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One to Die For

By: magmaman



I was swinging a double bitted axe, trying to knock the wedge I had just cut with my chainsaw out of a tree I was falling.

The trees had grown up tall enough that they were blocking off sunlight in the afternoons to my garden spot. Since they were Alder, several of them had taken a nasty lean. I knew that Alder that has the sap up in the spring likes to split when it starts to fall, and that can be dangerous. It's best to be quick and get the hell out of the way.

So I cut a wedge out of the downhill side, then a cut on the back side would get them started. That gave me time to get a good 20 feet or so away, gravity would take over and down they would come. I had a dozen of them down, no problems.

Then the largest one was all that was left, I would have sunlight for my garden and enough firewood to last the whole winter.

I made the cut but went just a bit too far, plus I was off slightly on the angle. The ground was steep, it was tough to stand and lean out with the saw at the same time. Plus the damn tree was big, it just took a tilt and bit down on the saw, trapping it.

Then it just hung there. I waited, sometimes they will break and go, no such luck though. After a solid 10 minutes I knew what I had to do.

So I grabbed the axe, trying to knock the wedge out. That would free my saw, and I figured a slight back cut on the other side and the tree would come down on it's own.

I was swinging with all of my might, then I felt a stab of pain in my chest. Suddenly I felt tired, way too tired. I laid the axe down, walked a few feet uphill and sat down to rest, try and catch my breath. I wiped my forehead, realized I was soaked in sweat.

Then there was a crack, I looked up as the tree gave up and fell with a groan. The saw came loose and flipped through the air, tumbling down the hillside, still running.

The next thing I saw was lights. They were bright, too bright, I had to squint to see. It took me a minute to realize I was on a cart, the lights were overheads and they seemed to be moving.

Then it hit me I was being rolled down a long hallway. Something covered my nose and mouth, I reached up and felt it. It was an oxygen mask.

The table rolled into a room and stopped. There was huge equipment of some kind overhead.

A face appeared, a man looked down at me.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I don't know, tired I guess."

"You have a blockage in the center artery in your heart, we are installing a stent in a few minutes."

"Oh. Well, is it serious?" I asked.

"Yes, I am afraid it is."

Several people came in, there was lots of activity. Someone gave me some pills and water. I lay back and relaxed, waiting for them to start.

I actually started to feel pretty good.

After what seemed to just be a couple of minutes, they rolled me out and back down the hallway into a side room.

"When will they start?" I asked the nurse.

"They are all done, honey. You came out just fine. Try to sleep and not move around for a few hours."

I lay there thinking, I was worried about my saw and all the trees I had down that needed to be cut up. Then I fell asleep.

I woke up and my son and his wife were sitting there.

"How are you doing, Dad?" He asked me.

"I feel fine, I guess. What happened?"

"You had a blockage, they took care of it. You need to take it easy."

"I feel just fine." I protested.

"Dad, you are 65 years old, you can't be out in the woods chopping stuff by yourself!"

"I need to get out of here, my saw is laying out there and I have to cut up those trees."

"That is all taken care of. The guy from the power company found you, he was reading the meter and spotted you, called 911."

"Oh. What about my saw?" It was the only thing I could think of.

"It's all handled, we hired a crew to cut up the trees and clear out the yard. They used that splitter you built to split and stack it, too. All handled. You shouldn't have been trying that all by yourself." He scolded me some more.

Then the same nurse came in, she was about 40 or so and all business.

"We need you to leave now, we have to take care of some things." She told the kids.

They left after some hugs and worried looks at me, then she checked my pulse and blood pressure.

"Hmmm...Pretty good, 120/78, 60 pulse."

"Oh? Then I'm not sick? Does that mean I get my money back?" I wisecracked. 

She just smiled at me, she had probably heard that one a hundred times.

"Do you need to urinate?" She asked.

"Yes, I think so."

"OK. Here, let me help you."

She got a container, pulled the blanket and gown aside, reached in and steered my penis towards the jar. Nothing happened, I tried but laying on my back I just could not get the flow to start.

It didn't help at all that she was holding it, either.

"All right. Well, I will get a catheter." She left and was back in minutes. She poked a few times, I was so limp she was having troubles.

"Darn. Here, let's stiffen it up a bit, it will be easier." She reached out with a gloved hand and stroked me a few times, I started almost instantly to erect.

I felt my face flush at that, but she was so matter of fact about it I managed to keep from firing off a wisecrack.

"There! That's better." She slid the thing inside me, it was uncomfortable as hell, but flow started. It felt like I was pissing on myself.

Then she covered me up and left. I lay there thinking. I really didn't like the idea of being in a hospital at all. I had work to do and I felt just fine.

The Doctor came in and chatted with me, checked on a few things.

"Everything went well but we want to keep you here for a few days."

"I feel just fine, Doc. In fact, I feel great."

I did, too. There had been that nagging sensation for months now that something wasn't right, but I ignored it. After all, I had work to do. Besides, at barely 65 I felt healthy for the most part, I had figured I was just getting older.

"I can just imagine, the artery was completely blocked. I had a heck of a time getting through it, it has been mostly blocked off for years."

"Years?"

"Yes, probably. Completely calcified. But we got it, put in two stents."

I didn't really like the sound of that much, things inside me holding my veins open. Not much I could do about it, though.

So I decided to settle in and relax.

That nurse kept coming in every few minutes, checking on me. She did pull the gown aside and remove the dang hose out of me, that was a relief. I managed to keep a straight face as she held my penis and pulled it out.

Then she tucked me away like I was a baby or something, flashed me a sweet smile and left.

What the heck, she was kind of cute for an older gal. Now what was I thinking? She couldn't be more than 40 or so.

She brought in a plate with dinner a few hours later. I don't know what it was but it tasted so good I asked if there was any chance I could get some more. My own cooking skills were best described as lacking.

"I will go check and see if someone died." She retorted with a smile. She was back in a few minutes with another plate, she sat down in a nearby chair and watched me attack it with relish.

The fact is, I could have used a third helping.

"You actually like hospital food I see? Most people gripe about it."

"It's good, my compliments to the chef!" I mumbled between mouthfuls.

She cleared the tray away, checked my vitals.

"By the way, my name is Nora. I get off shift in a half hour, Maria will tend to you this evening."

"OK. When do you come back?" I actually was getting to like her.

"I am 12 on and 12 off, I will be back at 8 AM."

Maria turned out to be a heavyset little hispanic lady, her hair was streaked with gray. No nonsense about her, either.

She checked me like Nora did, then asked me if I needed to use the bathroom. 

"Sure." I leaned back and waited, expecting her to steer me into the container.

"It's right there, you can get up now." She gave me a frown.

"Oh, ok." I blushed a little, got up and used the washroom. That wasn't easy since I was attached with wires and hose to this little portable roller stand.

The first evening was a series of finding myself being woken up with her checking on me, once there was a young woman that looked to be perhaps 18 or so with her.

"Training." Maria said, answering my question before I could ask it.

The young woman pulled the gown aside and checked the incision in my crotch where they had shoved the stents inside me. I had felt the spot myself, there was a large lump there.

"What is that big lump?" I asked her.

She gave me a strange look, then realized what I meant. 

Damn, now I was blushing again. My privates were hanging there in space and...

Oh well.

"That is a clamp, the lump will go away as your body absorbs it."

"Oh." I pointedly kept my eyes averted, I was doing my best to stay limp, normal as her hands covered with latex gloves poked and prodded at me.

Then they went away and left me alone.

I woke up to find Nora standing there, she was checking my heartbeat. I glanced down and my gown was open, she just left it that way.

"Morning!" She smiled. 

"I am just checking your vitals." She scribbled some notes on a clipboard, then set it down and reached for my crotch.

I still wasn't used to that.

She lifted my testicles and pushed them aside, leaned down to look at the incision. I got a great view of a magnificent pair of breasts down her smock.

"Looking good!" She glanced up and caught me sneaking a peek at the tops of her breasts. She just smiled at that and stood up.

I had started to erect again at her poking at me, plus the view, no way to stop that.

"You seem to be working just fine considering." She grinned at me.

"I'm sorry, it's been a long time. Since my wife Marty passed, I have been alone."

"Oh. I am sorry." 

I was too, to be honest. My Marty was a good woman, we worked side by side on the farm every day for 30 years. Then one day she told me about a lump she had found in her breast. They tested it and it was malignant.

She was gone in just six short months, she was only 55. We had been sexually active right up until the last couple of months. None of this crazy wild stuff, just once a week or so, I suppose the best description would be normal.

Now four years later I still missed her. So I used work as my outlet.

One would think that hard work would keep me out of the hospital, but here I was. The one thing hard work did do to me was keep me in shape and feeling strong, though. My 180 pound frame was solid muscle, I could clench my stomach muscles and create one of those "six packs" just as nice as any kid on the beach.

I lay there with my thoughts. There had been a few of the local women that came around not long after Marty died. They always had an excuse, cookies, "checking" on me, one thing after another. It seemed for a couple of years that everybody I knew had a "friend" they wanted me to meet.

I wasn't interested, besides, white hair and chubby didn't do it for me. I liked my Marty, she was 5'2" and 110 pounds, her hair was every color of red and brown and gold there is. Her body was slender, lean, her bust exactly the right size for her frame.

Our life together was good, when our son Todd came along he filled the rest of our lives. He had the big farm to run around on, and he grew up in a way few get to do.

I guess the best description would be our son was half wild. Marty home schooled him, she was a teacher at one time and our boy got a good education.

Now he was gone too, off to his own life. He married a gal that was on the heavy side and bossy, but somehow he coped with it all. In short order they produced a couple of granddaughters, both pure mayhem. In the summer months they would send the girls out to stay on our farm for a week or so. They explored the trails and did all the things my son had done, life was fine.

But after Marty passed, that became less and less as they moved on into their own lives. I spent more days alone, just working.

I wiped a tear from all the memories. Now I was laying here. I felt myself becoming depressed.

Just then Nora came in to check on me.

"How are you feeling, honey?" She asked.

"Oh, just a little down."

"Want to chat?"

"I am sure you have other patients to tend to."

"Nope. Just you. You are still ICU, but we will move you to a room this afternoon."

Then she tugged the curtain around the cubicle, opened my gown and again lifted my penis and held the jar. I managed this time to urinate, she lifted it and looked at it.

"Good, nice volume!" Like she had a trophy or something.

Then she carefully tucked me away again, dumped the container and washed up in a nearby sink.

"I will bring you some breakfast, then later we will move you to a private room."

I read all sorts of things into that statement, then shook my head. Of course she was just being professional about all of this, still, it was affecting me.

Later that day she had me get up and push the roller stand down the hall to another room. I was trying to steer the stand and keep my bare behind covered, not an easy task. No one even bothered to look up, though, except for a white haired lady laying in one of the cubicles. I saw her turn her head away as I passed, nothing I could do about my bare fanny hanging out.

Nora got me settled, and I lay there bored watching daytime TV. The Doctor came by and read the chart looked at me and grinned.

"Well, looks like you will live!" He said.

"That's good news."

"No more swinging axes, OK?"

"OK." I lied. Exactly what I planned on doing as soon as I got home. I was still worried about my saw, the last thing I remembered was it flying through the air, still running. Sure as hell the bar was bent, that would piss me off.

It was about 6 O'clock when Nora stepped in, she shut the door behind her.

"Bath time!" She announced.

"OK." I swung my legs over the side of the bed, starting to get up.

"No, just stay there, I will take care of it." She said with that sweet smile.

She used some damp cloths, washed my upper body, lifting my arms to get at my armpits.

"You are sure in good shape." She smiled.

I just nodded, noting the odd catch in her voice. I looked at her closely, she was now washing my stomach and sides, then drying me with another towel. Then she tugged my gown open, washed around my groin. She took ahold of my penis which of course started to expand, then washed the sides of it. She even slid my foreskin back, carefully washing the head. The sensations made my head swim.

"Careful!" I told her, realizing I could easily ejaculate.

"OH. You need to....?" She grinned and grasped me, and in several quick well practiced strokes had me blasting off.

That was another surprise!

"There, that should make you feel better." She said, as she calmly went back to washing me up.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Is everything all right?" I heard another nurse ask through the door.

I realized I was still hooked up to the monitor and the nurse's station was reading my heartbeat.

"It's fine, just a bath."

"OH, ok." The other nurse said, and left.

"You hit 90 beats per minute." Nora said with a giggle.

"I didn't expect....."

"It's OK. We want you comfortable." She smiled that same wicked smile.

I was starting to like this nurse. She stayed with me for quite a long time, we chated about everything under the sun. Conversation was easy, as easy as it had been with my Marty.

I was a bit sad when she got off shift, she patted my shoulder and told me good night and that she would see me in the morning.

Later Maria came on shift, brought me some juice. She asked me if I needed a bath, I told her Nora had already done that earlier.

"I can just bet!" She answered with a sniff.

I was beginning to wonder about this hospital. I slept most of the night, it was well into the next day when I woke up.

Nora was standing there with a tray.

"Morning, sleepyhead." She smiled.

"Morning."

"Hungry?"

"I could eat a Horse."

"Well, no horse meat here but we have eggs and potatoes and some nice plums and toast."

I sat up and dug in, the food was good again. She sat and watched me as I ate and we chatted between mouthfuls.

We talked about everything under the Sun, she told me that she was divorced and had gone to medical school to become a nurse so she could support herself.

"You like the work?" I asked her.

"Yes, most of the time."

"Last night? That was unexpected, does that happen very often?" I had to ask.

"Just sometimes, with some cases. It depends on the risk, how ill the client is. It's really perfectly normal." 

"I was thinking though, I just had a heart attack."

"No, you didn't have an attack, you had a blocked vein. That reduced the blood flow but there was no heart damage."

"Still, isn't that a risk?" I asked.

"Well, yes, it could be. But you are otherwise in excellent shape, your charts are fine, you go home tomorrow. I just wanted you comfortable, and you seemed to need....."

I nodded, set the empty plate on the tray. She cleared everything away and left me to my thoughts and the ever present TV.

The rest of the day was uneventful, Maria came on shift and tended to me, all the same as before.

The next morning I woke up, Nora was there a few minutes later.

"Morning, Dan." How are you feeling?"

"Fine actually. I guess I get released today?"

"Yes, in just a few hours. Your family brought in some clothes and will pick you up at noon."

I looked at my dufflebag tucked against the wall.

"Well, I am going to miss being here, I think."

"I think I will miss you, too."

"Hey, how about another....bath?" 

Nora looked at me for a moment, then smiled.

"I can do that."

She closed the door, this time her touch was more sensual, she lifted my erection with both hands. I realized her hands were bare, too, no latex gloves this time. She took her time, stroking me until I reached a full erection, then she increased the pressure. I felt myself build up until there was no holding back. She placed the palm of her right hand over the end of my penis as she continued to stroke me with her left hand.

I felt myself release in a powerful series of waves. Then she washed me up, tucked the gown and blankets back into place and left.

She left the door open, I overheard the nurse outside, part of it anyway.

"Jesus, Nora! I thought you were going to kill the poor guy!" Then there were some giggles.

"He is a hunk for an older guy!"

"You should grab that one." The other voice said.

"I would if I thought I could." Then the voices faded as they went on down the hallway.

I lay there with my thoughts.

Just before noon Nora came in and got out my clothes, set them out for me. She took my final vitals, made some notes.

"You are fine, you will be all right." She actually leaned down and gave me a brief kiss on the forehead. Then I dressed, she made me sit in a wheelchair and started rolling me down the hall.

I took a chance.

"Nora, I was thinking. I wonder if you might like to share a dinner with me later?"

"I am not supposed to date clients."

"I'm not a client, I am being released."

"I guess you are, aren't you?" She stopped, looked at me with a nice smile.

"So what do you think? I like you and I we both are pretty much alone."

"You aren't falling in love with your nurse, are you?" She teased.

"Not yet, I don't think."

"OK then. Here is my number." She jotted down her phone number on a postit note, handed it to me.

"You better call me." She whispered in my ear.

"You can count on it."

Then she rolled me out the door, my son stood there with a grin. Nora leaned down and gave me a peck on the cheek, then went back inside.


One to Die For Ch. 02



Heart attacks are a pain in the ass. Well, not exactly, but still, they get in the way of things and I really didn't have time for one.

No matter, a person doesn't get to choose, so I got a short stay in the hospital. They told me it wasn't really a heart attack though, "just" a blocked main artery.

After installing a couple of those culverts they call stents inside me and then a couple of days poking me to try and figure out why I wasn't dead, they more or less kicked me out along with warnings to never do anything ever again.

The cardiologist looked to be about 16 to me, he told me no drinking, no smoking, no excess exertion, no food that tastes good and to take it easy in the sex department.

That last part made me almost choke, hell, I am 65 and my wife passed years ago. "Easy" with the sex?

I would have a chat with my right hand.

I can't say it was all unpleasant, though. Nora, my favorite nurse saw to that nicely. To say I was startled the way she just wrapped her hand around me and took care of things would be an understatement. I had heard rumors about things like that but I didn't believe any of them.

Well, now I did.

My son and his wife dropped me off at my house after picking me up at my release. They took turns scolding me with no mercy for nearly an hour as we drove.

"No chopping wood, take your pills, rest up, do this, do that!" More of the same from all directions.

Yep, talk about a pain in the ass! I know, they are my kids, and they don't want me to kick the bucket quite yet.

It didn't help at all that Lisa, the youngest grandaughter got into the act from the back seat.

"You should try Yoga, Grandpa. It really helps to relax, I learned that in school. Plus maybe get a massage or something?"

Hell, she is only 10 years old, what kind of a damned school does she go to, anyway?

Marti, the 13 year old just sat there being surly like all 13 year old girls. A relief, actually.

Her purple hair and black stocking cap didn't do much for me either. At least there were no rings in her nose or eyebrows or anywhere else...yet. Not any I knew about anyway.

The truth is I was hearing it all but not hearing it if you know what I mean. I was thinking of Nora, my nurse. I had her phone number tucked securely in my shirt pocket.

My first impression of Nora was a nice looking older woman. Yes, I know that is silly since I am older. She turned out to be 48, I would have guessed around 35-40 or so.

Then as I lay there and she simply took ahold of my dick to help me take a whiz since I was lying on my back under orders not to move? Something about the vein in my groin might open up and I could bleed to death if I moved?

Try that sometime, take a leak with some gal you don't know holding onto your dick.

Swell. It really had been quite a few years since anyone had touched me, not since my wife passed on. Nora then really got my attention when she reached down and stroked me a few times to help her get the damned catheter in.

I wasn't too sure that was necessary but she was the nurse, what could I say?

Then a couple of days later during a bed bath she had spotted my discomfort and relieved it like that was a normal thing. I decided that to her it was.

I think it took her all of 15 seconds. She seemed to know exactly what to do and how to do it.

It sure got my attention though. The second time she did that, just before I was released was way more. That one was for fun and no doubt at all about that.

That is what I was thinking, anyway.

My kind of woman for sure. I lay there with my thoughts and realized just how lonely I was. No wife, the kids grown and off to their lives, all that was left was me and the work. I really don't mind work at all, but coming home afterwards to a good soft woman is tough to top.

I wiped a tear from my eye thinking about that, glad there was no one in my room right then.

Later I mustered up my courage and I asked Nora for a date, that was completely out of character for me, plus I was some 4 decades out of practice.

With Nora, it was easy. I had noticed that, too. With her everything was easy, we had chatted like long time friends for hours. I told her about my nice ranch, how it was tough living alone. I talked about my plans to clear even more fields, the crops I wanted to plant and harvest. She sat and listened, then she told me about living in an apartment in the city, and how she thought I was lucky to be strong and in reasonably good shape with property.

I was actually enjoying it enough that I was mildly saddened when they told me it was time to go. My kids met me at the exit and they loaded me in their van, acting like they thought I would fall down any second.

Hell, there was nothing wrong with my legs. I had created quite a fuss when the intern showed up with the wheelchair, but he refused to budge. Still, it took Nora to come in to get me in the damned thing, by then I would have done anything she asked.

My son's wife Stefanie laid out the pills ordered by the Doctor in a little container, one section for each day of the week. Then she carefully placed the thing right in front of my coffee pot where I couldn't miss them.

"I will call you to remind you." Stef said, patting me on the shoulder as I sat in my big leather chair.

No..don't..call..me....I thought, gritting my teeth.

Hell, I might be 65 but I am not old and I am not infirm, I could take care of myself.

I wanted them to leave, let me be, so I could go check on my chainsaw. The last I had seen of that was it flying through the air, almost brand new and it had cost me $295.00, it was a damn good one.

Finally, mercifully, they loaded up the now running around screaming kids and left after a bunch of hugs and more orders. I sat down again in my big soft chair, planning out all the work I wanted to get done. 

And promptly went to sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night hungry. So I went to the fridge, sliced off some paper thin slices of cheese, found a chunk of Turkey ham and sat back down to eat.

I woke up again to the sound of my Coffee pot going off, 6 AM like always. I went in to get a cup, there sat those damned pills. I went to dump out the little tray and three of the lids popped open. Pills everywhere. Now I didn't know which one or how many of each.

I looked at the calender, it was Saturday. So I opened up the next Wednesday tab, took those and made a note on the calender that Saturday meant Wednesday. That would work, no way in hell was I going to call Stef or my son.

With a steaming cup in my hand, I went out to my garage to check on my chainsaw. I rolled the chain, it was free and even looked to be still straight. I found my saw file and touched up the teeth a bit.

Then I looked at the pile of wood, it was every which way, so I started pulling it out and stacking it neatly. I finally got that done, glanced at my watch. It was now 11 in the morning.

I went back inside and cracked two eggs, fried them and sat down to eat. Still hungry, I found a tin of chili, dumped that in a bowl and hit the buttons on my microwave. It took me a half dozen tries, the stupid thing doesn't have a dial. Instead it's push start, set the time, push another button for how much power, then push again. Push push push push...good grief! Just hell. I finally set it for 10 minutes wide open and looked at my watch, one minute should do it.

I was thinking about calling Nora but now I was thinking that would be silly. No way was a lady like that really interested in an old man like me. Just then my phone rang.

"Good Morning, Honey!" Nora's voice sang out.

"I am just calling to check on you."

"I'm fine, just having some breakfast." I answered, managing to pull the phone base off the desk onto the floor. I retrieved that and sat down in my chair. I was wondering why a nurse from the hospital would be calling me to check on.....?

OH!

Hey, maybe she really was interested? I had almost decided that I was kidding myself about that.

I don't know any other way to explain easy conversation with someone other than to just say it. Talking to Nora was like talking with someone I had known for years. It was as easy as it had been with my Marty. Finally she let me go but not before we had set a date for the following Tuesday evening.

"I get off at 8 PM, remember?"

Then I heard the "DING!"

OHOH.

"Just a minute!" I ran into the kitchen, looked at the beans and the bowl. No point in worrying about them now, I just shut the door. 

Damn microwaves.

I went back to the phone.

"OK, great! I will pick you up there." I told her.

"What were you doing?"

"Cooking some chili."

"In the microwave, right?" Her voice was laughing.

"Yea. How did you know?"

"I heard the ding, and I know about men that live alone."

I busied myself cleaning up my house. Men living by themselves aren't fancy about things like dust and carpets and stuff that somehow becomes piles. I carried out a good two month's worth of newspapers, stacked all of my magazines neatly. I even dusted all of the shelves and did some of the laundry, changed the bed which didn't need it since it hadn't even been a month yet. There was some more laundry in the hamper, I put my foot in there and pushed to add some room, planning to get to that later.

Or maybe just go buy some new clothes instead.

Then I went out to my garage and got my putty knife and cleaned up the microwave as best as I could but it was still a mess. So I unplugged it and took it outside, got out my power buffer and sprayed some liquid soap on the mess.

The buffer actually worked pretty good, I washed it out with my garden hose and left it to dry out.

There. I was all ready, just in case. Now it was Sunday night. I know what I was thinking. I was thinking about maybe....sex?

Finally Tuesday night arrived, my pickup truck was washed and shined as best as I could considering what I did to it on a daily basis. I even had one of those little smelly trees hanging from the rear view mirror, it smelled like Lavender.

Well, sort of.

Nora came out right on time, spotted me and headed my way with a big smile. She was wearing a simple flowery pullover dress, the first time I had ever seen her in anything but a nurse's smock.

She looked pretty good to me, the dress hugged her frame nicely, showing off the fact that she was fairly heavy in the bust and had a firm looking set of legs.

Another nurse was walking with her, they gave each other a hug, the other gal looked at me with a grin and waved. I recognized her as the one that sat outside my room at the nurse's station watching the monitors.

She looked..well...naughty? Her skirt was too short, legs bare and the top was thin, her breasts moved all over the place under there as she walked. It was obvious that there was no bra. 

Not that I was watching her or anything like that.

I got out and held the door for Nora, she managed to get one leg on the running board and pull herself up and into my rig. I had the old Ford lifted a good six inches to clear stumps and things on my place, plus the double oversize tires put her up in the air a bit.

I hadn't even thought about that part, Nora was about 5'2".

"Sorry about the rig." I told her, suddenly embarrassed.

"I don't own a car, no need on my ranch."

"It's OK, I made it." She laughed.

Off we went to the best restaurant in town. They even had a parking attendent, the look on his face when we pulled up was priceless. He stepped over and reached up to open the door, his head level with her waist. I saw Nora tuck the hem of her skirt tightly between her legs and then roll her knees out, then struggle to get down and still protect her modesty.

I decided right then to go buy a car if we kept dating.

Dinner was wonderful, our conversation was still easy. Afterwards we went to have a drink in the bar, she accepted one glass of wine. I drank coffee, wanting a whisky but I was being on my best behavior.

Then I made my mistake. They say that assumption is the first step up the ladder to a screwup, I guess that is true. Since Nora as my nurse had relieved me not once but twice, I assumed sex was a normal next step.

I went into my best out of practice seduction mode, dropped a few hints, then asked her if she would like to go back to my place.

"I really don't know you that well, Dan. It's time for you to take me home now."

She didn't look really angry but her expression was enough to bring me to a stop.

"Oh, ok." I blushed.

"I thought your car was at the hospital?"

"No, my roommate has it."

"Roommate?"

"Yes, I share an apartment with one of the other nurses, we also share the car since we are on the same shift."

"OK. Hey I am sorry about rushing...uhh...things, I just assumed that...."

"It's all right. I understand and I know about you men. Some things really are meant to be helpful. It doesn't mean anything."

Then she flashed that pretty sweet smile which made me feel a little better.

So I just nodded. We got into my truck and I drove her to her apartment. I opened the door and politely looked away as she climbed down and out.

We said our good nights, I got a peck on the cheek and I drove home.

My house smelled funny as I walked in, I realized it was just clean, the smell of chemicals and sprays. Even the smell of my Dog wasn't noticeable, he was laying on the carpet right where he was when I left. I prodded him awake, he struggled up and went outside, then was back in minutes, curling up in the exact same spot.

I poured myself a whisky, picked up a cigar and sat down in my chair. I didn't light the cigar, the Doctor had given me such a lecture about that I didn't want to hear any more of it.

He didn't say anything about the whisky though.

Then I thought the hell with it, lit the cigar. I took just one puff and set it in the tray, one puff wouldn't hurt me.

I was thinking of how I was just a damned old fool as I fell asleep in my chair. I dreamed one of those vivid dreams folks sometimes have, my Marty leaning down to kiss me, then fading away as Nora took her place.

The next day I was up on the back side of my place clearing out more brush. The blackberry vines were the worst, I reached in and clipped them as short as I could, then used my pitchfork to roll some out. I loaded them on my truck and took them to a big burn pile. I spent most of the day doing that, getting back to my house just before dark.

I made myself a sandwich, then spotted those damned pills sitting there. I had no idea of when I had last taken them. I decided I must not need them because it had already been a couple of days and I wasn't dead yet. But there was a little folder beside my chair so I picked that up and read it as I ate my sandwich.

I decided maybe I had better take the damned pills. I swear, the flyer had the words, "clots" and "death" in every other sentence.

I went back into my kitchen, figured out which one was which. I had just managed to get them all sorted out, took a dose when the phone rang again.

"Good evening!" Nora's voice sounded bright and cheerful. I had figured that she might have thought I was just a jerk.

"Hi." I felt a little sheepish, my suggestion of the night before had not gone over well.

"I just wanted you to know I am not mad at you, it's just that I really wasn't ready for....you know."

"I know. I was just being an old fool."

"No, you aren't a fool, and you certainly aren't old. At least you don't look or act old." Her voice took on a teasing tone.

"Does that mean you might...like to go out with me again?"

"Well, that is why I called you. Janet and I would like you to come on over for dinner, how about tomorrow night?"

"Janet?"

"That's my roommate. She is having a friend over and I thought...."

"Sure, I would love to."

"OK, come by at 6 PM, it's our day off."

"OK." We hung up, I looked around at my now reasonably tidy house and went on in to bed.

It feel cool and crisp, I realized it had been days since I slept in it. With my lifestyle, if I felt like sleeping I just did, it didn't matter where.

I was out almost instantly. I woke up around 5 AM like always, pushed the button to rush the Coffee and decided to go online. I had an old computor sitting against the wall, it was normally weeks between bothering to turn it on.

The lights on the wireless modem were lit which meant I actually did have a connection, at least for awhile anyway.

I read the news, that all sounded the same as always, so I clicked on a story website I had found months earlier. I liked it, some of them were pretty good, naughty of course.

I typed in "Nurse" into the search and up came hundreds of them. I started reading, not sure what I was looking for. Then I found one that sounded familiar.

In fact, it sounded very familiar. It was about an older man that had some heart troubles, and the nurse had been overly familar with him once it was obvious he would recover.

Just like what had happened to me. I checked the list from the same writer, there was a few dozen stories, all similar in scope. None of them involved actual intercourse, but they all had the same drift. The story was from the nurse's point of view and she obviously liked taking care of her clients very well.

I must have read 20 of them, then I decided to write my own story. So I created a user ID, and laboriously wrote about my own experience at the hospital. After it was finished, I read and reread it. Then thinking it was not very sexy, I decided to delete it.

Oh, what the hell, I thought, hitting the "submit" button instead. I shut down the system after taking a side trip to look at some photos of women laying around on the beach. That got boring quickly so I quit and went in to watch TV.

Some actress pretending to be a judge was yapping away so much the people trying to have their case heard couldn't get a word in edgewise. Every time they would ask to speak the judge would yell at them and tell them they couldn't.

I turned that off before I heard her decision. Then I headed out to my fields to work on some brush.

I was thinking about how boring my life had become, wondering if meeting Nora might be a change for the better?

I was back at my house by 3 PM, so I showered and shaved, found some clean slacks and a shirt. Now it was 4 PM so I sat down to kill some time. I sure seemed to be way ahead of everything lately.

Finally the clock read 5:30 so I went out and got into my old truck and made the short drive over to Nora's apartment. She answered the door wearing a mildly short skirt and matching top, both a soft baby blue. 

Again, she looked just great to me. She introduced me to Janet, the other nurse I remembered from the hospital. Janet had on a halter top and jeans, her midriff bare. There was a tiny little ring in her navel, too. She was younger than Nora by quite a bit, about 30 or so.

There was a tall slender man sitting on the couch, he got up and shook my hand. Nora introduced him as Stan.

"Hi, Stan, I'm Dan. Boy if we get yelled at we will both be looking around, huh?" I wisecracked.

The guy just got a confused expression on his face. I decided he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box.

Dinner was uneventful, we chatted about everything under the Sun. Nora once again was easy to converse with, Janet was more bubbly and Stan was a bit of a stick in the mud. He didn't say much and he didn't talk much.

Later he went into the kitchen to help Nora with the dishes which I thought was odd. That left me and Janet alone in the living room. She brought me a soda and plopped down beside me on the couch.

"So you like Nora, huh?" She smiled. The way she was sitting with her knees folded under her put her a bit too close to me.

"Uhh...Yea, I really do like Nora."




One to Die For Ch. 02



"I think she likes you too, she says you are quite a hunk." She gave a little giggle at that.

Then she leaned forwards even closer, letting her top gap open. This revealed quite an expanse of breast, which made me even more uncomfortable.

"You do look pretty good for an older guy, you don't even have much grey hair." She commented.

"Well, I...." Was as far as I got. Janet reached out and put her hand right on my crotch, catching me completely by surprise.

"Oh, you are a big boy, aren't you?" She gave me a squeeze, then laughed and took her hand away.

"I...Uhh...." My face turned red, I didn't know what to say.

"Well, if Nora doesn't decide to give that a try, maybe I will!" She hopped up and went into the kitchen.

She came out with Stan a few minutes later, announcing that they were going to go dancing for awhile. She had Stan's hand and was more or less just tugging him along behind.

That left me alone with Nora. She came over and sat down beside me. We began to talk about everything from the upcoming elections to her job at the hospital.

I happened to mention that her roommate Janet was a bit..forward?

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she put her hand on my..." I pointed at my groin, blushing mildly at the thought of her doing that.

Nora just laughed.

"Janet is a bit of a bitch sometimes, she was just messing with you." 

I noticed that she seemed to have moved closer to me, I turned my head to look at her and she was right there. I leaned forward slightly and we kissed. It was just one of those light touch of the lips, but it had been a very long time since I felt a woman's lips touch mine.

She reached out and put her hand at the back of my neck, then leaned in and kissed me again.

"That feels so nice." I managed to blurt out, getting a dreamy smile from her. She scooted over all the way, her body touching me, than she leaned her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her shoulders as she leaned into me. We sat like that for quite a long time.

The combination of her warmth and my full belly was taking it's toll, I struggled to keep my eyes open. Then I felt her fingertips slip inside the buttons on my shirt and I was now wide awake.

The tips of her fingers left streaks of fire across my chest, she lightly brushed the few soft hairs, then let her index finger brush my nipple.

That was all it took to get my body to respond! She noticed, too, the bulge in my jeans got uncomfortable quickly.

Plus now she had her left breast plastered firmly against me, if I needed a hint I was sure getting one. But still, her reaction, her withdrawal when I had made my premature suggestion at dinner a few days earlier was in the back of my mind.

"Do you like me, Dan?" She purred, her fingers still busy inside my shirt.

"Yes, I do. Very much!"

"I like you, too. I think I am...ready now." Her voice had changed, it sounded a bit husky.

I leaned over to her and kissed her again, this time it was way more than a brush of the lips. We basically necked like teenagers for over a half hour.

I had just reached up and placed my hand under her right breast, feeling the material of her bra through the soft blouse when the door opened.

"Hey guys, get a room!" Janet said, coming in with Stan still in tow. Nora sat up and we disengaged.

"You guys are back fast." She said, a hint of displeasure in her voice.

"We only made it to the car." Janet giggled. I noticed her halter top seemed more loosely fastened and her hair was askew. Stan looked about the same, a smudge of lipstick on the corner of his mouth.

"Well, we will leave you alone, come on Stan!" She tugged at his hand, heading for the bedroom door.

"Looks like they were having fun." Nora said.

I just nodded, catching my breath.

"Would you like to come into the other room with me?" Nora asked, a smile on her face.

"I would like nothing better."

We got up and with my arm around her waist, headed into the other bedroom.

Nora sat on the edge of the bed, looked up at me. 

"It's been a very long time."

"It's been a long time for me, too."

"Shower?" She stood up, smiling a wicked smile,

"Uhhh...ok." She reached up and undid the buttons on her blouse, slid it off her shoulders. Then she tripped the catch on her skirt, let it fall to the floor. She had on just the white bra and matching white underpants, she wiggled her toes and the shoes slid off.

"Well?"

I didn't need any more encouragement, I pulled off my shirt and pants. I hesitated for a second then, but Nora reached behind herself and tripped the catch on her bra, letting it slip down and off. Her heavy breasts swung free, the nipples were snugged up tight and a slight vertical oval shape. There was a hint of excess bulge at her waist but that was all. I was looking at a beautiful mature woman, the darkness of her pubic hair showed though the thin white panties. There was a slight evidence of moisture at her crotch.

I quickly skinned my briefs off, stood there naked and fully erect. Nora stepped forward and reached down with both hands, fondling me. I lifted her full breasts with both hands, feeling the silky smooth softness. Then I slid my hands down to her panties, hooked my thumb into the waistband and slid them down. She lifted first one leg, then the other, stepping out of them.

She pressed her body against mine, I could feel the full pubic hair rubbing against the base of my erection. Then she stepped back, looked me up and down.

She took my hand and we stepped into the bathroom off to the side. She turned on the spray, adjusted the temperature. We climbed in, letting the water flow across us as we kissed again.

I found the bar of soap and lathered her up, starting with her hair and working my way down across her breasts. Finally I reached her soft pubic hair, I lathered her up there too, feeling the soft flesh of her inner folds.

Still soapy, she took the bar of soap and scrubbed me the same way. Her fingers came up and over my testicles, she lifted with her fingertips, then soaped up my now rock hard erection. Finally done we took turns washing off first the front and then the back, rinsing completely.

Nora stepped out and picked up a big soft bathtowel, drying the water from every square inch of me. I took the towel and did the same to her. Then I dropped the towel and took her in my arms, feeling again the glorious sensation of her body pressed to mine.

She reached up and clasped her hands behind my neck, lifted herself up on tiptoe. I felt her hips swing forward, her body seeking me. She found the head of my erection, lifted one leg slightly and pressed down. My hands were around her waist, resting on her hips, her hands were around the back of my neck.

We slid together effortlessly, it was like we had years and years of practice. We stood there joined, I could feel the weight of her pressing down against me. I reached down and lifted her and still embedded, carried her to the bed.

I tried to stay inserted as I leaned her back but the angle was impossible and I slipped out. I slid back into position and pressed to enter her again. Nora's head was tipped back and her eyes closed as I let my body begin to move.

I would like to say our first session lasted hours but it was just minutes. Nora's body responded nicely, she orgasmed several times, finally as I could no longer hold back she erupted with me, an involuntary groan escaping her throat as her body shuddered and went rigid.

I felt myself begin to soften and pressed forward, wishing to stay joined longer. Finally I was too soft and slipped out.

"Wow!" Nora muttered.

I lay there gasping slightly from the exertion, feeling my heart pound in my chest. I wondered about that since I had just gone through some upset conditions. 

"Are you feeling OK?" Nora asked me, looking closely at me.

"Yes, fine."

She rolled over on her side, her full bust sliding sideways across her chest. She reached out and stroked my now soft penis, it felt so good I started to mildly erect again.

"Not bad for an old fart, huh?" I told her.

"Not bad at all, everything seems to be working just fine on my old fart!" She giggled.

I had the urge to see her, feel her, so I pressed her back against the pillows. I spread her legs, she didn't resist at all. I touched her and spread her lips, they looked slick and shiny. Her clit was still slightly protruded, so I lightly stroked just above it, feeling her body shudder. Then I inserted my index finger, lightly brushing upwards towards her bellybutton as the used my other thumb to gently lift her clit in upward strokes.

"That feels so good!" She said. Then she shuddered, I felt her inner muscles clamp down on me as she experienced a powerful orasm.

Finally I lay back to rest, in short order sleep overtook me. Light was streaming in the window when I woke up to a noise.

Janet was standing there in the doorway looking at us with a big grin. I realized I was naked on top of the covers and so was Nora, curled up beside me, still asleep. All Janet had on was a man's T-shirt, it was several sizes too big for her.

I reached for the bedsheets and pulled them over us.

"Jesus, Janet!"

"Oh relax. I see men all the time, it's no big deal. Well, yours is a pretty big deal!" She giggled.

"What time is it? Where is Stan?" I asked.

"Stan went home last night. You guys sure made a lot of racket."

"Sorry, we didn't think about that."

"Oh, it's all right. It's about time Nora got laid anyway."

Just then Nora woke up.

"Morning Janet." She yawned and stretched, her bare breasts slipping out from above the covers. She made no move to cover up.

"Have a good time?" Janet asked.

Nora looked at me and grinned.

"Yep. The best ever!" She rolled over and cuddled up against me.

Janet left, not bothering to shut the door. I got up and dressed, Nora right behind me. Janet had pancakes and eggs ready, I was hungry enough to eat anything. I did my best to not stare as Janet carried the food over to the table. That damn T-shirt she had on was short and baggy, half her tits were hanging out the armholes and the top. Then she stood on tiptoe to reach some plates and I realized there was nothing underneath on the bottom, either.

Nora caught me looking, but she just grinned.

"You will get used to Janet."

I cleverly kept my mouth shut as Janet brought over the plates and gave me a wink.

Afterwards, Nora cleared the dishes and I moved over to the sink to help dry and stack them.

"I am going to take a shower." Janet announced, and went into the other room. Nora and I finished up and retreated to the living room.

I half expected Janet to come out wearing nothing but a towel but she had on another halter top and a levi skirt. She sat down at a computor I had noticed tucked up against the wall.

I wasn't paying much attention since Nora was lightly teasing my leg with her fingers, and high enough to get my attention focused.

Then I saw the website Janet had pulled up, it was the same one I had been reading earlier at home. She was typing furiously, I didn't even know anybody could type that fast.

"What are you writing, Janet?" Nora asked her.

"Oh, just one of my stories."

Just then it hit me.

"What kind of stories?" I asked her.

"Janet writes naughty stories for an online website." Nora interupted.

"Really? Can anybody read them?"

"Sure, just look up Nursejane33 on the website and there is a list."

"What are they about?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, just things she sees and does at work." Nora giggled.

"You mean like.....???" My voice trailed off.

"Yeah." Nora's hand was now brushing my groin.

I couldn't take any more of that, I leaned down and kissed her, she kissed me back. Janet glanced over her shoulder at us and grinned as we got up and went into the bedroom.

We made leisurely love this time, I spent a lot of time probing and tasting her as she moaned and writhed in pleasure. Finally I mounted her, using long slow strokes, letting us both build to an earth shattering peak.

Then we lay back exhausted.

It was afternoon before I finally went home, I wouldn't have even then but my Dog needed to be fed. I was actually humming to myself during the short drive.

I could have spent more time because my Dog hadn't moved, he still lay there in exactly the same spot as always. But I fed him and then encouraged him out the door for awhile.

I sat down at my computor and pulled up the story site. It did a quick search and came up with the stories I now knew were Janet's.

The themes were similar, all involved situations where her character managed situations involving masturbation. Many were in a hospital setting but some were random scenarios.

I realized quickly that she must have fantasies about that, and very likely acted on them, too. She also wrote of situations involving exhibitionism. It was nearly 2 AM before I finished the last one.

I realized that the stories were probably partly or mostly true, too.

Then I checked on my own story, the screen said "rejected" and something about "learn to spell." I sighed, and shut the system down, went to bed.

I had another one of those vivid dreams, I was helpless and someone had their hands on me, working me furiously. I woke up to dampness, I had orgasmed in my sleep. It had been a long time since that happened.

I went and washed up, changed the sheets. The phone rang as I was finishing.

"Morning!" Nora's voice was nice to hear.

"Hi. What's up?" I asked.

"I called earlier but you didn't answer." 

"I must have been asleep."

"Well, it's Saturday. Want to do something?"

I thought about the next field I needed cleared, and the Beaver dam that was threatening to back up enough to cover the access road. I had already taken it out twice but the little bastards just put it back up.

Nora sounded like more fun.

"So what would you like to do?"

"Maybe go up to the lake?"

"How about we go to my lake?" I asked her.

"You have a lake?"

"Yes, a Beaver pond actually but it's about 6 acres and nice and private."

"Oh, that sounds nice! Let's do it!"

Nora arrived in less than a half hour, Janet was with her. I was mildly disappointed at that, I was thinking of sweet sex out in nature with Nora but what the hell. I had a basket and some wine prepared, we climbed in my old Ford and made the run up the back side of my place. No way in hell would we ever make it with a car, the road was rough and just a dirt track.

The Beaver pond nestled back into a tree lined little valley, the field out by my main slough was now cleared and the grass was growing nicely. It was about six feet deep, as I expected the critters had repaired the dam they built and it was full.

We found a nice spot and spread some blankets. Janet peeled off her coverup to reveal what had to be the nastiest looking bikini I ever saw. It was of some kind of knit material and consisted of three tiny black patches. It was obvious that she was completely shaved, but then I knew that already from breakfast the other day.

She just stretched out and began to take in some Sun. I was having a hard time keeping from looking. Nora had on a more conservative suit, it was light green and had a more solid looking top and bottom.

We sat and enjoyed the day, it was getting warm and I knew by afternoon it would be very hot out. But there were some big Alder trees nearby we could use for shade from the afternoon Sun.

I pulled off my shirt and sat with Nora on the blanket.

"I think I will go for a swim." Janet said, suddenly getting up. She had her top and bottoms off before I could open my mouth.

"I don't want to get my suit wet." She giggled, heading for the water.

"Boy, she sure isn't bashful." I told Nora.

"No doubt about that." She giggled. "We might as well, too."

Nora stood up and stripped off her suit as I sat there in surprise.

"Come on, there is nobody else up here." She laughed, tugging at the catch in my jeans.

I stood up and stripped off my jeans and briefs, no way to hide the fact that I was half erect. Janet was splashing in the water, but the bottom was muddy so I knew it wouldn't be long before she climbed out.

She was streaked with mud when she did climb out, Nora and I both laughed at her.

"This place isn't exactly a swimming hole." I told her.

She ran over to below the Beaver dam where the slough was deeper and rinsed off. The bank was grassy there so she was well cleaned when she climbed out. She came back over to the blanket, picked up a towel and dried off.

At this point there were no more secrets, she was completely naked and seemed unconcerned, but then we all were. Then she plopped down across from me, sitting crosslegged. This caused her pussy to open up like a flower, no way could I not look.

Of course no way could I avoid my cock rising to the situation, either.

"Wow, you have a nice cock on you!" Janet said, staring at me.

I didn't know what to say.

"Nora, can I?" Janet scooted over closer to me.

Nora looked at me, I expected her to get upset.

"Don't you dare fuck him!" She laughed.

"I don't want to fuck him, I just want to play with that beautiful cock!"

"Liar!" Nora laughed again, but I noticed she squeezed closer to me.

"Selfish bitch! Janet teased.

I just looked back and forth at them, not knowing what to say. I wasn't quite used to women being so..aggressive?

Then Janet just sat back and started to spread some oil on herself. She made no effort at all to hide anything, either.

"You will get used to Janet, she jacks off everybody." Nora said.

I was never going to get used to Janet, I thought.

"Why don't you get....upset?"

"Why should I? It's just relief, besides, I like to do it too."

I was beginning to realize that.

"You mean like...when I was at the hospital?"

"Sure, when Janet and I found out we both liked to...that's why we became roommates."

"I read some of the stories you wrote." I told Janet.

"How did you like them?" She smiled. She was still sitting there with her legs spread, not a hint of modesty.

"Well, I liked them a lot." I told her. I did, too, for some reason they were...hot?

"Good, now when can I have another story I can write?" Janet giggled, looking down at my half solid 8 inches hanging out.

"Go find your own dick, this one is mine!" Nora said, grabbing me and giving me a couple of strokes. Janet stared as she did, she even licked her lips.

I was curious, so I had to ask.

"How did you two...I mean..where did this all start?"

"I met Janet in nursing school. She was working for an outcall massage service to make the money to pay for school." Nora said.

"Yea, and I got Nora a job there, too."

"The problem with that was it was illegal." Nora said.

"And now we are nurses and it isn't." Janet laughed.

"But...you and I? We are....?"

"Lovers? That's different."

"So we sleep together because.....?"

"Because I like you."

"Oh. Well, I like you too. But Janet can...be like that and it's OK?" I said. Janet was just laying there naked as a jaybird.

"Sure. But if you start fucking her you can't with me." She warned.

"Well, not unless I say it's all right, anyway."

They both laughed at that.

I just shook my head, this was strange.

"Just relax and go with the flow, she will keep you happy!" Janet said with a grin.

I looked at the two of them, both naked. Nora a bit more conservative, Janet completely blatant about her sexuality.

"Go with the flow, huh? Well, it works for me!" I said with a grin.

The rest of the day was uneventful, we finally gathered up our gear as the fading Sun made the day cool. Janet didn't bother to get dressed, she just climbed into the truck. I had some troubles staying on the dirt track as her breasts bounced all over the place from the rough road. Nora's fingers stayed busy the whole time, brushing my groin. By the time we got back to my house I was ready to explode, and I wasted no time at all getting Nora into my bedroom. Janet pulled on a pair of panties and sat down at my computor, in a few seconds her fingers were flashing across the keyboard. She was still typing when we came back out a full hour later.




One to Die For Ch. 02



Nora and I dated for a couple of months. Sex became an every day thing, my body snugged up even tighter. I began to think I was falling in love. Finally I decided to go for it, I asked her to marry me.

"I would like that, I think. But can Janet come and live with us?" She said it like she had expected me to ask.

"Janet? I never thought...why?"

"We are roommates, we are friends. We get along and I guess what I have to say is we come as a pair."

Well, I did have a big house with an entire upstairs that was almost never used.

"Man! Naked women around all day every day? You guys could kill me off!"

"Naw. Not for awhile, anyway." She grinned at me.

"You can even..you know...with Janet. Well, if you want to." Nora grinned.

"I think you will be enough for me." I told her, but the thought did pop into my head.

We kissed to seal the deal, Janet came in just as we disengaged.

"What's going on?" She asked.

We told her, she just laughed.

"Hey, fine with me, I am sick of that damned apartment anyway." Then she hugged Nora.

Then they kissed?

I stood there saying nothing, this was yet another surprise. They both turned to me, their arms around each other's waist.

"Dan, if you are still serious, you get two of us for the price of one. Are you sure you can keep up?" Nora grinned.

"Hey, I will have two nurses on staff, I bet I can manage." I said, still unsure since Nora had been quite clear about Janet not touching me.

Now that seemed to have...changed?

So I was somewhat confused.

But I had a feeling I wasn't going to need that upstairs bedroom.

I also had a feeling I just might die happy.

My life went back to a semblence of normalcy for a few weeks as Nora and Janet took over the chores of planning what was to be a simple wedding.

The only real change was that I spent most evenings over at their apartment, then back to my ranch to care for the place. Or they both stayed at my house, then off to their jobs at the clinic.

I also wondered about that a few times, but I figured that even if Nora did something with one of her clients it would probably be just like it was with me when I was there.

Janet still acted like she always did, half the time she was running around the house in just her panties, sometimes not even those. She would use the bathroom and not bother to close the door, we were like an old married couple except Janet never made any kind of move and I didn't either.

It was just the three of us and like Nora said, I actually got used to it. Nora was more reserved, she did close the bathroom door, and she seldom was nude around the house except when we were in bed.

Nora was an eager sex partner, too. At no time in my life had I ever been so active, I actually began to notice my body tightening up even more and I lost some weight.

I had had a small suspicion about them, they were completely familiar with each other. But there was never anything right in front of me, nothing I could put my finger on.

I had more or less resigned myself to them possibly being lovers from time to time. Even that didn't bother me much. Some men might find that exciting but I didn't, it somehow didn't really mean anything.

I did suggest that they give up the apartment due to the extra costs but they wouldn't, claiming that it would be handy for sleeping when they pulled double shifts and things like that.

It didn't really hit me at the time that they never seemed to ever do any double shifts.

Love is blind and there is no fool like an old fool, they say.

My first indication that something was up was when I came in early, I had run over a sharp stick and flattened a tire, so I had to walk back to the house to get my tractor and some tools.

No way could I sneak up on the house with my truck, anyone could hear me coming for over a mile.

I was outside in my attached shed and the side window was open, I overheard Janet and Nora talking.

"Probably way over a million." Janet said.

I stopped to listen.

"Lots more than that!" Nora said.

"He still hasn't said anything about writing a pre-nuptual?"

"No, not a peep. I doubt he even thought about it."

It hit me suddenly. It was a shock, enough that I felt a tug in my chest. I took a few deep breaths and the feeling eased, then I worked my way around to where I could see in the window under the curtain.

Nora and Janet were lying on the bed, both naked and in each other's arms. That confirmed my other suspicion.

"Over a million?" I knew what they had to be talking about, it had to be the ranch. It was closer to three million anyway, what with inflation and all. The comments made it sound like these two gals had found themselves a score, what could they be planning?

I gathered the tools I needed, ran my tractor with my spare back up and changed the tire. I was feeling a little bit sick inside.

Then I did something I had never done in all the years I had been married to Marty. I waited until Nora and Janet were gone to the hospital, and I searched their things. I opened everything I could think of, coming up with nothing. Then I happened to check the medicine cabinet, there seemed to be nothing in there out of the ordinary. I did spot the bottles of pills the doctor prescribed for me, I picked up the partly full bottle absentmindedly, looked at it.

There was another bottle sitting behind it, exactly the same but unopened. I happened to glance up at the 3rd bottle, a typical 3 months supply was in there, perfectly normal.

Then I realized the label looked different. I looked closely, the brand name and label was the same but the printing was slightly different.

Like it had been made on a different computor or something?

I put on my glasses and looked closer. The tablets inside were a slightly different shade and shape. Not enough to really even notice unless a person was looking closely.

I took one, placed it in a ziplock bag and stuck it in my pocket.

The next day I went to the local pharmacy and had a talk with them. The man on the counter knew me, he looked at the tablet, scraped it and looked some more under a microscope.

"Just a sugar pill, they are harmless." He told me.

I nodded and started to turn away, curious as to why there were sugar pills in my prescription bottle.

"One thing, Sir. Be careful, those look similar to the blood thinners you take, you don't want to miss taking that."

I thanked him, now I had things pretty much figured out. I was to be married in just two weeks, I had a three month's supply of medications.

The sugar pills would not hurt me, not taking the medicine I now knew very well could. Perhaps I could go for a long time without it, then again...perhaps not?

Then if something did happen to me, it would be natural causes, certainly not traceable back to a couple of nurses. At least, not likely. Even if that didn't work, what could they come up with next? After all, they were nurses and had access to lord knows what.

I thought about the will I had always planned on having written up and never got around to. Nora knew about that of course, we always talked just like I had with my wife Marty. I had mentioned that I wanted my son and his family to get my farm, but I had some other assets so Nora would be taken care of.

But there were no guarantees. The possiblities should something happen to me just never really crossed my mind.

Married? Nora then stood to inherit everything! Janet wouldn't but they were a team, and lovers.

They say there is no fool like an old fool.

The only reason I was still alive at all was medical intervention, hell, I knew that. The risk from not taking the medicine was pretty high, my Doctor had been clear on that point.

I had rather suddenly found myself in a very active sexual relationship with a much younger woman, and I was constantly being kept off balance by Janet and her blatant teasing.

Marry the old man and just let him go? That just might work and even if it didn't they would have access to a pretty good chunk of my assets.

That night I sat and watched TV with Nora, Janet came into the room in her usual state of undress.

"You look good enough to eat!" I told her.

"Do you think you have enough to handle it, big boy?" She teased.

"Yep, I sure do!" I got up and reached for her, she stood there in surprise. I ran my hands up and under the cut off T-shirt she had on, letting my hands wander over her bare breasts.

"Time to sample some of this!" I said, letting my arm drop to her waist and turning her towards the bedroom. Nora sat there with her mouth open, I saw them exchange glances. I was waiting for Nora to explode, say something.

She just sat there, surprised. I moved Janet into the bedroom, she was doing her best to act normal but she was failing miserably, she hadn't expected this. In the few months I had known her her teasing comments had been almost constant but I had just met her banter with my own, making no move.

I reached down and lifted her T-shirt over her head, she didn't even resist. Then I pressed her back on the bed, grasping the sides of the shorts she wore and pulled them down and off her legs. I reached down and tripped the catch on my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I was prepared, I hadn't even bothered with any briefs.

The look on her face was priceless, she also was quiet, something Janet almost never was. I looked down at her, reached out and pushed her knees apart, reaching down to fondle her. That rewarded me with a short gasp. I slid up on top of her, held her open with my fingers and shoved myself inside, not bothering with any foreplay. She let out a groan, but still didn't move.

I began to thrust at her, not really lovemaking but just raw sex. I was actually trying to make it hurt. Lord she was tight, and still not well lubed, I didn't care. But in just a few seconds I felt her body change, her mouth came open. Her hips made a tiny motion against me, then suddenly she was thrusting wildly at me. Her arms came up and her hands gripped my shoulders as I slammed my stiffness into her.

I took ahold of her wrists and pressed her back, holding her helpless. I let my chest fall against her bare breasts pinning her, there was nothing she could do but take the thrusts as I jammed into her as hard as I could.

I felt her spasm in climax and I just kept on, she spasmed a second time, she was holding her legs so wide I was mashed against her. She flooded with wetness, gutteral grunts escaping her lips. Hell, I was basically forcing her and she was liking it.

Then I could hold back no more, I buried myself as deeply as I could as I released, another long groan escaped her lips. Exhausted, I came to a stop, finally as I softened I slipped out of her. I looked down at her, my sperm dribbled down her now wide open and puffy lips.

I lay back against the pillow, Janet lay there gasping, her breath slowly returning to normal.

Then she rolled over on one elbow, looking at me.

"Wow! Now what set that off?"

"It was time, I guess. And you did say two for the price of one."

She reached out and took ahold of my now limp penis, stroked it a few times. It actually reacted slightly.

"God you are big, I have never seen a man get so hard either." She purred as she continued to stroke me in fascination. I managed to stifle a laugh, I had basically just fucked her in anger and she had responded. The bisexual I knew about, the bit of S&M I didn't.

I sat up and she released me, then I got up and hopped into the shower. I half expected her to join me but she was still naked on my bed when I came out, drying myself with a towel.

I pulled on my pants and shirt and went into the living room, plopping down on the chair and reaching for the remote. Nora sat there, she didn't say a word but she had a pissed off expression on her face.

I ignored her, just started clicking the channels like everything was perfectly normal.

I figured it wouldn't be long.

It wasn't.

"Well, how was she?" Nora finally said. I could tell she was trying to keep the irritation out of her voice.

"Not bad at all, I think I will like this two for the price of one stuff." I grinned.

"I just didn't think...I mean...we were just teasing."

"I wasn't teasing."

Janet came out, Nora and she exchanged glances.

"I will bet I live to be 100." I said.

"Probably, Nora and I can take care of you." Janet said, giving me a sweet smile. She still looked nasty sitting there in just the T-shirt.

"Yea, you gals plan on taking care of me, all right." I said, a sarcastic tone in my voice.

"What do you mean?" Nora asked. 

"I know about the trick with my medicine." I said. What the hell, I figured we might as well get it into the open.

They looked at each other and froze, I could see Nora start to deny it but then her shoulders slumped.

"I am going to want both of you out of here now."

They looked at each other, Janet got up and reached for her bag. Nora sat there for a moment, then she got up, too.

Hell, I had expected yelling, some denial, something out of them. But it was like they were just caught and gave up.

I was still clicking the channels when the door closed.

They say there is no fool like an old fool, I suppose that is true. I even thought about making a phone call, the police might be interested but I knew that would be very hard to prove. I could see myself trying to explain that they had planned to do me in with sugar pills?

That might not have even worked, although I would bet they had other plans if it didn't.

The hell with it.

I went into the kitchen, started shuffling some pans and preparing myself some food.

No fool like an old fool. I really did feel a little bit sick inside, I liked Nora and had even thought I was in love. But then I started laughing.

Man they sure were some fine pieces of ass! I was thinking I should have perhaps stretched that out a bit. After all, I was once again used to regular sex, and I liked that.

Oh well, my confidence was up now. The world is full of women.

I was betting I could find myself some more. 



One to Die For



Todd looked at her, then at me, then back at her again. He just grinned.

"Hi, Dad. How did it all go?"

"It went just fine, son. Just fine. Let's go home."