the flight. The good-bye kiss I got curled my toes (again). "That's so you don't forget your way home."

I spent the whole flight mulling her over. She was definitely upping her game.

***

Bob met me at the airport looking tan and relaxed. Sue was home when we arrived, happy to see me. She's a warm, smiling person. I'm sure she must have her down moments, but I never saw one. Mark came in about six. He hugged and kissed both Bob and Sue, shook my hand. A nice guy, maybe a few years older than Bob and Sue. Near six foot in height, fit looking. An easy smile, but he was sizing me up.

We had a pleasant dinner, drinks out on the patio, easy conversation. I was finished by ten, headed to my bed in the guest room. 

The next morning Bob and I headed for La Jolla. There's a reason I stay away from Seattle; the freeways. The San Diego area makes Seattle look like a piece of cake. Bob laughed; assured me it was easy once you got used to it.

We arrived at this huge house that looked as if the Spaniards had built it. Mr. Carswell met us with a firm handshake and steady voice, and leading us to the garage, had no problems walking. I commented on how well he was doing, surprised he was selling the car. "Well...If I could see the damn road, and pass the eye test. How old are you?"

"I'm sixty five. Hopefully I've got twenty good years ahead of me..."

"Where would you keep my car?"

"I had an idea you might ask. I brought down some pictures of my barn. I hope you can see these alright."

"I'll look at them later. Here's the car."

We were looking at a large sedan (the Brits call them saloons), smoky grey in color with tan leather interior. Correction: matching, Connelly Leather, interior. The car was immaculate! Not a scratch or ding. The leather looked new. He opened the hood; the engine was sparkling clean. I found it hard to believe this car was thirty years old. And I told him so. In the trunk there was a tool set that looked never used. A spare was under a cover. It looked new. Sitting in the driver's seat was a totally different experience. You felt regal. Looking down at the carpet; there was a little wear under the pedals. That was it.

He had been watching me while I looked the car over. I felt white gloves were appropriate for that car. He must have been satisfied with me so far, because he offered a drive. I started toward the passenger side, but he said no, I should drive.

I have never been more nervous. Ever. I'm driving almost a one-of-a-kind car. In traffic. We headed north; once we got past Scripps, I could get into the throttle. We drove up to Del Mar, had lunch, and drove back down after. Carswell didn't say much the whole trip. He sat back, eyes closed, just taking in the ride. Bob had been in the back the whole trip; He never said a word.

Back at his house, I was going to put the car in the garage; "Don't bother. You'll get the car. It's going to good hands."

It took an hour to load parts and tools in to Bob's car. Some items had to go into the Bentley; there just wasn't room in Bob's car. They were all carefully wrapped and placed. I was already wondering how I was going to get all that north.

As I started the car, Mr. Carswell stepped to the window with tears in his eyes. "Mr. Murphy, there is one more thing. Please take these. I won't be needing them any longer."

He'd given me his leather driving gloves! I shook his hand, promised to take care of her.

"Not her. This is Nelson. Take good care of him."

***

I followed Bob home. He must have been as nervous, with me following, as was I driving.

At the house, Sue looked in awe on Nelson. She wouldn't even touch him. I finally got her to sit in the front passenger seat, took her around the neighborhood. You can't slump in a Bentley. Well, maybe if you're a stoned rock star. But a normal human being? No way.

I spent the next day visiting with Sue, Bob and Mark. My sense was they loved each other, but I didn't ask; they would tell me what they wanted me to know. One thing did happen though; Sue took me aside, asked me how I managed two women. "With a lot of love. Oh, and vitamins."

***

The drive north was nerve wracking until I got beyond the Los Angeles area. After that it was I-5 north. Nelson just loped along. We were doing a steady seventy five, and he wasn't even breathing hard. We went over the Grapevine passing cars easily. I swear that car was smiling.

I did get pulled over by a trooper near Stockton, but he just wanted to gab, look the car over. Turns out he liked British iron, had to see this.

I stopped at Red Bluff for the night. Tossed and turned, worrying about the car outside. We were up early Monday morning. The forecast through the Siskiyous was good and I wanted to test him out in the mountains.

Now, doing mountains on an interstate highway isn't the same as competing in the Monte Carlo Rallye. But I-5 through the mountains is a swoopy drive with enough twists to make it interesting. I got pulled over just south of the Oregon border; another looky-loo trooper. We had a great conversation about cars. He had an Alfa and a Lancia. Laughed when I told him my other car was a Spitfire. Just north of Medford, we were pulled over again. Now, I don't mind talking cars. But this was getting tiresome. This one wanted to be sure the car wasn't stolen. I was good with that. Brought out the paper work showing the sale and ownership transfer. I even had proof of insurance coverage. After that, we talked cars. He had a '69 Mustang going through restoration. I was able to share some of the things I went through with Naomi's car.

Getting tired, I spent the night at Eugene, put in a request for an early call. We made it through Portland and across the Columbia by eight. At the first rest stop north of Vancouver, I took an hour nap. One more nap at a weigh station south of Fort Lewis, then on home. All told, we did just over 1200 miles, used 80 gallons of gas. No oil. I was impressed.

So were the girls when I drove in. Nelson looked a bit dirty, but they liked the way he looked.

Shelly was there also, and was the first to lay a kiss on me. Madge and Jeannie seemed to hang back just a little, giving Shelly first chance. If I hadn't suspected there was some collusion going on, I knew it now.

They all kissed and hugged, I kissed, hugged, caressed, squeezed. All of them. If Shelly wanted to be part of us, she'd get the same treatment. After the greeting, I called time. I was worn out from the drive. Not the driving, you understand, just the drive itself.

***

It took me two days to remove everything from the car, sorted and arranged on shelves. Another day was just cleaning inside and out. Then I was ready to take my women for a drive. While I held the back door open, they piled in, oohing and cooing about the luxurious back seats. I drove over to Shelly's, held the front door for her, then on into town. Driving at a stately pace, Nelson seemed to be prancing, as if he felt on display.

Pulling up in front of Jerry's, I again held the doors; first the front, then the rear. I've gotten used to creating a little scene when two women step out of something I'm driving, but three women and a Bentley? Now we're talking a scene!

We spent the next hour getting lunch, cones, just ambling about. I had one woman or another on my arm the whole time. And again, it seemed Shelly was getting most of the time. Heading home, Madge and Shelly swapped places; I had a few quiet words with Madge about Shelly. She confirmed that she and Jeannie were giving us time together. At her house, I held the door for Shelly and she gave me a slow kiss that went on forever. Looking her in the eye I said, "We've got a serious talk coming up, don't we?"

"Why, what ever could you mean?"

"Oh, I think you know. And they know. And I know. In a few days, we'll talk."

***

That evening, after the boys were settled for the night, I poured myself a scotch, made drinks for Jeannie and Madge, and opened the discussion.

"I need some clarity. You two have been encouraging Shelly's affection with me over the last several weeks. What do you two have in mind?"

"Shouldn't you be asking Shelly that question?"

"No, Jeannie. Not yet. You are my partners; I need to know what's going on from you first."

Madge spoke up; "Shelly loves you. I've known that since I first met her. She's just becoming more obvious about it. I...we, have you, she doesn't. That's not fair. She should be able to love you openly too. After all, what's one more?"

"What's one more? Fifty percent more, that's what. I'm not saying I'm against loving her; I could easily, my concern is what it might do to this household. I don't want to risk losing you two. I haven't even finished setting things up, legally, for the three of us."

"We talked to her about what she wants. She doesn't want to leave her house. That's her home. I'm not sure she knows how she wants this to go. She just wants some of the loving that's going on."

"And you two are alright with that? Once this goes to the next step...well, once I took the next step with you two, there was no going back."

"Yes dear, I'm ok with it."

"Me too, dear. Treat her nice."

***

"Shelly, you know I'm in love with Jeannie and Madge. And you have been getting more and more affectionate over the last few months. I'm flattered, and I'm not rejecting you. Not a bit. But I need to see where this might go. Yeah, I know I'm not saying this well, but I don't know how else to say it."

"Josh honey, that was horrible. If I were her, I'd throw you out, never talk to you again."

"Madge, I'm at a loss here. How do I do this?"

"The same way you did with me, and with Jeannie. Be yourself. Just take her to dinner, let the conversation go where it will. There's no rush. It's not like you're not getting any, you know."

"But with you, it was spontaneous. This feels planned."

"Honey, I hate to break this to you, it's never spontaneous. Women know how far they're willing to go long before men do. I knew on the first day you sat and talked with me. Jeannie knew the first time she was up here. I think she knew before we even left the store, I think I felt it then."

"So...I'm just a pawn in women's plans?"

"Don't be silly dear. We never consider you a pawn. Now go to Shelly like a good boy."

It's a good thing I love her.

***

We went to an Italian restaurant in Puyallup. A family owned bistro with excellent food. Shelly was great company and I relaxed. We just talked about anything and everything, and after a while scooted our chairs closer, talked lower, brought our heads closer. At some point I found myself looking in her eyes, then leaning in and kissing her. Her response was light, just touching, teasing.

"Let's continue this at my place."

I paid the check, walked her out to Nelson. She was wrapped around my arm.

Driving back, she was leaning against me, a hand rubbing my thigh, lips tickling my ear, the light scent of perfume intoxicating.

***

She kicked off her shoes, draped her shawl over a chair, invited me to remove my jacket, loosen my tie. Opening a bottle of wine, she led me to her couch. We sat close together, sipping wine looking into each other's eyes. I was seeing her in a whole new light. It was still the familiar Shelly, but there was a different woman before me; sexy, coy, desirous. 

I reached out; caressing her cheek, feeling her lean into my hand. Leaning forward we kissed, softly, then with more intensity. Someone moaned, we pushed together, tongues dueling in mouths, lips crushing lips.

She fumbled at my shirt buttons, getting her hand onto my skin, feeling for a nipple, flicking, pinching. Had the girls been coaching her? I ran a hand up her back, smoothing the muscles. We took a break. She peeling her blouse and bra off, me shedding my shirt. I took time to admire her. Sure she was just into her fifties, but her skin was taut, her breasts firm, and her nipples poked out more than a quarter inch. I bent forward; drawing one in, holding it, teasing with my tongue. I heard her, just above a whisper; "Oh yes... Josh... I have waited so long for this. Love me now."

We sank back on the couch, my lips searching her skin, wanting to give her all the pleasure she had waited for. She had a scattering of freckles across her chest and down over her breasts; I kissed every one, following them back and forth, spelling her name with freckle-kisses.

Her belly attracted me next; I kissed-licked down to her navel, flicking in and out, getting a giggle for my effort. The waist band of her slacks now hindered my path until she flipped the button. As I tugged, her hips lifted and they slid down and off. Now all that was between me and her pussy was a thin piece of semi-sheer pink material.

Her legs opened, the invitation there, hands led my lips to her damp panties. Her aroma aroused me, my tongue spearing out, tasting the dampness. I buried my face into her panty-clad puss, trying to get closer, finally pulling material aside, spearing deep into her. Sucking her clit brought an immediate reaction; legs clamped over my ears, she pushed up against me. A moment later she relaxed, her legs dropping away from my ears.

"Whew, the girls are right, you do give good head."

"So they've been talking have they?"

"A little."

"Did they encourage you in this?"

"I didn't need much, but yes, when I asked them, they said yes."

"Ah ha, so if I were say 'let's go to bed'?"

"I'd say 'Let's go'!"

And we did. She shed the panties, then led me to her bed. I hung back just enough to admire her ass. I'd been seeing it for years, encased in denims. Now it was on full display. It may not have been the shapely ass of a Madge or Jeannie, but you sure wouldn't turn down a chance to play. A mature woman, she was tightly shaped, her butt still round and firm, her belly rounded and taut, and her tits, full and pendulous. She led me into her bedroom; stopped and turned, and with spread legs, looked me over. "You do know you're overdressed. Don't you?"

I was shucking pants, shoes and socks as fast as I could. Briefs? They went with the pants.

"Much better, come here."

Clearly, she had taken charge.

Taking me by the hand, she led me to the bed. "I have you all night. And I plan to send you home tired and smiling. Any problems with that?"

"No ma'am. Just be gentle with me. I don't have much experience with women."

"Oooh...you're going to pay for that fib."

And pay I did. She pinned me to the bed. (I really fought against that) Just sucked my cock into her mouth, deep in her throat, swirled her tongue around then came up for air. "How was that?"

"Got my attention. Turn around, we'll do each other."

We spent the night exploring each other. She loved having her pussy eaten. She completely delighted in sucking cock. When I pushed my thumb into her ass, she pushed back murmured, "More."

And when we fucked, it was long, slow, and loving. She held me to her with arms and legs, rolled us so she could be on top, accepted it later when I rolled her again. Cooed while I sucked tits, and finally gasped as she came. We lay together regaining our breath, whispering to each other, then began loving again.

***

In the morning, she made me breakfast. In the nude. A delightful sight. I realized she had but a few curly wisps of hair on her pussy. Otherwise it was bare. Her lips stood swollen and red. She would rub fingers over them periodically, drawing juices to the surface. I leant forward, ran a finger through the slit, tasted the sample. Then I dropped to my knees, pulled her to me, and buried my face in her pussy again. I didn't rise until she sagged at the knees, quivering again.

*****



Down by the Lake Ch. 11



October Proved interesting.

We began preparing for winter, I had to get Nelson put to bed, teacher conferences to be attended, Madge and Jeannie to be loved, and Shelly added to my schedule.

We're twelve hundred feet above sea level, which means we get frosts long before the areas down hill. We're also on the front face of the Cascades, which means we also can get snow earlier. So I begin stocking up. Along with plenty of food, fire wood, and gasoline, I also made sure everyone had plenty of warm clothing, the cars were equiped with chains, and we always had one hundred pounds of dog food.

There were conferences at school in mid October, that proved interesting. Jeannie, Madge and I attended them. Which threw off the teachers; oh, well, the parents are here, talk to them.

First up was Miss Coburn for Clark in the first grade. 

"Clark is one of the smartest boys I have seen. But we have one major problem; he won't sit quietly when we are doing arithmetic and reading."

"Is he running around, making noise?"

"No, he's talking to other kids. I can't have him disrupting class."

Clark was waiting in another part of the room, so I went to him, "Clark, Miss Coburn says you're talking to other kids when you should be doing your math. Is that right?"

"Yes sir. I do my work, then I help Larry. He can't do pluses and minuses."

"Do you help him do the work, or do you help him understand?"

"Oh, I can't do it. That would be cheating!"

"Ok, you wait here."

I sat down with the three women again, Miss Coburn was talking about how well Clark got along with the other kids.

"Miss Coburn, Is Clark's work done on time? And is it correct?"

"Yes..."

"Were you aware he's helping other kids that aren't understanding something?"

"Why...no..."

"Clark! Come here. Tell Miss Coburn why you're talking to Larry."

"He can't do it. So I help him. I show him how we do it at home."

"How you do it at home?"

"Yes, Miss Coburn. Me and JD do it on the 'puter."

She looked up at us, "They do math on the computer?"

Jeannie smiled, "As soon as we moved in, Josh insisted the boys get used to doing math and reading. Now he's starting them on basic biology."

"Soo...What am I supposed to do with him?"

"Try to keep up." Laughed Madge.

***

Mrs. Cox was next, and it was more of the same; great kid, well liked, always talking to others.

This time Madge took the lead; "Is his work done, and is it correct?"

"Why...yes, it is."

"JD, why are you talking to the other kids when their doing work?"

"Mama Madge, they need help, so I show them."

"Are you doing the work for them?"

"No, I just help them. They still do it."

Madge explained about our home computer time, and how well the kids did on it.

"What is this program, and how can I get it?"

So I laid out the what and where for her. I had the feeling, many of her kids were going to get computer homework from then on.

***

We celebrated the good grades with ice cream at Sundgren's. Shelly came in as we were ordering, came over and gave me a big hug. Sungren just sighed, dug out another cone, scooped where she indicated. "Murph, should I get you more of the horse pills?"

"Double the order."

We all sat together, Clark and JD telling Shelly about school, the rest of us just nodding along.

Once again the girls had arranged that Shelly would be next to me, and she took advantage by playing with my leg. Madge and Jeannie just smiled as if nothing were going on, but they knew.

As we were leaving, Shelly invited me to her place, before I could answer, Jeannie stepped in; "Tonight he's with me, I won't have much time the rest of the week, so Mondays and Tuesdays are mine."

She said it pleasantly enough, but their was no mistaking the message; 'We'll share, but don't encroach on my time.'

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. We'll do it another day."

Madge stepped in, "Come over to the house, we'll come up with a schedule that's fair to all."

"Don't I get a say?"

"You can always say you don't want to love one of us. Is that what you're doing?"

"Not me. Just keep the food and vitamins coming!"

"Good answer." said three voices at once.

***

Soon the rains came, and the wind,and everyone was happy to stay inside, when ever possible.The coastal cities get 20-30 inches of rain in a year. we can get that much in three months; so we prepare for it.

I took every one down to the lake one day, actually to the creek the lake exits through. Every one got to watch a salmon run. Fish were thrashing up stream ten and twelve at a time. They'd rest in the lake a day or so, then push as far up the feeder creek as possible to spawn.

"Josh, I thought salmon were a beautiful fish, these don't look too healthy."

"Jeannie, these guys haven't eaten since they started up stream, and when they spawn, they'll die."

"Papa Josh, do they have to die?"

"Yes, JD, they do. Their death helps feed the river, which then helps feed the young fish when they hatch out in the spring. Plus the bears feed on them too."

"Bears?"

"Yeah, they'll be a little way up the feeder, where it gets pretty shallow."

"Do they come down here?"

"Madge, they go where ever they want. We don't argue with them. I always figured this was their territory first. But if we get one that is too persistant about hanging around, we'll scare it off."

***

Twice a week I'd go to Shelly's for dinner, then stay the night. Loving Shelly was a new experience in a way; I had known her for years, and we had a friendly bond that allowed us more friendly ribbing while fucking. She could tease me about having to keep up with an old gal. I could joke back that she was just getting what she deserved. We didn't mind long foreplay, spending twenty or thirty minutes going down on each other. breaking apart for a drink, then sucking on something sticking out (or in). 

Shelly loved ass play. I could swirl a finger around her rosebud, and it would start opening like a welcomeing flower. I'd slowly stroke in and out with a finger, then a thumb, until she'd clamp down; "Enough of that. Cock. I want cock. fuck me now."

And I would lube my cock in her pussy a few times, move down to her ass and slide in. She'd lift her ass to take me in, locking legs around my waist, and hunching up against my cock as i drove into her. The faster I would drive in, The harder she would hunch up (It was like she were doing Super Crunches). We urge each other on, me gritting teeth, dripping sweat, aching in every muscle. When we did crest, it would be a great shouting explosion, both just making noise.

***

One problem did crop up that seemed to have originated at school. The clerk Jeannie had met when signing the boys up; Mrs. Hoffman, was bad mouthing my family at school and, I found out later, at her church.

Now the people around town that knew us didn't listen to her but a lot of others did. And they wouldn't let their kids play with mine. I let it go for a while, but after a few weeks of my kids not understanding what was going on, I'd had enough.

I went into town by myself. Straight to the Principal's office. I didn't have an appointment, didn't want one. I walked past that Mrs. Hoffman; waving her to follow. She had developed a worried look, and well she should.

The Principal, Mrs. Wayne, looked up in surprise when I burst in, phone in hand. "I'll have to call you back, I may have a situation."

"My name is Murphy, and we have a problem that must be resolved to my satisfaction."

"Oh yes, JD and Clark live with you."

"No. Let's get a few things clarified. They are my sons..."

"Not according to our records..."

"Mrs. Hoffman. I will not argue semantics with you."

"Mrs. Wayne-this woman has been going about town making derogatory statements about my family. I'm here to get this settled amicably. If not, well... don't piss me off more."

"Mrs. Wayne, he has two women living with him doing God knows what..."

The Principal's head snapped around to the clerk; "So you're the one that has been spreading those stories. Go to your desk. We will talk about this in a few minutes."

"Mr. Murphy, I had heard some of the rumors, but didn't realize they were coming from my office. How you live is not our business, as long as I feel the kids are not being harmed. And from what I've seen of JD and Clark, you have done remarkably well. many of my friends in town have told me about your 'unusual', shall we say, household. But those boys are bright, happy, and healthy. So it's not for me to judge."

"Can we try something? I don't want Mrs. Hoffman punished without a chance to change her mind about us on her own. I would like to invite you and her up to the house for a...shall we call it a conference?"

"You don't want her disciplined?"

"Only if there is no other way."

"Well, it's an unusual request, but she's really a good person. tell me when, and we'll be there."

"I'll talk it over with the mothers and get back to you."

"Mothers?"

"The boys have two. And love it."

***

We invited them over for Saturday. I hadn't told Jeannie or Madge why we having the home conference, just left the impression the Principal was curious about us. But when Mrs. Hoffman appeared at our door, both women's hackles went up. They had heard the stories also. And knew where they came from.

"Be as calm and pleasant as you can. I'm trying to defuse her. And if we can do it nicely, it's better than starting a fight in a small town. I don't want anyone having to pick sides."

So we got on with the visit. After a while the girls calmed down. Mrs. Wayne seemed to enjoy the visit; the boys showed her their computers, then took her out to the barn to see the canoe and their bikes. Mrs. Hoffman remained in the house, having coffee and talking with us.

It turns out, she was divorced with two kids about the ages of ours. Slowly she began telling more; no child support payments, no help at all. Soon Jeannie, then Madge were consolling her, offering tissue for tears, comforting words. They couldn't change her situation, but at least offer a friendly shoulder. She realized she resented how things were working for Jeannie, apologized for the stories.

Towards the tail end of all that, Mrs. Wayne had come in, heard part of it. "Evelyn, if you had come to me, I could have at least lent you a friendly ear."

"But...I didn't want to be a burden..."

"Nonsense. Besides, if Mr. Murphy hadn't invited us up here, and if we hadn't cleared the air, you could have been facing disciplinary action."

"Oh...I hadn't thought..."

"As long as the stories stop, and you tell everyone you were mistaken about the Murphys, we'll put this to bed. Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am, and I'm sorry to all of you."

***

The Dervishes spent Halloween weekend at their Grandparents. Just telling you that, you know the adults had the house. All of it. Well, not the kid's rooms. But everything, everywhere else. Plus we had Shelly over for the whole weekend.

Jeannie arranged to have Friday and Saturday off, so she got in on the majority of the fun.

We started on Friday with a costume ball. The theme was Roman Orgy and we dressed just that way. I had a short (really short) toga that left everything in the breeze. Shelly chose a long, flowing affair; draped over her left breast, the right completely bare. The skirt portion split up both sides. Her hair flowed around her face, the makeup highlighting her eyes.

Jeannie came out in a shorter version of Shelly's; draped over her right breast, the conical left tit pointing straight out, the nipples rouged. And then there was Madge; Playing up her auburn hair, lots of make up around her eyes, and a diaphanous white smock over both breasts and barely covering her ass.

We sat to a dinner of pheasant and wild rice, with roasted vegetables and wine. Lots of wine.

Dinner finished, I put music on that we could dance to. Or fuck to.

I took Shelly in my arms first, rubbing her back and sides as we slow danced, then Madge cut in, and we caressed each other. Out of the corner of my eye, Shelly and Jeannie were together, smoothing each other, then kissing lightly. "Look at them. They are lovely together."

"I know. They've been building to this. That may be their first kiss. Hmmm, I'm going to have to try her too."

"Try me for a while first, then we'll all do Shelly."

"Mmmmm...I like that idea. I wonder how she eats pussy?"

***

For the next hour or so, we played with each other; a caress on a tit, a hand against a cock, maybe a finger drawn through a pussy, then licked seductively. The women's nipples were constantly at attention, and my cock tented my toga straight out.

It was bewitching to watch the smaller Jeannie lead Shelly to the middle of the den, pulling her face down for a kiss. Madge stood in my arms, my hands cupping her breasts as we watched the final stage of Shelly's seduction. As they kissed, Jeannie's fingers danced over Shelly's exposed tit; tweaking the nipple, then smoothing it. As they kissed, the clasp on Shelly's shoulder was released, the tunic captured between them, then sliding down. Jeannie circled, caressing breasts, sides, back.

Shelly stood before us, Jeannie's hands roaming over her; cupping tits, sliding between legs, fingers dipping between labia. She looked at us, eyes glazed over, a half smile on her face; a long moan escaped her. Madge moved over to them; running hands over backs, then moving to breasts, tweaking nipples. Shelly was moaning and murmuring, occasionally I could hear her commenting how nice it was. Jeannie was kissing her while caressing her face. Madge was sucking on nipples, running fingers into a flowing pussy, then offering them to the other women to suck on. Eventually Shelly had reached her limit as she buckled to the rug; pulling Jeannie with her; her hands tugging at Jeannie's nipples, drawing them into ever sharper cones. Madge and Jeannie returned the favor; working as a team they went after Shelly's breasts, smoothing them, sucking, pulling, biting. Shelly would arch left, then right, trying to get more attention on each tit. The girls ran fingers into Shelly's pussy, seeking every fold, pressing in, then back out, drawing up each side of her clit, then taking turns strumming. Shelly finally hit her first peaked, suddenly spasming into a ball, holding hands to her pussy, clamping legs tightly, quivering.

Slowly she relaxed, her eyes regaining focus. She looked around, smiled at the women; "Wow...That's the most intense orgasn I've had in a long time. I may want to do this again."

I offered wine all around, everyone regaining their breath. "That was beautful. The three of you...I'm happy that worked."

"I'd never had a woman make love to me before. I think I've been missing something. Jeannie, you really got me going."

"Would you believe you're only the second woman I've made love to?"

"You could have fooled me."

"Well," Madge chimed in, "we've been learning as we go."

After a while Shelly took Jeannie by the hand, led her to the center of the room.Now it was her turn as aggressor; ripping the toga away from Jeannie, inhaling her tits sucking them to sharp points, then moving down her belly until she reached the little tuft of clipped hair. Her tongue searched for Jeannie's clit then moved a little further down.Burying her nose in Jeannie's vagina and inhaling deeply,"Mmmm, smells lovely. Tastes good too. I think I like girl sex!"

While we watched, they shifted into a 69; licking pussy and nibbling on clits, clasping heads between thighs, moaning into their lovers boxes. Madge and I watched as they rolled on the floor; hands claping asses, pulling pussies firmly to mouths, seeking more and deeper. They did finally slow down, break apart, looked over at us, "Josh..."

"Yes dear?"

"Can we keep her?"

"Well Shelly does have a vote..."

"I want to be kept...if it means I get more of this."

We took another break, sipping and talking when Jeannie asked about anal sex. "I've heard it really hurts. That would be such a downer."

Now, I've often dreamed about Jeannies ass. It is beautiful; just the finest shape, like an inverted heart, tapering into her waist above, and legs below. I chose to sit out this discussion, waiting to see if Shelly, who loves anal, would speak up.

"Mmmm, butt fucking...I love it. And Josh over here...does it so well. I just love having him slid into me back there. It's so different from pussy fucking..."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Not if you're properly prepared. And of course, the more you do it, the easier it gets."

"Can I learn? Will you teach me?"

"Josh...should we teach her?"

"Jeannie, I love your ass. It is gorgeous, I would delight in teaching you, but only if you really want to because it takes a bit of preparation, and a lot of trust on your part."

"Josh honey, you have never done anything to make me distrust you. I'll trust you and Shelly on this. I really want to try it. What did She call it? Butt fucking. I want to be butt fucked."

While Madge went to the bedroom for lube, Shelly and I started turning Jeannie on. We kissed, stroked, caressed her. Slowly we rolled her to her stomach, massaging her butt, running hands down her legs and then back up. Shelly kept smoothing Jeannie's butt spreading her cheeks, pressing her rose.

Madge returned with the lube, squirted some on Shelly's hand, then some on her own. They centered on Jeannie's butt hole; rubbing more and more forcefully, pressing in with their thuumbs, finally stroking deep into the opening rose of Jeannie's ass. Soon she was groaning and pushing back against Shelly's thumb.

Madge began rubbing my cock with her lubed hand, bringing me to full hardness. She led me the last few inches to Jeannie's ass; placing the head against the partially open target. I began pushing. Just getting pressure against it while Shelly talked to her, keeping her relaxed as I eased in. At first it was difficult, then suddenly my head slid in her ass easily. I held myself there, looking over at Madge. Her eyes were huge! "God...I didn't think that was possible. Jeannie," she whispered, "what's it feel like?"

"like he got a log up my ass..." she whispered back. "Don't move Josh..."

"You call the pace. I have to say...that is one tight ass."

"Ok, push in a little...oh, god...more, a little more...wait...ooohhh... more..."

While I was following her lead, Shelly was reaching under, strumming Jeannie's clit, then pushing fingers into her pussy. She was still talking quietly; focusing Jeannie on her ass, having her explore the sensations. Finally I was bottomed. Holding my hips against her butt, i ground against her, making her feel me in her butt. She groaned; "Oh God Shelly, that's amazing, I feel every bit of it...it feels good now. Josh, start moving, fuck me now, fuck me... fuck me...OH GOD I'M COMING...COMING...ooo...so good...so..."

And she slipped down, taking me with her. I had so concentrated on her and her feelings that I didn't come, but as I withdrew from her ass I felt how hard I was, aching to come. Shelly quickly cleaned my cock, then laid back, drawing me into her pussy. By now I was desperate to come, stroking forcefully into her quim, driving in with all the power I had. Shelly reached down; clasping my butt cheeks, pulling me hard to her, finally jamming a finger up my ass. With a roar I came. It felt like I'd never stop. but eventually I did, collapsing onto Shelly. I didn't have the strength to hold myself off her, but she took a little roll and I slid to the side.

I looked over at Jeannie; she was coated in sweat, eyes glazed, still on her stomach. I crawled the foot or two to her; "How was that honey?"

"Jeez...did my butt close back up? I feel like there's gale blowing back there. Josh, honey, that was awsome, you can have my ass anytime you want it. But can we wait a little while? I don't know that I can move right now."




Down by the Lake Ch. 11



"Honey, the only other gal that took it so well on her first go was Shelly and she wore me out too. I love you."

"I love you too, but I think I'll sleep now."

"Yeah, I think I'll join you for a bit."

Madge and Shelly brought us pillows, and covered us. 

I woke a little later but Jeannie still slept. God, she looked beautiful laying there; hair all tangled, makeup a bit messy, sweat drying on her. But she had this smile. Just the sweetest smile. I do believe there is nothing more beautiful than a satisfied woman.

Feeling thirsty, I headed for the kitchen, then realized the other two weren't in sight. Thirst quenched, I went looking. Which didn't take long. The happy noises coming from our bedroom led me to them. They were laying face-to-face, kissing and caressing; running hands over each other while softly exchanging kisses. I must have made a noise, they looked over at me, smiled, then turned back to each other. I left them to their fun; returned to the den where Jeannie was stirring. "Hi beautiful. Would you like to come to bed with me?"

"I feel messy, how can you say I'm beautiful?"

"Trust me, you are. Come sleep with me."

***

Saturday we slept in. With two busy kids, that's a luxury, and we did enjoy it.

I woke to Jeannie looking at me from about three inches. All I could see were eyes, nose and mouth. So I kissed each. "Good morning beautiful. Have you been awake long?"

"No, just a minute or two. Did you really take my cherry?"

"You don't remember?"

"Oh, I remember alright. And my butt's reminding me now. But you can do it again."

"What would you like to do now?"

"Breakfast. I'm starving. Where's Madge and Shelly?"

"They were busy in the other bed when we came to bed. You were out when you hit the pillow."

***

We had beakfast well on the way when the other two straggled in. Everyone was dressed while the house heated up, although not by much; I just had shorts, all the women were wearing large t-shirts.

Breakfast was a relaxed affair; bacon, eggs, pancakes and coffee, lots of coffee. As they woke up, the three women joked about last night; with Jeannie getting her butt patted alot with comments about how well she took things. Of course I came in for my share; I hadn't kept up with them, leaving Madge hanging. "it seemed to me the only place Madge was hanging was off Shelly's pussy!"

"Hanging? They were so wrapped around each other, you couldn't tell where one was eating and the other was being eaten!"

They all laughed and carried on. Happy women are fun to have around. 

***

Once the house warmed up we all shed the few clothes we had on. Not only was it great having naked women all around me, it just felt good not being covered. We took advantage of all the nudity; I'd pass behind Madge and caress her butt, or sidle next to Shelly passing a hand over a full tit. They were just as busy; someone was always tickling my balls or patting my ass, and they were all over each other. My cock was at half mast or better at least four hours out of six. No one was in a hurry, we knew come evening...everyone was coming.

In the early afternoon the women disappeared into the master bedroom and from the sounds they had the bathroom tied up also. I took care of dinner; salmon, small potatoes, salad and wine. 

When they came out their total wardrobes were loin clothes, small ones. All nipples had been rouged, and of course full makeup and brushed hair.

We sat on the floor around the coffee table in the den. Everyone was encourage to share with each other; offering bites of fish or vegetables to table mates. Acceptance was a big production; lots of lip smacking, tonguing, slooow inhaling. We were all laughing at each others sexy acts. Soon I felt hands playing in my lap; I returned the favor as good as I got. When we reached a point where the groping was getting more interest than the food (and that really didn't take very long), we cleared everything to the kitchen. Empty hands were busy hands as we'd be back to groping someone anyone, again.

Back in the den, soft music in the speakers, we started in again. I knew I'd end my evening with Madge, so I began with Shelly. We 'danced' to the music; holding each other tenderly, smoothing skin with light hands, exchanging kisses. I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest, she could feel my cock rising against her belly. "Too bad we can't use that right now."

"I know...I'd love having you wrapped around it. But I'll have you tomorrow, be sure of it."

We played some more, getting more excited as we did. Her butt felt great in my hands, and she'd shiver when fingers traced down her cleft, tickling her rose bud. "I'm going to play with Madge, while you warm Jeannie up for me."

Jeannie came to my arms, all warmed up from her time with Madge. Those two could turn on a log, so you can just imagine what they could do to each other. "Mmm. I'm having such a good time..."

"You look like it too. Being turned on becomes you." I did my part by dipping lips to a nipple. They were already sharp cones, so I'm sure Madge was on them first. Jeannie just kept moaning and guiding my lips from tit to tit, her hands caressing my head as she moved it about. I traded ands for lips, coming back up to share kisses with her, then moved my right hand around to her ass. Those beautifully taut globes were warm and responsive to touch. now that she was aware of her butt, every touch was a turn on.

Soon she moved over to Shelly; their hands were all over each other. This may have been only day two for shelly witha woman, but she was a quick learner because she was hitting all of Jeannie's hot spots.

Meanwhile, Madge had moved into my arms, and she was almost panting Shelly had done so well getting her turned on. While we watched them, my hands were roaming Madges body; caressing breasts and nipples, stroking into her pussy, rubbing up against her clit. This went on for several minutes, then;"I've watched enough, fuck me Josh, fuck me."

We dropped to the floor next to the other two, Madge watching them while I took tongue swipes of her pussy. Soon she reached toward Shelly's tit; rubbing hard, exciting her even more. Madge rolled up to her knees, dropped to suck on a tit, pushed a hand down to an exposed clit, began rubbing while Jeannie kept tonguing.

I Moved behind Madge, swirled my tongue between her butt cheeks, searching for her rose. When it was nice and wet, my finger began pressing and swirling. She kept twitching her butt side to side looking for more stimulation. My tongue was flicking all over, diving in, pressing.

Jeannie brought out the lube, swirling a large amount against Madge's rose. I was rubbing fingers all over; from her clit to her butt hole and above, then back down and around again. 

Shelly was massaging her tits and whispering reassuring words; hen looked up at me and nodded. I moved in behind her; rubbing my cock against her ass, then taking little swipes into her pussy, and back to her back door. By now it was actually trying to open in anticipation of my cock. Seeing that, I slowly pressed my head into the opening. With almost no resistance my head popped past her sphincter. "Oh! I felt that."

I waited while she adjusted. Ready, she pushed back, drawing me in. She'd rock back and forth until my hips were against her butt cheeks, waited a few seconds, then began rocking again. I let her set the pace while I held her hips or caressed them. Soon she was grunting with every push back, inhaling sharply when my cock pulled back.

Jeannie and Shelly were constantly rubbing her, whispering words to her. Sweat was running from every pore of my body, I was gritting my teeth, holding on, waiting. Suddenly she began yelling, moaning, swearing. She was utterly incoherent; just making noise as a climax was pulled from her. And then she gave the deepest gutteral growl I have ever heard. Her butt squeezed my cock so hard It hurt, but by now I was so close myself all I could do was pound into her ass. Then I felt myself coming; from somewhere around my toes every bit of energy I have ever possessed was rushing to my cock, then spurting deep into her bowels. Madge growled again, then just dropped to the floor. my cock popped out, still shooting the last of my cum onto her cheeks.

Totally wiped out, I sat back on my ankles, trying to get air into my raggedly panting lungs. Looking down at Madge; she was curled into a ball, moaning while the others smoothed her.

After a few minutes Madge looked back at me; "Once in a while. Not often though. It's just too intense for me."

All I could do was nod.

***

Sunday we rested.

*****



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Down by the Lake Ch. 12



The last several years have seen us meld into one big happy family.

In November of our first year we signed papers making us a limited liability corporation. Madge, Jeannie, and I are the partners, with survivors inheriting the corporation. Obviously, I expect they will survive me. Shelly is considered part of the family, but since she owns her own property, didn't have to be part of the LLC.

Also in November we sat for Christmas card photos. At first someone proposed just a picture of the two dogs. I said if I wanted cute, it'd be the two boys instead. I insisted we were family. And it would be family in the photo, so the six of us sat for the shoot, with the dog's in the picture as well. Oh, yeah, we made sure Shelly was in the picture.

The photographer hard a hard time grasping the relationships at first. But after a while, she was asking questions about how we made it work, and then mentioned her husband and a girlfriend. Maybe we're infecting the area ((I hope).

We sent cards out to friends and relatives; some of the responses were negative, some more like 'Now what?' others quite positive. Rob and Sue responded with card of their own that included Mark. Sue asked what brand of vitamins I was taking.

Jessie also responded with a threesome card; herself, husband Don, and Michelle, a beautiful woman of apparently mixed background; she reminded me of French-Thai women I had met in Bangkok.

Mrs. Hoffman has become friends with Jeannie and Madge, but she stays away from me; I don't really mind, I have enough women in my life now.

Madge is doing quite well in real estate now. Her sales numbers are consistent, and she's enjoying herself. Last year she bought a new van, the other had passed 100,000 miles, and with all the running she was doing it made sense. The new one was bought by Madge, with money Madge had earned. The pride of ownership was evident.

Jeannie now manages her own shop in partnership with Shelly. In that first year she helped Mrs. Patrick set up a second lingerie shop at the South Center Mall in time for the Christmas season and Jeannie took over the original shop. But after two more years she wanted to have her own business. We had long family discussions (any discussion with four strong minded adults will be long) about the what and where, and Shelly asked if she could be part of the store.

They found a great location in Puyallup and sell lingerie and antique clothing. I thought it was an odd combination, but what do I know, I'm more interested in the 'getting it off' stage. They've been in operation just over a year now and are nearing break-even in monthly receipts. If things keep up they'll be in the black before fall.

One year after we met we had a Commitment Ceremony down by the lake. Not only was that where Madge and I had met, it was also where we felt we had a sacred place. We chose June because the weather was pleasant and my kids could join us. The we included me, Madge, Jeannie, and Shellie. The women were in frilly summer dresses that complimented their beauty. I was in a charcoal gray suit that complimented my beard.

One of the best parts of the gathering was I got to meet Michelle. A lawyer like Jessie, they worked in the same office. She has a warm personality and obviously loves Jessie and Don. They are also formed an LLC and are currently looking for a larger house together. I was right about her background; her mother is Thai with French ancestors, her father an American serviceman. Not only was she an accomplished lawyer, but a musician as well; her instrument of choice, the banjo. Yeah, picture that. She played for us while they were here. She's good. Very good.

The boys. Let me tell you about the boys. Clark is nine-almost ten. He reads and does math way above his class level. The teachers have learned to use his help in class; he has a way of helping the other kids grasp subjects without them feeling small. We could accelerate him, but I think he would miss a lot of being a kid his age. Maybe in high school he'll go for the advance placement classes. We'll see.

JD is in middle school now, which means the longer bus rides to and from Buckley. He too is well ahead of classmates in several subjects and our problem with him is keeping him challenged. He plays football and baseball well but we don't encourage dreams of a pro career. We want him thinking academics in college first, sports second.

I'm doing fine for a guy knocking on the door of seventy. I have three loving women to keep me well fed and exercised. The boys keep me busy when they're around and the dogs always want to wander the property. Aside from a few aches, and I had them five years ago too, I'm great.

Nelson gets run regularly. Mr. Carswell passed in the January after I bought the car. In his will he included some things for me; all the logs for the car dating back to his original delivery. The last entry in the newest log read; "Sept. 19, dr. to Del Mar-Mr. Murphy driving. 20 Mi. RT. Sold to Mr. Murphy." Included in the packet were the original build sheet and the bill of sale.

The dogs are best of friends, and truthfully, in the years after Naomi died and before I met the girls, Bogart was often my best friend and sounding board. He's showing more grey on his muzzle now, and he's slowed down a step or two, but if I whistle him up, he's ready for a walk or a truck ride any time.

Yes, we are happy. Who knew what a change I would make in my life, and the rippling effect it would have on many others, when I decided one June day to walk down by the lake.

*******



Down By the Lake Pt. 01



 My first story, lemme know how shit or fantastic or absolutely in between it is!

*****

We were out in the woods, running free as if we were teenagers again. Well we weren't much older than teenagers but just the same, it felt good to be free of all restrictions if just for a while. We had the entire weekend out here to ourselves. We could do whatever we wanted out by the lake.

I looked over to Brooke, who was sitting down by the water's edge. Next to her was our car with camping gear piled outside of it atop a jumbled mess of a tent. Brooke was my High School crush, always just out of reach for me. It took more courage than I think I'd ever had in my life to stand up and ask her out on that last day of school. And it turned out just fine. Here were the two of us, a married couple with a nice house and good jobs, ready to start a family.

She was gorgeous, of course. She was wearing these short cargo shorts that teased mercilessly and a thin white t-shirt that covered, well, nothing really. I could see her back very well from this angle. There was no bra, no straps to obscure. She knows it tortures me when she played hard-to-get. She really does enjoy it.

I walked over to the shore, over by my wife and sat down next to her. She was staring out at the other edge of the lake where a family was packing up to set out. We would be alone for the next few days with this lake as ours. I looked over at Brooke again, up and down and focused in on her breasts. It was always her breasts that put me over the edge.

They were perfect orbs, made of soft flesh that could be kneaded like dough. Her thimble-sized nipples sat atop them like crowns, semi-erect. They were heavy on her thin frame, but she showed no sign of stress. She'd always had large breasts, but in the past few months they had gained considerable size. Her breasts held our greatest secret that we were struggling to keep from everyone in public. Out here, we had freedom, hence the lack of bra and a partially see-through shirt.

The secret behind Brooke's rapid growth and the fact we kept hidden from everyone was milk. Brooke had been lactating for practically as long as she could remember. Yet it was always just a small tiny bit that only manifested itself when she squeezed her breasts as hard as she could. Then she'd get just a few drops. Ever since we'd been in a relationship together, though, we'd been fostering her lactation. Both of us were obsessed with the idea of an adult nursing relationship. We simply wanted more milk out of her breasts and they were more than willing to provide.

Why we find it hot, I can't exactly say. We both had a sneaking suspicion that deep down, most people wanted this. Maybe this was just our way of feeling like less of outsiders. Still, she had milk. She went from producing a drop a day to a month later making 30 ounces of creamy milk. She pumped five times a day and I helped out whenever I could. Just recently she'd passed 50 ounces of regular production. This was with us working around the clock, so we felt we'd hit a roadblock on production. Still, 50 ounces leaves a ton for us and a ton to sell for money. The market for this stuff was willing to pay well.

--

We went to work setting up camp. I moved Brooke's milk kit over next to a tree. It was a portable little crate that we brought around with an ice chest to store milk in and a number of pumps, ointments, creams and medicines to promote milk production. We even had a "milk keg" that we could fill up for milk on tap. More of a novelty really, since I had breast milk on tap in my wife's breasts, and we really did not have a large crowd to feed. I put the stuff up and set up our little solar panels for the camp and the milk kit. Going completely without electricity was simply not an option with breasts like hers.

We set up our two-person tent in a small clearing about twenty feet from our car. Brooke bent over to put a stake in the ground and I saw her beautiful ass curving over. I wasn't much of an ass man but I sure could appreciate one when it was staring me right in the face. I ran up and gave her a good-hearted smack and she laughed and reached over and tugged on my dick through my shorts. I'd had a hard-on for about half an hour now, trying as hard as I could to hold on so we could finish setting up camp.

Finally, we'd had the tent set up and the gear stashed away. As the sun set, the family who had spent the day across the lake departed. The sky had turned a beautiful shade of red with streaks of burgundy and clouds swirling around, reflecting light off of themselves in a stunning manner. We lay side by side watching as the stars slowly appeared in the night sky. We turned towards each other for a kiss and a warm embrace.

I wrapped my arms around her back and to me she did the same. Her chest was pressed up against mine, partially flattening it. Our legs interlaced and my knee rubbed up against her crotch. She let out a moan and squeezed me tighter. We looked into each other's eyes again and decided that tonight was the night, we were going to have a child.

I pulled my pants off and she did the same. I gazed at her shirt, slowly being soaked by a thin drip of milk that had appeared. This was probably because of the squeeze we just had but they also had a habit of going off whenever she was turned on. My dick was the hardest it ever had been. She sat back against the tree stump with a lock and a pose that said to take her now.

I ripped her shirt open and started sucking the milk out of her left breast. Her left arm came around to caress my head as I suckled. Her right hand squeezed her other breast, causing a small fountain of milk to spurt out. It cascaded down her chest and pooled on her thigh before dripping off onto the ground. Thin, creamy milk was gushing out of her breast, filling my mouth almost faster than I could swallow. This was was a deeper love than any couple could ever hope for. Milk was utter perfection.

With my free hand I pushed my penis inside of her. Her left hand pushed my face so far into her breast that I could not see or breathe. I continued to pump my hips and eventually she relaxed, but her right hand flew to her crotch to massage her clitoris while my left hand took over to relieve her right breast. There was now a large pool of milk all over the dirt next to her, likely several ounces now. Her milk was flowing faster than ever, likely due to her recent hormone treatments and the sex she was receiving.

Brooke massaged her clitoris faster as I pumped faster, and we were both working at incredible speeds. My balls slammed against her legs every time I thrust, which made her giggle a few times. I sucked up a mouthful of milk and leaned over to her mouth. She opened up for a kiss and our lips locked. Her milk and our saliva mixed and our tongues interlocked. She swallowed as much of the milk as she could take at a time and gave me a look that said "more".

I went back to her breast, and using my right hand, kneaded her flesh in an attempt to squeeze some more milk out of her nearly empty breast. I managed to coax some out and sucked it up and repeated the process with Brooke. She gratefully accepted the warm milk and gave me a hug with her left hand. I went back to empty that breast entirely and continue fucking her.

I'd been ramming her for several minutes now and finally we both felt we were approaching the brink. Her body had been quivering for some time now, and finally with a jolt, she achieved orgasm. Her left breast spurted out more milk than ever, and of its own accord. It was followed by several "aftershocks" as her breast letdown. Her right breast, still in my mouth, had a delay and finally emptied itself almost entirely into my mouth. I struggled to keep up and finally I swallowed it. She'd sprayed all over me with milk and her juices and it was all just too much. I locked eyes with her and squeezed both breasts with both hands as I gave one last mighty heave and exploded into her. Soon we would be with child.

--

I grabbed a towel from our gear and we set to work cleaning up what we could not lick off of each other. As a consequence of these sessions where only one breast was finished off, her chest could end up looking a bit lopsided. I laughed at the sight of her. Her right breast, barely drained, was dropping some milk out of it. It had retained its shape. Her other breast was a different story. It was almost completely empty of milk (she was never completely empty, always making more and more milk, it was a constant battle). It sat flat and deflated. It was an empty, wrinkly, deflated fleshy sack of skin. And it was the hottest thing ever.

I grabbed one of her electric pumps for her and she got to work emptying the other breast. I watched, as fascinated as I was the first time I had seen her do this. It never got old to see her slowly deflate her melons. She had grown to more than twice her size prior to our relationship and when engorged with milk, could almost approach three times. We were having a hard time hiding this fact from people. This, coupled with her having to run out of the office to the bathroom to pump at random intervals left some suspicious.

Still, we carried on, knowing nothing would stop us from this romance of ours. Finally, her right breast was "emptied" of the offending fluid. I'd been so hypnotized by her milking that I didn't even notice until now that her other breast was already partially refilled. How long had we been sitting here, playing with milk? It was dark now! We decided to go to the tent and continue to pump both her breasts empty so she could get a few hours of sleep before engorgement woke her up. At home I was working on a system to pump her in her sleep, but I couldn't use it out here.

We sat in the tent and joked about her floppy breasts while we struggled to squeeze them dry. I prepared a "dinner" for us, in the form of two glasses of her milk (freshly squeezed) and some trail mix and an apple each. Not the greatest as neither of us had the energy to go barbecue up some burgers, but it was good enough for us. She took a break from pumping and we both toasted our glasses and drank them down.

After dinner and Brooke had determined that her breasts were emptied to a satisfactory level, we got into our sleeping bags and rolled up close to each other. We wore only our underwear, I wore boxers, she wore a thong and a tank top. A tiny milk stain appeared over each nipple. No rest for the weary, I suppose. Brooke of course did not mind. We settled into bed and kissed each other goodnight.

--

I woke up in the morning with a warm feeling on my face. Then it was a wet feeling. Then it was in my eyes as I opened them. I heard laughing. Opening my eyes revealed a breast in my face, dripping milk down its exterior. It was a full breast too, showing early signs of engorgement. Brooke loved to wake me up like this, it got me every time.

"Ready for breakfast?" she asked as she hefted up both of her breasts.

"You know me too well!" I replied as I pulled my boxers down only to have my penis, rock hard, fly out of them.

I sat on a small camping chair we had and Brooke leaned over. My penis stood like a tower, and her two breasts were dripping milk as they moved closer. She sprayed down the exterior of my dick and placed her tits around the shaft. I was in heaven and the day had barely begun.

Her tits oozed milk as she went up and down my shaft. I leaned back in my seat, struggling to take it all in. She smiled at me and started going faster, up and down and up and down. Milk was splashing all over my chest and running down to my legs and off onto the chair. Our sex was very messy but so rewarding.

She craned her neck over my penis, ready to catch up every last drop of semen that spurted out. I could barely hold on any longer. My hips jerked and my mind went blank for what seemed like ages. I came back to reality to find Brooke lapping up the milk and semen that was left.

We weren't done yet, though. I tackled her to the ground and decided it was milking time for us. Brooke giggled and hoisted a tit up to her mouth and started slurping up the nectar. I kneaded the flesh on both her tits and squeezed them so they would release their juice. We were going to have a very, very pleasant vacation. I leaned in and placed my lips around her nipple, and took a drink of heaven.