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You Are My Home Ch. 01

By: edsachry



As with my other stories, all characters are over 18. Some are composites of real people I know or have met, while others are purely fictitious. Of course, the names have been changed and any other identifying aspects. 

This story is a little different from the others I have written. It attempts to be more character driven, than sex driven, although there are steamy, outside nude and sex scenes scattered throughout. You the reader will determine whether I have been successful.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

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Eliane was gone. The funeral was over, and all that remained was a few close friends cleaning up the after-funeral meal gathering. Michael, the newly made widower, sat in his recliner in the corner of the living room, staring out the window facing the backyard, envisioning Elaine in her garden. But she wasn't there. She was underground now. The thought sent waves of grieve through his body. Tears were blurring his vision, and staining his face.

He knew that if there was a heaven, and he believed there was, that she was there. She was the most honest, straight-laced and moral person he had ever known. She was avid in her faith in God and in the general goodness of her fellow humans. She always tried to think the best of people, even when they gave her no reason to do so. She had kept him out of trouble more than once.

Diane, a close friend of Elaine and Michael for over ten years, sat down in a chair across from him. She began to speak, "Michael, I think we are going to go now. There is plenty of extra food in the fridge if you get hungry later."

Michael turned to look at Diane, but seemed to look right pass her. Then focusing on her, he said, "Yeah, okay, thanks. You all have been wonderful. I'll be all right. Just need some time to get myself together."

Diane understood exactly what he was going through. She had lost her husband of 15 years just two years earlier. She then added, "You have my phone number, so if you need anything, or just need to talk, please don't hesitate to call me, or any of us, okay?"

Michael smiled, saying, "All of you have been great, I don't know how I could have done this without all of you."

Diane replied, "I'm serious Michael, if you need anything, please let someone know."

Michael smiled, saying, "Okay, thanks, like I said, I'll be okay." He then stood up, and Diane stood to say good-bye.

He reached for her, they hugged for about a minute. It seemed like Michael didn't want to let go of her. She then reached up, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "I mean it, anything."

"Okay, and like I said, I just need some time. I'll be all right."

In another minute, the house was empty and quiet. He was alone for the first time in thirty-two years. He sat down in his recliner, and went back to staring out the window.

Thirty-two years with the same person, day in and day out, how do you transition from that to absolute aloneness, he thought.

TWO YEARS LATER.

He could still hear her voice in the hallway, the kitchen, calling from every room of the house. There were just too many reminders of her to continue to live there. 

Elaine lost her fight with breast cancer. It had been two years since her passing, and the house seemed to hang onto her. Michael knew that it was really him that was hanging on, but everywhere he looked, some memory would come flooding back, a conversation, an argument, a laugh, an intimate moment between them, a haunting memory of her suffering.

He would have periods of relief from them, but then they always came back, without warning.

He looked over at the clock, 2:37 am. He got up out of bed, put some coffee on, grabbed the newspaper and mindlessly began rifling through its pages. 

He came to the real estate section. He thought to himself, "Maybe that's what I should do, is sell this damn house, find a different house somewhere totally different. I need to create some new memories."

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like just the thing that he needed. However, he couldn't move to far away because of his two girls and the grandkids. 

He knew if he was serious about this, his first step was to see what was available out there. The coffee had finished brewing, so he poured a cup, went to his computer in his office, and began searching.

He decided that he wanted some place that had a beautiful view, a lake view perhaps. The house needed to have at least three bedrooms and an office. A deck overlooking the lake would be perfect. 

A lake view home, three or four bedrooms would be a good start. 

With the insurance money, and the cashed out retirement money from Elaine's job, along with the sale of the existing house, and his business he should have no problem with financing. 

Once he put the required parameters of his search in, there were many homes to look at. Most of the homes were at least 200 - 250 thousand, which is about what he expected for the area. However, he thought with the soft housing market, and a really good realtor, he might be able to find a real steal.

As he was looking at some of the listings on his screen, he saw a page with listings from a realtor that he knew. Of course, he thought, Diane! Actually, she and Elaine had worked together at the city offices several years back. Michael and Diane had always got along very well. They had known each other for over ten years. Elaine always spoke highly of her as a woman of high caliber.

Diane had been Elaine's supervisor when she worked for the city, but Diane grew tired of the politics and stress of her job and decided on a course change. She had moved into real estate, and apparently has done quite well for herself. 

Michael decided to give Diane a call later on to see if she would be interested in helping him find a house. It would be really nice to see Diane again, he thought. She was a very lovely woman, just a few years younger than he. He had always found her very attractive. He thought, if I'm going to have to spend some time with a realtor, it might as well be someone who is easy on the eyes.

Looking at the clock, he saw it was 4 am. He took a last sip from the coffee cup, and decided to lay back down for a while. At least he had what he could call a plan of action.

By 9 am, he was up again and calling Diane's office to start the ball the rolling.

He was able to get Diane on the phone, and she seemed truly pleased that he had called her. Michael explained his situation to her, and why he needed a change of scenery and venue. She told him that she totally understood. 

Diane had been a widow for about four years now, and knew exactly what Michael was going through. Her husband had also died of cancer, prostate cancer. She told him to let her look through her listings and she would get back with him as soon as she thought she had something of interest. 

Later that afternoon, Michael's phone rang. "Hello."

"Michael, its Diane, how are you?"

"I'm doing good. Did you find me something?"

"Well, I might have found just what you're looking for, but then, you will need to be the judge of that. What is your schedule like tomorrow?"

"As far as I know right now, I'm free. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, if you could meet me at my office, then I could show you a few houses and maybe find one you really like."

"What time tomorrow?"

"Is about ten okay with you?"

"Ten sounds fine to me. I'll see you then!"

"Great, I'm really looking forward to seeing you again, Michael."

"Yes, I'm looking forward to seeing you also. See you tomorrow."

"All right, bye for now."

"Bye, Diane."

As Michael hung up the phone, a strange and distant feeling swept over him. It was something he hadn't felt in many, many years. It was that giddy, knot in your stomach, teenager-like feeling when you are anticipating meeting a girl that turns you on. 

Suddenly for Michael, the house was almost secondary to his thoughts. He didn't know if Diane was seeing anyone or was involved, but the way she said, "I'm really looking forward to seeing you again, Michael" sounded like more than just a passing, friendly comment. It was the tone in her voice. It sounded truly excited.

As Diane hung up the phone from her conversation with Michael, she felt a jolt of energy pass through her. She also felt a stirring down in her gut. She was actually feeling turned on. She felt overwhelmed for a few brief moments.

She didn't know if Michael was involved with anyone, but chances are he wasn't, since he was looking for such a drastic change. She moved these thoughts to the back of her mind and got back to work. 

She could hardly wait until tomorrow.

The next day, Michael left his home around 9 am, to make the hour trip to Diane's office. The entire drive he couldn't help but play out different scenarios in his mind of what could happen. Then he would tell himself to get a grip. He thought, She will show you a few houses, you will talk about this and that, and then you will drive home, wondering about which house you like, if any.

He pulled into the parking lot at the realty office about 9:50 am. When he walked into the office, Diane got up from her desk smiling to greet him.

"Hello, Michael, glad you made it."

Seeing Michael walk through her door, her heart began to race. Michael is early fifties, 6' 5" and about 235 lbs, with dark brown hair showing some grey streaking on the sides. He was a hunk of man that instantly had her heart pounding and feeling like a timid school girl in the presence of an older, more experienced man.

"Hello, Diane, so am I!"

Upon seeing her rise from her desk, he thought, damn she looks good.

Diane is a woman in her late forties. She's taller than your average woman, standing about 5' 10". She seemed a little thinner than he remembered. She was dressed casually, in dark slacks and a rather sheer white blouse. Not see-through by any means, but sheer enough that you could barely make out the lines of her bra. He noticed her breasts. They were not large but were quite ample for her frame. Her hair was cut shoulder length, and was a light auburn with slight blonde or maybe gray highlights. She never wore heavy makeup, but just enough to highlight the natural beauty of her rounded face.

"So, you have found some candidates for me, have you?"

"Yes, give me a minute or two to get my things together and we'll go see them."

"No problem" Michael responded.

After just a few minutes, they were in Diane's car, making their way over the mountains and the curves of the Ozarks. They talked about how things had been for them both, since their mates had passed.

They really seemed to connect on a level that they hadn't found with anyone else.

As they made their way to the first house, Michael reached over and touched Diane on the shoulder saying, "Diane, I just want to say thanks for taking the time for me. I really appreciate it and it is really nice to see you again."

When he touched her, Diane felt her body tingle, and responded, "Michael, it's my pleasure. Besides, it's what I do. But this is more enjoyable for me than most showings, because its you. I'm glad I can help."

The first two houses they looked at just didn't do it for Michael. They were either too small, or didn't have the view he was looking for. 

Diane then smiled at him, saying, "Well, as any good realtor will tell you, you always save the best for last."

Michael thought about her statement. Whether it was intended or not, it seemed almost cryptic. "Saving the best for last" he thought. Maybe that is what is happening. 

He then cleared the thoughts from his head, and said, "Great, that's what I want, the best."

Diane turned the vehicle down a single lane dirt road, which wound its way through the trees. After a few twists and turns, they came into view of the house.

It was a two-story log home, with an attached two car garage. The road leading to the house ran directly in front of the house, turning into a circular drive, leading back into itself. 

"I love it so far" Michael excitedly stated.

"Wait until you see the inside!" Diane smiled and winked at him.

She parked the car in front of the house, grabbed her notebook, and said, "Shall we take a look?"

"Yes, by all means" Michael replied.

As they stood at the front door, she bent down to punch in the combination to the realtor's box, containing the door key. Once in the house, she began to explain the present situation with the house.

"The house at present is a corporate rental. What that means is that companies will rent the house for a weekend or longer for meetings or retreats. That's why it's furnished."

"I see. What is the asking price?"

"Well, it is listed for 400,000, which is not a bad price itself. However, because of several factors, I think the owner would be willing to take less than that, actually, much less."

"How much less is much less?"

"Well, because of my working relationship with the owner, I think if you made an offer around 300, she would entertain it. The owner is an older woman and she is having some health issues. So she has decided to begin to sell off most of her real estate holdings. So we could say that she is a fairly motivated seller."

"Okay, but before we get to that point, I would like to see the rest of the house."

"But of course. By the way, it sits on 9.47 acres, and the water comes from a well that is actually fed from an underground spring, so you have some of the most pristine water around. The house is situated pretty much right in the middle of the property, so you have a pretty good privacy boundary around you."

"So there wouldn't be any danger of neighbors seeing me walking around on the property in my briefs or naked?" Michael added the last as a kind of test to see how she would react.

"No, I don't believe so. This is very private and secluded. So you could walk around naked all you wanted. Is that something that you do a lot?"

"Well, not in my present home. I mean, inside the house I do, but not outside."

"Have you become a nudist?" Diane asked with a mischievous grin.

"No, not at all. I have just always enjoyed the feeling of being naked outside. There is just such a sense of freedom to it all. Does that shock you or make you think I'm some kind of weirdo?"

"No, I completely agree. Sometimes I will sit around on my back deck without any clothes. I love that freedom also. Does that shock you?"

Michael smiled, took a step back and looked at Diane.

"Quite the opposite. I am just trying to get a mental picture of seeing you sitting on your deck in the nude. However, this conversation is taking me way off track, so if we can, at least for now, tell me more about the house."

Diane smiled at Michael, grabbed his hand and said, "Okay, let me show you the upstairs where the guest bedrooms are located."

With his hand in hers, she led him up the stairs. From the conversation they had just finished, and being led by the hand upstairs to see the bedrooms, he was becoming quite aroused. He felt his dick growing inside his trousers and it was in a bit of a bind. He reached down with his free hand and quickly made an adjustment so as not to be too obviously aroused. 

As Diane was leading Michael up the stairs, she felt herself being very aroused at the thought of Michael walking around the property in the nude. Imagining his mature physic, his dangling cock swinging as he walked. Her panties were starting to feel moist, and her nipples were hardening to the point of being noticeable. 

Once they reached the top of the stairs, she released his hand and motioned to him to enter the first bedroom. She guided him through the two upstairs bedrooms, and the one huge bathroom. The upstairs even had its own laundry room and lounge area. 

They walked back down the stairs and stood in the large living area, looking out the large picture window, with a view of the lake. 

Diane added that the house has a large basement or ground floor, which is mostly used for meetings or parties.

Michael kept staring out the window, and said, "That's cool."

She noticed Michael just staring out the window in deep thought.

In the swirl of his thoughts, Michael knew he wanted the house. It was perfect. However, for him, the more pressing issue was how could he stretch this day out, and have more time with Diane. He came up with a plan.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Diane asked, "So Michael, what do you think? Do you like it?"

Michael responded, "No, Diane, I don't. I love it, its perfect. However, there is one thing I would like to see before I make my final decision."

"What is that, Michael?" Diane asked.

"I would like to see the view of the lake from the house at night."

Diane smiled, "Well, I think we can arranged that. You want to see it this evening?"

"Yes. Here's what I was wondering. First of all, are you showing this to anyone else this afternoon or evening?"

Diane responded, "No, you were the only show I had scheduled for today. What's on your mind?"

"What I would really like to do, is spend the afternoon here, just hanging out, getting a real feel for the place. You know, walk the property, with clothes on of course, and just see how I really feel about it. Would that be possible?"

"Sure, I don't see any problem with that. What about your car?"

"Well, my other thought was if you could come back and pick me up around 6, then we could have dinner. Afterwards we could come back and check out the night view. How does that sound?"

"It sounds lovely. It's almost like a date!" Diane said happily.

"I guess we could call it a working date."

Diane then instructed him, saying, "Okay, you have Dish on the TV, there is water and ice in the fridge. I think there is even some coffee in the cabinet."

"That will be fine. I will spend most of time walking, thinking and taking it all in. I'll be just fine, however, don't forget about me, okay?"

Diane laughed, "Oh I don't think I will be doing that. All right then, I'll see you later around 6. Now, behave yourself."

"I promise to be a good boy."

With that Diane leaned up, and kissed Michael on the cheek. As she turned to walk away, he grabbed her by the arm, and said, "Diane, thank you again for taking this time for me. It has made a world of difference to me, just having you with me. Thanks."

Diane felt a slight mist of tears forming in her eyes, and said, "Michael, it has meant a lot to me also." She then took a step forward, tip-toed up and kissed Michael on the lips, not a kiss of passion, but just a peck. However, that peck meant so much to Michael and apparently had meaning to Diane.

"I'll see you at 6."

"Okay Diane, I'll be here, waiting for you."

With that, Diane disappeared out the front door. 

Looking out the kitchen window, he watched her pull out of the drive and disappear into the woods. 

Michael spent most of the afternoon, walking through each room of the house, imagining himself living there. He would then walk outside to get a feel for the lay of the property. He also couldn't get Diane or the peck on the lips out of his mind. 

After only about two hours, he knew that he wanted it. Actually, he knew it long before Diane left. The whole 'I want to see it at night', was just a ploy so he could arrange some more private time with Diane.

Since Elaine's passing, Michael hadn't dated. He didn't even try, mostly because he found no one who sparked his interest. However, now, his interest was not just sparked, but was fully engulfing him.

Sitting at her desk, Diane was having a very difficult time organizing her thoughts about what she had to do. Fortunately for her, the list of things to do for the day was pretty short. She would find herself looking out the window, thinking about Michael alone at the house.


You Are My Home Ch. 01



A part of her wanted to drive like crazy to the house, throw him on the floor and make love to him. It had been so long since she had felt this way. What was really strange is that they hadn't seen or talked to each other since Elaine's funeral, two years ago. She felt guilty that she hadn't kept in touch with him. 

She realized though, that now she had a chance to make up for lost time. If he bought the house, he would be in the area, and they could see each other more often. The thought brought a smile to her face.

She thought about how she could make this evening better? Wine! I'll buy a bottle of wine, she thought to herself, and put it on ice in a portable cooler, and bring it with me. That ought to be a nice touch. I'll just say I brought it just in case we wanted to celebrate his decision of buying the house.

At 5, she locked up the office, ran the errands she needed to in order to get the wine and have it chilling on ice. She then began to make the twenty minute drive to the house.

She arrived at about 5:50, and knocked on the door. She was already acting as though this was Michael's home. Michael opened the door with a huge smile on his face.

"Well, look who came for a visit! Diane, it's nice to see you. Come on in."

"Thank you, Michael."

She walked in, giving Michael an embrace and asked, "Well, what kind of feel did you get for the place?"

"Overall, I like it quite a lot. However, I still want to get the night view before I make a final decision."

"I understand" Diane replied, "Are you ready to go eat?"

"Yes I am, and since you know the area better than I, it's your choice and my treat."

"All right. You like Italian, don't you?"

"Indeed I do. Sounds prefect."

"Okay, let's load up then."

Arriving at the restaurant, they were seated in a corner table for two, ordered drinks and began to look over the menu.

After making their choices, they sat and talked about how it has been hard since losing their mates. Both realizing that they shared a pain and a loneliness that nobody could understand, unless they had been through it.

After finishing their meal, Diane decided to take the conversation up a few notches, leaning over the table she asked, "So you would really parade around your property naked?"

Michael reached across the small table for her hand, and whispered back, "Yes I would and you can join me any time you'd like."

She then playfully slapped his hand, "Oh, you are just too bad."

"Well, I've learned that life is indeed short, so you must latch on to whatever you desire in this life and not let go. I wasn't trying to be bad, I was just being neighborly."

"Oh is that what you call it, neighborly?"

"Sure."

Diane then said, "Well neighbor, it's starting to get dark, so if you want to see that night view, we should getting going."

"All right, I'm right behind you." Michael meant that quite literally, as he walked behind her, enjoying the view of her swaying ass cheeks. 

They arrived at the house just as the sun's final rays were giving way to the darkness of night. The horizon was still glowing an orange-red when they made their way out to the back deck. They both just stood still for a couple of minutes taking in the beauty of it all.

Diane spoke first, saying, "Oh, shoot, I forgot to bring something in with me!"

"What is it? I can go get it for you" Michael offered.

"Sure, in the backseat you'll see a small red cooler. Grab it and hurry back."

"Something to drink, I assume" Michael surmised.

"Yes, I thought it would be nice to have a glass of wine while we were taking in the view."

Michael responded, "Good call!" 

With that he disappeared into the house and out the front door. A minute later he returned with the cooler and a couple of glasses from the kitchen.

Diane said, "Here, let me pour us a drink."

Michael protested, "No way, opening the bottle and pouring the drinks is the man's job, so you just stay there, enjoy the view and I'll bring us our drinks."

"Aren't you sweet" Diane said smiling.

"Indeed I am."

After getting the bottle opened and pouring two glasses of wine, he started to return to where Diane was standing. He stopped for a moment, just looking at the scene before him. 

The sky was beautifully painted with the faint, fading glow of day disappearing. The stars were all twinkling and reflecting off the water, while the forested mountains provided a rolling boundary between water and sky, with Diane outlined against it all.

Absolutely stunning, he thought.

Diane could hear the tinkling of glasses and the bottle. She wasn't sure where this evening was going, but she decided if he made his move for her, she would melt into his arms. She knew she wanted him, she only hoped that he wanted her.

With glasses in hand, he began making his way toward her. Coming up behind her, he set one glass on the deck railing. Then slipping one arm around her waist and gently pulling her into him, he said, "Here is your drink, my dear."

As she reached up to take her drink, Michael bent down and kissed an exposed part of her shoulder. That's it, she thought, I can't hold this any longer. 

She then turned around, attempting to set her glass of wine on the deck railing, but actually knocked both drinks off the rail and the sound of crashing glass on the ground below filled the air for a moment.

Without either of them acknowledging what she had just done, she turned to face Michael and said, "I want you to know something. No matter what happens the rest of this evening, it has nothing to do with selling or buying a house. Right now, I don't care if you buy it or not."

Michael pulled her into him, his hand now firmly on the small of her back, "Oh, I'm buying it. There is no doubt about it."

He then pulled her up to his lips and they first began to kiss with great passion and heat. Their mouths were hungry and their tongues rapidly exploring the each other.

After a minute or so, the kissing went from feverishly passionate to slowly sensual. Their lips and tongues slowed down to a pace where they were quite happy to take their time exploring and enjoying each other.

Diane reached around Michael's waist, took a buttock in each hand, squeezed and then pulled him into her forcefully. As she did this, she could feel his erection pressing against her lower stomach through his slacks. The sensation of his hardness sent a shockwave through her body. She could feel the juices of her vagina starting to soak her panties.

Michael, wanting this to last, but not wanting it to move to fast, broke their lips' embrace, saying, "You realize of course, what this means? It means I'll have to pour two more glasses of wine?"

They both laughed at the delayed remark concerning her faux pas. Michael continued, "I'll get us two more if you promise to be careful this time."

Diane smiled and softly replied, "I promise."

After a moment, Michael returned with two glasses, filled them with wine and returned to Diane. 

"Okay, now please be careful! There's only so many glasses in the cabinet." Michael said playfully.

"Can we sit down over here for a minute?" Diane asked, pointing to some patio chairs.

Michael motioned to them, "After you, my dear."

They both sat down in the chairs, which were arranged right next to each other. Diane spoke up first, "Okay, let me get this part out of the way. You want the house, right?"

"Yes, actually, I had already decided when we were here earlier today" Michael added, then turning his head to look at her reaction.

She turned to him with a glaring look, "So what was all this about seeing what the night view was like?"

"That was absolutely true, and I must say right now, the night view from where I'm sitting is absolutely stunning." 

He then lifted his glass toward her. She raised her glass and lightly touched it to his glass, making a tinkling noise, "I have to agree, absolutely stunning."

She then nervously continued, "I'll tell you something else I was thinking about, how to make this view even more memorable. Want to hear it?"

Michael had his own ideas about how to do that, but didn't want to come across as to forward or assuming. "I certainly would. What is it?"

Diane then stood up, placed her glass on the table beside the chair, and said, "Well, since we both enjoy being naked outdoors, what's to stop us from doing it here?" 

She then began to slowly unbutton her blouse. 

Michael jumped up and said, "Please, allow me to do that."

He stepped up in front of Diane and began to unbutton her blouse slowly. She then reached over and began to unbutton his shirt.

Once he had all the buttons undone, he slowly began to push the fabric of her blouse off her shoulders, revealing the plump cleavage of her breasts, held captive by her bra. 

Michael helped removing his own shirt and moved behind Diane. He began kissing her shoulders, running his hands along the length of her arms. He then worked his way back to the top of her bare shoulders.

Moving his hands down to the clasp of her bra, he unhooked it.

He whispered to her, "Leave the bra on for a moment." 

He then bent over and began to kiss her from the neck down to the small of her back, then back up to her neck. Michael had a thing for the naked back of a woman. He felt it was one of the most sensual things about her. He liked the view of the bare back of a woman, because it indicated to him what was also waiting on the other side. The bare back was just a slight tease, and he loved it.

He reached up for the straps of the bra, and gently pushed them off her shoulders until he saw her fling the bra on the ground. Staying behind her and pressing his body into hers, his arms wrapped around her waist to her belly and pulled her into him. 

She could feel his hardness pushing against her ass. She started to slowly gyrate back and forth, rubbing against his hardness. She moved her ass back and forth, up and then down, making his dick even harder.

She was feeling the cool night air on her tits and her nipples were so hard now, they were aching to be pinched and pulled. She reached down for his hands, and moved them up to her breasts, making him cup each one. 

With her hands over his, she squeezed his hands, forcing him to squeeze her breasts. While he was fondling and squeezing both her breasts, she moved a hand behind her, reaching between her ass and his crotch.

She found his hardness and began to stroke it with her hand through his pants. 

Michael moved one hand down her belly to the sweet area between her legs. It felt hot, even through the fabric of her slacks. She moaned with pleasure at the touch of his hand on her pussy, even if it was through her pants. 

He wants her, he wants to ravish her, he wants to taste her. He has never wanted someone so bad in many years.

Diane's wantonness built up to such a boiling point that she could take it no longer. She must have him now! She spun around and dropped to her knees. She quickly unloosened his belt, undid his pants and pulled them down to ground. 

Raising her head back up, his erection was staring her right in the face. She reached up, wrapped her hand around his shaft and took it in her mouth. Michael threw his head back and moaned. 

She reached around to grab hold of his ass and began to slowly force his dick all the way into her mouth. Michael would have loved to allow her to take him all the way and come in her mouth, but he didn't want that, not now.

After just a minute of this, he pulled back and stood her to her feet. He took her into his arms, and kissed her with such passion and lust he hadn't felt in several years. Her breasts were pressing into his chest, with his hardness into her belly.

He then stopped, and sat down on one of the chairs. Pulling her in front of him, he began to remove her pants. In one motion, he pulled both her pants and panties down to her ankles. She then stepped out of them. She was completely nude before him. He then removed his remaining clothes that had piled up at his feet. 

Still sitting, he reached for her, pulling her into him. Now her pussy was at eye level with him. He leaned forward and began to kiss around the outer edges of her vagina. She kept her labia shaved, and just a small patch of hair rested on top of her mound. 

He sucked each wet lip into his mouth, and then began to run his tongue along the folds of her pussy, tasting her wetness and her heat. Standing in front of him, she began to tweak and pinch her nipples while he reached around, grabbing one ass cheek in each hand, forcing her wetness into his face.

His tongue found her clit and then he began to suck on it until he could feel its hardness. He could feel it almost grow in his mouth as he sucked and licked on it. Diane was moaning loudly as he focused on her clit.

He then stopped and said, "I can see one thing this deck is lacking, a bed of some type. I want you so bad right now. I want to make love to you all night."

Diane then suggested they move inside to one of the bedrooms. 

Michael replied, "I really wanted to enjoy you out here, but under the circumstances, I think you're right."

Diane pulled him up out of his chair, and they ran like horny teenagers into the house. They made their way to the king size bed in the master bedroom. Diane arrived first and jumped in.

She squirmed around on the bed, held her arms up to Michael, looking directly into his eyes and said, "Come here. Make love to me."

Michael knelt on the bed beside her on one knee, leaned down and began to kiss her softly. Moving his hands down to her breasts, he began massage her tits and roll her nipples between his fingers.

She reached over, grabbing his hard cock, and began to slowly stroke it. She then removed her mouth from his and whispered, "I want you inside me."

Michael looked at Diane and whispered, "There is nothing I want more right now, but I think we need to take a break for a minute."

Diane moaned, "Oh you are terrible, you are trying to torture me, aren't you!"

"No, I'm not. However, before we go any further with this, I think it would be good for us to come to an understanding."

In her mind, she knew he was right, but her body was aching, hurting even to be released from the years of pent-up frustration, loneliness and desire. 

Michael began, "Diane, first of all, I want to get this out of the way. As I said earlier, I love the house and I'll buy it, assuming everything goes according to plan."

"Okay, I appreciate that, and I think you'll will really love it here."

"That brings me to the next point. I don't want what we're doing here to be just a one night fling, in which we both get a badly needed release from months or years of frustration or loneliness. That is not what I want."

"Me either! I want something lasting, something I can depend on."

"Exactly! When I first saw you today at your office, it was like we hadn't missed a step. I instantly felt at ease with you, at home if you will. I was a little shocked by that, but I knew it was true. You felt like home to me."

"Michael, you feel like home to me also. Having spent a good portion of the day with you, it felt like we had been together for a long time. I was totally at ease with you too. So what's the problem?"

"I never said there was a problem, I just wanted you to understand that if I buy this house, and then of course, move here, I want to spend as much time as I can with you. I want to spend as many days and as many nights with you as I can. That's not desperation talking, it's just flat out desire for someone I care deeply about."

"I feel the same way. I want to spend as much time, day or night, with you also. I mean, we could even take it to the next level and go steady. But if we go steady, you'll have to give me something like a ring on a chain or a bracelet."

Michael grabbed her and rolled her over on top of him. He then said, "Well before I give you anything else, I really need to give you this." 

He then thrust his pelvis up jamming his still hard dick at her pussy, landing the head of his dick right at the entrance to her wetness. She smiled, reached down between her legs, and guided his cock between the folds of her wetness. She pushed her body back against his hardness until he was fully inside her.

She hung her head, moaned then whimpered, as she began to slowly gyrate back and forth, then up and down his wet hardness. She reveled in the feeling of having wall to wall cock inside her. It was a feeling she hadn't had in years, and sorely missed. Her vibrator would help her with the orgasms, but nothing matched the feel of a real, hard fleshy dick filling her inside. 

Michael began thrusting up to meet her downward motions. He reached up and cupped her breasts in each hand, then reaching with his mouth, he took each tit in his mouth, licking and sucking in turn. 

Diane began moaning louder and her breathing became more erratic. He could also feel his cum boiling up inside of him. She began rocking violently back and forth, growling. The growling quickly turned into screaming, while shaking her head back and forth, "Oh god, I'm coming, god, I'm coming. Aaaaaagh, shit!"

Michael then began to buck and thrust his cock deeply into Diane, and he then shot several loads of his cum deep inside her quivering, wet pussy.

She collapsed into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her, brushing the hair away from her face, and kissed her lips. 

After they both lay motionless for a couple of minutes, she looked up at him with a glazed countenance on her face, "Mister, you sure made a mess inside me."

Michael retorted, "Well, missy, you were quite a mess before I got up in there, so it can't all be my mess."

Michael continued, "Hey, I'm thirsty, how about you?"

Diane sluggishly answered, "Yep, I sure am. If you'll wait a minute and allow me to go to the bathroom, we can go out to the deck, have a glass of wine."

"Okay, I can wait."

Diane rose up from Michael, slid herself off his now deflated cock, holding her hands over her now dripping pussy, and made her way to the bathroom. Michael chuckled a little, watching her waddle with her hands between her legs.

All she could muster was, "Oh, shut up! It's your fault!" Michael just laughed harder.

After a minute or two, Michael hollered, "Hey, you need any help in there?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm almost done."

Michael then added, "Do you think you could do me a favor and bring a warm, wet washcloth with you when you come out?"

"Sure, no problem, anything else, mister?"

"No, just you and the washcloth. I am starting to really miss you! If you don't come out soon, I'll have to come in after you."

Just then, the door opened and she stood there, naked and beautiful, holding a wet, limp washcloth in her hand. She then took aim and threw it at him, landing it right on his crotch.

"Wow, nice shot. I'm impressed."

Michael stood up from the bed, wiped his entire groin area with the washcloth, walked over to the bathroom where Diane was still standing. He tossed the washcloth into the sink, offered her his arm, and said, "Care to join me for a drink on the deck?"

"I would love to, thank you."

They walked arm in arm, butt naked through the house that technically was still for sale, out onto the back deck. The night air felt wonderful on their naked bodies. 

"This is what I love about being nude in the great outdoors. It gives me such a feeling of being alive, unencumbered with the trappings of society. It's just me in my natural state, with nature in its natural state" Michael spouted as he began to pour their drinks. 

"I completely agree. It gives you such a feeling of, well for lack of a better term, a oneness with nature. It just feels right" Diane replied. 

Michael handed a glass of wine to Diane and they just leaned their butts against the deck railing, looking at the stars. 




You Are My Home Ch. 01



Michael then stated, "Yep, this is the kind of night view that I was hoping to see, beautiful stars sparkling over water, and a gorgeous naked lady named Diane standing next to me. Yes, ma'am, I want, no, I need this house."

Michael put his arm around Diane, and said, "I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but tonight has been great, heck, the whole day was wonderful."

"How could I take that wrong?"

"No, this is the part I don't want you to take wrong."

Michael paused, trying to gain his courage and composure for what he wanted to say, " I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose what we shared today, or tonight. Like I told you earlier, before we, you know, engaged ourselves. I am not looking for just a fly-by-night kind of thing. I miss having someone I really care about, deeply care about in my life."

Diane replied, "So do I. I really miss that too."

Michael continued, "That someone I care deeply about is you. I know this is the first time we've seen each other in a while, but as I also said earlier, you feel like home to me, and I don't want to lose that."

Diane responded, "I told you that I felt the same way, you feel like my home, and I don't want to lose that, I don't . . ." 

Diane paused then looking into his eyes, "I don't want to lose you."

Michael then took her in his arms and pulling her into him, and said, "Well, I guess there is nothing left to do then, except to buy my steady girl a ring, and not to hang on a chain, but to wear on her finger. I don't mean some friendship ring, but an engagement ring. I want to make what we have tonight permanent at some point. What do you think about that?"

She paused and then replied, "Are you asking me to marry you?" 

"I told you earlier today, that when I see something I want, I go after it, and I want you. So, yes, I am asking you to marry me. Now, not today or tomorrow, but when we both feel the time is right."

Diane bowed her head down and rested it on Michael's chest. He could hear her sobbing quietly. 

Michael raised her head up by her chin and wiping the tears away from her cheeks, he said, "I'm sorry, I guess that is all too premature, I mean, my gosh, today is the first day we've seen each other in two years. So please forgive me for being so, well, out there."

Diane sniffed a time or two, trying to regain her composure, then started shaking her head, no. 

She began with a trembling voice, "No you don't understand, I don't think you're out there, not at all. I had thought about the possibility before you even called yesterday." 

"Really? Wow, how about that. What made you think of me?"

"I really loved Elaine, she was such a quality woman, and I knew that you had to be a quality guy for her to be happy with you for the thirty plus years you were married. From my own experience, there aren't that many quality guys out there."

Diane paused briefly, then continued, "I know her death hit you hard, as it should have. I had considered calling you during these last two years to see how you were getting along. However I thought that maybe it wouldn't be right. I knew from experience that you needed some time to mourn and get your bearings. I felt any contact should come from you, and well, here you are!"

"So why were you crying when I asked you about making this more permanent?"

"Those my dear man were tears of joy. I was happy. What I heard in what you said, was you want to marry me, right?"

"I absolutely do. I know that we will have some things to work out, logistically I mean, but yes, I want you to be my wife."

Diane wrapped her arms around Michael's naked body, and he enveloped her in his arms. They just embraced each other in night air, each feeling their own vulnerability and the safety of being in the arms of someone who understood them, and cared for them. 

They were naked before each other in more ways than just physically. They had laid bare their fears, their longings and their needs. They felt each others' acceptance. They felt the safety of being in each others' arms. They felt the security of being home.

She raised her head off his chest, reached up with her lips and kissed her man, her new love. Stepping back from their embrace, she reached up to his face, looking him in the eyes, and simply said, "Yes. I want to marry you Michael. I will do whatever we need to do to make it happen and make it work."

He pulled her into his naked body, kissing her with a passion he had thought was not possible. His hands moved down to cup the cheeks of her ass and pulled her against him as tightly as he possibly could. 

Her hands reciprocated, grabbing his butt, and pulling his body into hers. He pulled away from her lips, and softly said to her, "You have made me a very happy man, and I want to make love to you again." 

She whispered, "I would like that very much."

Michael took her by the hand, and led her to the master bed, where they had experienced each other for the first time. 

Gently laying her on the bed, Michael said, "I want to know every part of you. I want us to explore each other and know each other as husband and wife should."

She pulled him on top of her, saying, "Come here, my man, I want us to pleasure each other until we pass out from exhaustion."

And they did. 

It was about three in the morning when they both fell into a sleep of utter exhaustion and utter satisfaction.

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A bright light began to invade Michael's sleep. Opening his eyes just a crack, he realized it was the morning sun. Wondering if last night had been a dream, he reached over and felt Diane's body next to him. 

He rolled over, wrapped his arm around her cupping her left breast, and whispered, "Good morning, love."

Diane rolled over with a smile, "Good morning to you too, my love. What time is it?"

"It's about nine. Do you have to work today? It's Saturday, you know."

"Oh yes, I have an offer on a house and I need to get the ball rolling. That is if you still want the house?" 

"Oh I absolutely do. I want the house and I want the realtor who is selling it!"

"Good! I need to make a phone a call. Could you see if there is any coffee in the kitchen. Seems like I remember seeing some in the cabinet."

Michael took her in his arms, pulled her into him to kiss her. She placed her hand to her mouth, saying, "Morning breath!"

"I don't care about morning breath, if its yours." 

She then removed her hand from her mouth and reached up to kiss his lips.

As they disengaged their lips, she said, "I can't express how nice it is to wake up with you next to me. I hope you feel the same way, about having me here with you?"

"I truly do, Diane. When I woke up this morning, I was afraid that last night was just a dream. Then I saw you laying next to me, and realized it was all real. I am so very happy right now."

"Me too! The coffee?"

"Gee, okay, the coffee." Michael pulled the sheets back and climbed out of bed. Diane watched him as his naked frame made its way across the room and out the door.

She thought to herself, for a man of 52, he is still quite the hunk.

She lay there in bed for a few moments, running her hands across her body, massaging her breasts, remembering the passion she had experienced just a few hours earlier. 

She moved her hand down to her vagina, and realized she was a little sore. It had been awhile since she had been given such a workout. She lay in the bed, running her hands over the folds of her labia, thinking that she had more dick last night and this morning, than she had in the previous four years put together.

She snapped herself out of her sweet sexy memories and thought, I have to call the office.

Jumping out of bed, she grabbed the phone from her purse, and dialed the office. After two rings, Sandy answered, "Hello, Lovely County Realty."

Diane instructed Sandy to put together an offer on the property, giving her the MLS number. She said, "I'll be in the office later to put the final touches on it. Thanks, Sandy."

She then walked out of the bedroom, down the hall, and found Michael pouring two cups of coffee. "So, how do you like your coffee, my dear?" he asked.

"One cream, one sugar" she replied.

"Amazing, that is exactly how I take mine."

Handing her a cup, he said, "Shall we take our coffee on the deck and enjoy the morning sun?"

"That would be lovely" she said smiling.

They made their way out to the back deck, still nude and completely enjoying their first morning together.

They sat down next to each other in some patio chairs. Michael looked over at Diane and noticed that her nipples were quite erect and could see little goosebumps forming on her breasts.

"If it is too cool out here for you, we could go inside."

She responded, "No, I love the cool morning air here. I makes me feel so alive. Plus it helps me wake up, along with the coffee."

Michael continued, "All right, good. Now tell me something, are we in danger sitting out here naked, of the owner dropping by unexpectedly?"

Diane smiled, reaching over and patting his arm, "No, she lives out of state, and I manage the property for her, so we're all good sitting here like this."

"Excellent" Michael replied, "So what is our next step, regarding the house?"

"Well, I just called the office and had one of my associates begin the paperwork, so we can submit an offer. We can go into town in an hour or two and finish up the papers. Then I'll get it submitted, cross our fingers and wait."

Michael looked at her with a mischievous grin, and said, "So we have a couple of hours to burn, you say?"

Diane smiled back, "Oh my lord, what are thinking?"

"Well, I think it would be better for me to show you instead of tell you." 

With that, Michael set his coffee cup down on the table next to him, slid out of his chair onto his hands and knees, and crawled in between Diane's legs.

Without touching her with his hands, he began to kiss her right knee, slowly kissing his way down her thigh. She opened her legs more fully, giving him access to all of her. He then began to kiss the labia of her vagina, running his tongue between its folds.

"Please be gentle. After the pounding you gave me last night, I actually woke up a little sore this morning." 

He looked up at her from between her legs, and replied, "My dear, I will be ever so gentle." 

She then placed her hand on the back of his head, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue and lips exploring her now wet pussy. 

He began to circle her clit with his tongue, then sucking it gently. He could feel his own manhood beginning to grow in the cool morning air. He still couldn't believe all this was happening. As he burrowed his mouth deeper into her wetness, his thoughts went to just a couple of days ago, when he was having such trouble just sleeping in the home he had shared with Elaine.

It seemed that now he was beginning a whole new chapter in his life. He thought that Elaine would be very happy that he had taken Diane into his life and his heart.

His thoughts were interrupted by the moans and the gyrations of Diane. She was beginning to climax so he reached up and inserted a finger into her wetness. With his mouth working her clitoris, and his finger sliding in and out of her, she began to buck up forcefully into his face. She let out a scream, "Oh god, yes, make me come Michael, yes, make me come!"

Michael thought it was a good thing they were so secluded or someone might think he was hurting her. 

She began to slow her motions, and just sat for a moment still holding onto his head, between her legs. She then pulled his head up from her wetness, bent down kissing him fully on the mouth, driving her tongue in, tasting her own juices mixed with his saliva.

Releasing his lips, she said, "Stand up in front of me."

Michael got up from his hands and knees, and stood in front of her. His semi-erect cock proudly displayed before her. She leaned forward, taking the head into her mouth, then slowly engulfed the full length of his shaft. She reached behind him, cupping his ass cheeks, and began moving the hard shaft in and out of her mouth, using her hands on his ass to establish a rhythm. 

Diane had always loved the feel of her man's dick in her mouth. It actually gave her a sense of power. For her, having dick in her vagina was an act of submission, but having dick in her mouth was power. Maybe other women didn't feel like that, but she did.

She moved her right hand from Michael's ass cheek, and began to cup and massage his balls. She could feel he was getting close to exploding. 

He began to breath rapidly and thrust into her mouth forcefully. The harder he thrust, the harder she sucked. 

Michael could not hold on any longer, and said, "Diane, I ready to blow!"

She then felt a sudden blast of cum shoot into her mouth, quickly followed by several more. She swallowed the man juice as quickly as he shot it into her mouth. 

His moans and breathing began to return to normal. He placed his hand onto her head, and let his dick slide in and out of her mouth slowly as he watched. Michael loved the sight of his dick sliding between her lips. He noticed some of his semen leaking out the corners of her mouth.

He pulled fully out of her mouth, grabbed her by the hands, and lifted her up in front of him. He noticed a small glob of his semen still on the corner of her mouth. He reached up with a finger, and wiped it off. Then offered it to her. She placed his finger in her mouth, sucked it completely in, and then released it. 

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome. Couldn't very well have my realtor going around with a glob of cum on her mouth."

Diane laughed, "No, that would not be good for business." She then stopped, smile and said, "Or maybe it would, like advertising."

She then took off running around the side of house toward the front. Michael gave chase, catching her in the front yard. They both then realized that they were in the front of the house, totally naked. 

Michael grabbed her in his arms, and said, "I don't want to hear about you being that friendly with any of your other clients, okay?"

She responded with a coy smile, "Okay, I'll make sure you don't hear about it."

He then reached down and slapped her on the ass, saying, "Oh you are a bad girl, but you are my bad girl, right?"

"Absolutely, I'm your bad girl, and only yours."

"That's what I want to hear. So I guess we should probably get cleaned up and go take care of business."

Diane reached down and grabbed his dick, saying, "Oh I can take care of your business all right, but we first should take care of the house business."

"You know that's what I meant. So let's go shower and get this day started."

They walked naked arm in arm back around to the rear of the house, went inside, showered, dressed and made their way into town.

On their way, Michael reached over, caressed Diane's cheek and said, "Diane, I can hardly express what this past day has meant to me. I felt like I was going nuts in that house of mine. By the way, that reminds me, when we get to the office, I want you to handle the listing for it, okay?"

"Sure, baby, I can do that. What I'll do, is let our office in Fayetteville handle it. Is that all right with you?"

"Sure, whatever works best."

Diane then had a thought, and continued, "You know, I have an idea. Want to hear it?"

"Sure darling, lay it on me."

"Okay, if you would like, you could just go back to your house, grab whatever necessary things you might need, and come stay with me until you are ready to move into your new home. What do you think?"

"Wow, Diane, that is a wonderful idea, and you know that I would love that. Tell you what, let me think about it for a little bit, and I'll let you know by the end of the day. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure, that will be fine."

Shortly afterwards, they pulled into the parking lot at Diane's office.

Michael and Diane sat around her desk and finished the proposal for his prospective home. Diane then faxed the offer on the house to the seller. She then ask if he liked, she could call the owner, and follow up about the offer and see what her feelings about it might be.

Michael thought that would be great. Diane was able to get the owner on the phone and explained the offer on the house and Michael's situation, with the recent passing of his wife. The owner was very sympathetic with Michael's situation and said from everything Diane had told her, she would be very favorable to the offer. However, of course, she would wait until she had actually read it to make it official.

Both Michael and Diane were elated at the prospects. Michael asked if they could go grab some lunch, which Diane said was a very good idea.

As they were waiting for their lunch to arrive, Diane asked Michael, "So have you given any thought about my offer, of staying at my place until you are ready to move in to your new place?"

"Yes I have, and I love the idea. However, the only real downside I see here, is if the deal falls through, then I would be just hanging out there."

Diane reached for his hand, and quietly said, "Michael, as far as I can see, there is no downside to this. Okay, let's assume the deal falls through. So what! It is not the only house around, you know. Besides, you can live with me for the rest of your life, as far as I'm concerned. If you stop and think about it, there is no need for you to even buy a house. Just put yours on the market, move your stuff into my house, and we live happily ever after."

"I really appreciate the offer, and I'm not saying I won't take you up on it. The only thing that kind of bothers me about it, is if I were to move into your home, like on a permanent basis, then I would always have the feeling that I am in YOUR home, not OUR home. I'm not saying that you would make me feel that way, it will just be there. I would really like to pursue my own place, then when we decide to make things more permanent, well, we'll cross that bridge then. Does that make any sense to you?"

"Yes it does. One thing though we have even discussed is your work. How would you deal with that?"

Michael smiled proudly, "Well, I'm glad to say that I have my business to the point to where I can do most things online. I can video conference with the office if need be. I would need to be in the office probably no more than once a week. I have people in there I trust to keep things running, so that is not an issue."

"Great! Looks like our food is here."

After enjoying their lunch, Michael took Diane by the hand, leaned over the table, and kissed her lovingly on the lips. He then added, "Well, if you could take me back to my car, I can then head to my house and begin to pack up some of the things that I will need. That is if the offer still stands?"

"Absolutely! Do you need some help? Want me to go with you? I don't mind and I have the time."

"Are you sure?"

Diane smiled and replied, "Yes I'm sure. You're my main squeeze now and I want to help you with anything I can."

Michael got a mischievous grin on his face and said, "So what do you want to squeeze on me?"

Diane smiled and said, "Oh you are a dirty boy! I'm going to have to watch you."

"What do you want to watch me do?"

Diane stood up from the table, saying, "Okay mister, let's get to your car and be on our way. Then I'll show you what I want to squeeze."

Michael laughed, "Oh I think you might be the one we have to watch."

As Diane walked passed him, he lightly patted her on the ass.

They were back at the office in a matter of a few minutes. Diane said, "Let me go in real quick and make sure everything is all good, and I'll be right with you, baby."

Michael shook his head in acknowledgment.

Diane walked in and saw that Sandy was the only there. She said, "Sandy, I'm going to go help a client with some things and won't be in again until Monday. Is there anything I need to know about?"




You Are My Home Ch. 02



This is the second chapter in the continuing story of Michael and Diane's blossoming romance and relationship. You really need to read the first installment to understand the story background and how they arrived at this point. 

I hope you are enjoying this love story.

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You Are My Home Ch. 03



Author's Intro.

This is the third installment of the story of Michael and Diane. All characters are over 18 and fully consenting adults.

To appreciate the following, you really should read the previous two chapters. There is a dynamic backstory to their circumstances and how they came together.

Thanks to all those who have voted and commented on the previous two chapters. This chapter has been a little slow in coming, due to being in the middle of a move. I am having to work on it as I can. 

Some may feel this part of the continuing romance of Michael and Diane, is in the wrong category, and this may be true. However, I am looking at the overall story, with all its parts, when placing each chapter in the Mature category. The thread that runs through all chapters, is the blossoming love and relationship between our two characters. So, for those who are looking for strictly a romance story, this part contains a threesome between our main characters and a newly introduced character, Sandy. Each chapter, including this one, is considered an important and integral part of the growing relationship of Michael and Diane.

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You Are My Home - Introductions, Sandy

Michael settled into Diane's house in a matter of a couple of days. They brought in an extra desk from storage, and placed it in her home office, which they would now share.

Michael set up a video conference with his office via Skype on Tuesday, and informed them of what was going on. At least now they knew how to reach him if he was needed.

Michael began considering selling his controlling interest in the company. There were several of his employees who had expressed an interest is buying into the company. So this was something that he would give some serious thought. It would be nice to arrange an early retirement from the company if he could.

Meanwhile, he would enjoy the beautiful surroundings in which he now lived. It was a far cry from the city environment from which he had come. He was loving it. Although he might miss the convenience of having about anything he needed within a few minutes, the beauty and the seclusion of his new home would more than make up for it.

Also on Tuesday, Diane informed him that his offer on the house had been accepted. They both were elated. Closing was set for about six weeks away. All Michael had to do now was finalize things with his bank. Things were starting to come together for him and it seemed he really was starting a whole new life. 

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BACKSTORY

There are aspects of Michael and Diane's life that are known to them through their intimate discussions, but have not been divulged to you, the reader. To understand their thoughts and actions, it is important that you now know them too.

Concerning Michael, he and Elaine had not had sex for almost two years before her death. The night that he and Diane made love in his prospective house, was the first time he had intercourse in close to four years. Of course, he would masturbate when he felt the need, but it wasn't cutting it for him. A guy can't live the rest of his life just jerking off, he thought. 

Before she fell ill, sex with Elaine wasn't that great. Elaine's philosophy about sex was you do what is needed to relieve the want and desire. Suffice it to say that for her, sex was a duty for both the man and the woman. It was not that she never had an orgasm with Michael, because she did, many times. At least, she acted like she did. Sex was always with the lights off. 

There was something in her past, her upbringing, that caused sex to be more of a marital duty than a pleasurable and exciting aspect of their relationship. Even after thirty-two years of marriage, Michael never was able to found out what that something was, therefore he was never able to address it with her. Their sex life was the one area of abiding tension in their marital relationship. Elaine didn't even like to let him see her naked. Of course, not that he never did, it couldn't be helped at times. 

So for Michael, Elaine's passing was a bitter-sweet feeling. He did truly love her, but at the same time, felt imprisoned by her, creating an inner conflict for him. However in the last days of their marriage and Elaine's life, he was the dutiful husband and catered to her needs and comfort to the end. Once she passed, there was a gaping hole in his life. Apart from the loneliness, he felt guilt. He was relieved that she had been released from her agony. 

However, he also felt a guilty sense of relief that he had been released from his agony. This was the source of his abiding feeling of guilt. Guilt for feeling released from her restrictions, expectations and demands. The complexity of Elaine's personality is beyond the telling here. She was like most people, she had her good and her bad. We'll leave it at that.

When Diane came into his life, she was an absolute breath of fresh air. He was discovering she is nothing like Elaine. Diane was exactly what Michael needed and wanted. Compared to Elaine, Diane was a sexual free spirit, who was ready and willing to explore and expand their sexual boundaries. 

Regarding Diane, she had been in a similar situation to Michael. The final period of her marriage to Terry was consumed with caring for him. She had revealed to Michael that they had not had sex for a year and a half before Terry passed. Throughout their fifteen years of marriage, her sexual satisfaction was hit and miss. Sometimes she would have an orgasm during intercourse, but most often would not. She tried to talk to Terry about her feelings of being short-changed in the bedroom, but he just couldn't understand why she couldn't 'get off' as he called it. He never understood the difference in the mechanisms of an orgasm between a man and a woman. 

For both Michael and Diane, sex during their respective marriages was a constant source of pain and conflict. After their mates had passed, they admitted to each other that they both felt this same sense of relief, and sense of guilt. They understood each other all to well. This was the basis for their acceptance of each other's confessions, Michael's pics and Diane's recently found pleasure with women. They wanted each other to be happy and fulfilled, and worked to truly satisfy each other. 

After Terry's passing, she had been in a short term relationship with a realtor who worked for a different company, but she ended it after a couple of months, because he was too controlling. She wasn't about to lose control of her life at this point, so she felt it would be better to be alone than to deal with a control freak. Their relationship was mostly about what he wanted, instead of considering her needs or wants. She wasn't about to go down that road again. When Michael agreed that she could continue her meetings with her girlfriends, she knew that this was evidence that he was willing to let her be who she was, without trying to change her. For this, she loved him. 

She had known Michael for about a decade before Elaine's passing and had a sense of the kind of man he was, just from watching him with her. She knew that he wasn't a control freak, because Elaine would not have put up with that and she saw no hint of it when she saw them together. 

Diane was the kind of woman that if a man would let her be who she was, there was hardly anything she wouldn't do for him. 

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About 4 pm on Thursday, Diane was busy wrapping things up at the office, when Sandy walked over to her desk and asked, "So when do I get to meet your future husband?"

Diane replied, "Technically, you already met him last Saturday."

Sandy responded, "Yeah, but I didn't really get to meet him, as in to sit and talk with him. I want to see if he is right for you. You know, if he meets my approval."

Diane looked at Sandy with furrowed brows and said, "I didn't realize that he needed your approval."

"Well, yes and no, I mean, you can do whatever you want, but as your friend, I would like to make sure that he is up to snuff."

Diane thought for a moment and then replied, "Well, why don't you come over for dinner tonight?"

Sandy placed a finger to her temple as in thought, and said, "Well, what are you fixing?"

"Like it really matters to you. I know that you just want to get a closeup of my man!" Diane shot back.

"True. What time?" Sandy inquired.

Diane smiled, "How about six. We might have some fun, or we might get into trouble, but either way you will get to check him out."

Sandy added, "Oh, I'll be checking him out all right!"

Diane slapped her on the arm, "Just remember, you can look, but you must ask permission to touch."

Sandy then asked, "That brings me to my next question. Should I dress for dinner or for fun?"

Diane replied, "I would say dress for comfort."

Sandy responded, "It's a deal. See you at six."

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As Diane left the office, she called Michael to inform him they would be having a guest for dinner. She told him to fire up the grill. She would stop and grab some steaks and whatever else they might need.

Sandy arrived a few minutes after six. Michael was on the back deck tending the steaks, while Diane greeted her at the door.

Sandy arrived wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans which accentuated her nicely shaped ass, and a sheer white blouse. Diane hugged her and they exchanged a kiss. Diane commented on how nice she looked, though her actual words were, "You look delicious."

Sandy smiled and said, "Thanks, I needed that."

As stated before, Sandy is early thirties, never married, no kids. She said she hadn't found the man she wanted to be chained to. Which made her even more curious about Michael, knowing Diane thought he was worth the chains.

Sandy had short blonde hair which came just above her shoulders, about 5' 7", weighing around 140lbs. Topside she was a bit small, but firm since she had never been through pregnancy and breast feeding. Most men would find her quite attractive, and Michael would be no exception.

Diane ushered her into the house and said, "We should probably go out on the deck and say hello to Michael."

"I wouldn't expect anything less right now," she replied.

Diane opened the sliding glass door to the deck and said, "Michael, come meet our guest for the evening!"

"Great, I've been waiting to meet her," Michael replied as he put his fork down on the grill table.

As he walked toward the patio door, Sandy stepped out to meet him. She extended her hand, saying, "Nice to see you again, Michael. We didn't get much of a chance to know each other Saturday, but I hope we can fix that tonight."

Michael reached for her hand, thinking to himself how sexy she looked, saying, "Boy, you don't mess around do you? I hope by the end of the evening we will know each other much better also."

Sandy looked over at Diane standing next to her and said, "That sounds like an invitation, but I'm just not sure what kind!" 

Michael clarified, "What that means is that I hope by the end of the evening, we'll be friends."

"Sure, I'd like that," Sandy replied with a wink and a smile.

Diane broke up the handshake, "Okay you two, let's take it down a notch for now, we don't want the steaks to burn, do we Michael?"

"Oh goodness no, dear, and your hint is well taken," he replied as he returned to the grill.

"Michael, we'll be inside getting the table set. Let me know when they are about done."

"Right O!" Michael smiled and waved his fork at them.

As the patio door closed behind them, Sandy said, "Damn girl, are there any more like him at home?"

"No, I'm afraid not. Now before you get your panties all wet, like I told you before, you can look, but you need my permission to touch," Diane warned. 

"Okay, can I touch?" Sandy asked with her hands clasped together in a pleading fashion.

"We'll see how things go. If you promise to behave yourself for now, I might let you, but no promises," Diane continued.

"I promise to be on my best behavior."

By six thirty they were sitting down to eat. The conversation was pretty casual at first, then Sandy began her inquisition, of sorts. She mostly talked to Michael about his work.

Michael explained that he owned a software development company, and the mainstay of their business was providing companies with inventory software. He impressed them both that some of his clientele included Walmart, Hunt Brothers Trucking, among other notables. Most of these companies were headquartered in Northwest Arkansas, so it was easy for his local company to service them. He explained that the software he supplied for Walmart was not their total inventory software, but that he maintained the program that ran their distribution centers. As he explained it, his program helps them talk to each other so that each center knows what the other has in stock at any given time, what is coming in and going out.

Once they had come to the end of their meal, Diane decided to see what kind of fun she might be able to get started.

She looked at Michael and asked, "Michael, do you think we should show Sandy the pictures you took of me last weekend?"

Sandy immediately chimed in, "What pictures? Are they nudie pictures?"

Diane added, "Well, they are what Michael and I call erotica. So what do you think Michael, would that be all right with you?"

Michael smiled, paused and reached for his glass, wanting to draw this out. He took a long drink from his glass, set it back down, paused and then replied, "Well, I don't know if it would be safe. It might get Sandy all worked up, and I'm not sure we need that."

Diane looked at Sandy, then back to Michael, "Oh, I don't think she could get much more worked up than she is already!"

Sandy exclaimed, "Oh I could definitely get worked up some more, so how about it Michael, can we?"

Michael relented, "It's okay with me, if Diane doesn't mind."

"If I minded, I wouldn't have suggested it now would I?" Diane retorted. 

Michael then stood up from the table, "You know where they are on my computer, so why don't you two go and I'll straighten up here and join you when I'm done."

Sandy spoke up, "Oh Diane, this guy is a definite keeper if he is willing to clean up after dinner."

"Okay baby, you're so sweet" Diane said to Michael, kissing him. 

Michael then thought he'd bait them just a little, and said, "All right girls, I don't want to hear any giggling, or heavy breathing in there while I'm in here slaving over these dishes. Wait until I get in there for any of that stuff."

Diane shouted, "We promise, no fooling around until you get in there."

Diane and Sandy made their way to the office, and Diane pulled up the folder with her pics.

Sandy asked, "What are all these other folders with women's names?"

Diane replied, "Those are pics of other nude mature women. Michael has a thing for the mature woman, thirty-something to fifty-something he told me."

Sandy smiled, "Well that qualifies me?"

Sandy then inquired, "How do you feel about him looking at these other women? You're not jealous or anything?"

Diane smiled saying, "No, I really don't mind. I know he loves me, besides these are just pictures, they're not real in the sense that he would have sex with them. I have found myself looking at them, and some of them are quite beautiful. It tells me that he and I have the same taste in women. So, no, I don't mind."

Diane started a slide show of the pics that Michael had taken of her last weekend. 

Sandy remarked about how hot and sexy Diane looked.

Then they came to the pics of Diane giving him a blowjob.

"Oh my, that looks delicious. Can I have some? You could at least share couldn't you?" Sandy questioned, licking her lips.

Diane smiled at her, "Maybe, we'll see. Like I said, if you're good, which you have been to this point. Just let me do the talking and I'll see what I can arrange."

Sandy leaned over and whispered to Diane, "Do you think he would photograph the two of us together. I wouldn't mind being in his portfolio of hot mature women."

Diane admitted, "I was just thinking the same thing. Let me handle it."

After about ten minutes, Michael was done with the cleanup. Scraping and rinsing dishes to load into the dishwasher doesn't take long.

Michael began walking down the hall to the office, "Ready or not, here I come!"

As he walked into the office, Sandy remarked, "Good job, Michael, on the pics. I really like them. I'm starting to get all worked up!"

"That's what I was afraid of!" Michael replied smiling.

"Yeah, she about wet her drawers when she saw the pics of me giving you a blowjob!" Diane exclaimed.

Sandy didn't say anything, but she was starting to get wet at seeing their erotica, especially Michael's thick cock. It wasn't a porn cock, but seemed to be between six and seven inches long, but what really impressed her was its girth. It looked very thick. 

"Well, it was a special time for me. One I will not soon forget." Michael replied with a grin.

Diane then asked, "Well, how would you like to have another special time right now? I was wondering if you would like to photograph the two of us girls together?"

Michael acted a little shocked and said, "Wow, this is really scary!"

Diane asked, "What is so scary?"

Michael responded, "How you can just about read my mind, that's what scary!"

"So I'll take that as a yes?"

"That is an absolute yes. What guy wouldn't love the opportunity to photograph two lovely ladies such as yourselves."

Sandy added, "Oh boy! How should we do this?"

Diane instructed Sandy, "We like to make it a kind of game, sort of role playing. We call him Mr. Photographer, or just mister and we pose and do whatever he asks us to do."

Sandy then said, "Okay, Mister Photographer, what do you want us to do?"

"Well, first I need to grab my camera and make sure it's ready to go. While I'm doing that you ladies head for the bedroom."

Diane said, "Oooh, it's going to be some bedroom shots. This ought to be good."

The two ladies ran off for the bedroom, while Michael checked his camera.

While inspecting his camera he thought to himself, Good! we're already to go. Damn, is this really happening? He asked himself out loud.

He walked into the bedroom and found his two models sitting on the bed.

Sandy spoke up first, "Well, Mister Photographer, what shall we do?"

Michael looked up as though in thought, then said, "I am going to go into the living room. While I'm gone, I would like for you both to strip down totally nude, then each of you choose one of my dress shirts from the closet, and put them on. I want the shirts to be buttoned up, except for the top three buttons. When you come out, the only thing you should have covering your bodies, is a shirt. Is that agreeable to both of you?"

Diane looked at Sandy, smiled and then said, "Yes mister, that sounds very erotic."

"All right, I'll be waiting in the living room for you."

With that, Michael left the bedroom to let the ladies change into the modeling outfits.

About seven or eight minutes passed when they appeared walking down the hallway to the living room, arm in arm. Michael watched them as they made their way down the hall, and thought, Damn, they look so freaking sexy. He reached down to adjust his semi-erect cock that had been slowly growing with anticipation.

"Come and sit on the sofa in front of me" He instructed.

The two erotica models walked over to the sofa and sat down, tucking a leg under them as they sat. Michael was seated directly in front of them, so that he could see everything from where he sat.

He noticed that Sandy's legs were parted enough that he could see the shaved lips of her vagina. His dick twitched in his pants and he thought, shit, this is going to get good.




You Are My Home Ch. 04



Author's Intro.

This is the fourth installment of the continuing story of Michael and Diane. As with all my stories, all characters are over 18 and consenting adults.

To appreciate the following, you really should read the previous three chapters. There is a dynamic backstory to their circumstances and how they came together.

Thanks to all those who have voted and commented on the previous chapters. 

Some may feel this part of the continuing romance of Michael and Diane, is in the wrong category, and this may be true. However, I am looking at the overall story, with all its parts, when placing each chapter in the Mature category. The thread that runs through all chapters is the blossoming love and relationship between our two characters. So for those who are looking for strictly a romance story, this part contains a sharing scene between our main characters and a newly introduced character, Christy, the couple's hair stylist. Each chapter, including this one, is considered an important and integral part of the growing relationship of Michael and Diane.

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You Are My Home - Introductions, Christy

Diane arrived at the salon about ten minutes early. She hugged and greeted Christy, informing her that Michael would be a little late. He was hung up in a video conference with work.

Christy replied, "That's all right. Should we go ahead and get started on your hair?"

"Sure, we can do that." Diane replied.

Christy asked, "First, if it's all right with you, I would like to step into the back and get rid of this bra. That is the first thing I do at the end of the day. I really like to set the girls free as soon as I can. Do you mind?"

Diane thought for a brief moment, then replied, "No, I don't mind at all, and I'm sure that Michael will mind even less."

"Good, I'll be right back!" Christy replied with a sense of relief.

Christy is mid-thirties, with blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders. She is rather short compared to the other ladies, standing at about 5' 5". Her most noticeable features are her large breasts and exquisite bubble-butt ass. She has been divorced for about three years and is loving her newly found independence. 

Christy has been bi most of her sexual life, which was one of the areas of tension in her marriage. 

As she returned from freeing 'the girls' from their prison, she stood in front of Diane, jumping up and down, allowing her large breasts to bounce and sway in her thin t-shirt. 

"That feels so much better, thanks Diane."

Diane replied, "No problem. If it comes up, how do you feel about letting Michael see 'the girls'?"

Christy replied, "I don't mind at all, I might even let him play with them if he likes them and you don't mind!"

Diane replied with a smile, "I don't think he would have a problem with that. As a matter of fact, we both might want some of that action."

"Sounds delicious, now, let's get your hair washed." Christy ordered.

Diane sat down in the chair in front of the sink and leaned back. Christy began soaking her hair with the spray wand. While leaning over Diane, her large tits were swaying inside her thin t-shirt in front of Diane's face.

Diane remarked, "If you're going to flaunt those things in my face, I'm going to have a hard time not playing with them!"

As Christy began applying the shampoo, she said, "Play with them all you want! It would be nice after the day I've had."

Diane slipped a hand inside Christy's shirt and began to massage and squeeze her left breast.

"Oooh, that's nice!" Christy moaned.

While Diane had her hand up Christy's shirt, the door chime went off and in walked Michael. He looked over to where the girls were, noticing Diane had a handful of tit, "Sorry, am I interrupting something here?"

Diane pulled her hand out from under Christy's shirt, and said, "No dear, Christy was just presenting something I couldn't resist."

Michael replied, "Well, I can understand that. Hi, Christy, I'm Michael, as you might have guessed. It's nice to meet you."

Christy dried her hands quickly and walked over to him, extending her hand, saying, "Hi Michael, it's nice to finally meet you. I have heard some really good things about you, from both Diane and Sandy." 

"Well, I'm not sure you can believe everything you hear, but thanks anyway. " Michael replied.

Diane had previous told him that Christy would give him an instant boner, and he could certainly see why. 

Diane then spoke up from her chair, "Well, Michael, was I right? Did you get an instant boner when you saw her?"

Michael smiled and replied, "Well, I'm a bit beyond getting instant boners these days, but I'm sure it wouldn't take me too long watching Christy bounce and jiggle herself around here!"

Christy replied, "Michael, I'm flattered. Now that you are here, I am going to lock things up so that we are not disturbed."

Christy went about the work of displaying the closed sign in the window, closing the drapes, locking the door and turning the answering machine on.

"Now we won't be disturbed!" Christy exclaimed with some sense of excitement.

"Okay, Michael, if you want to just have a seat while I work on Diane, then it will be your turn." 

Michael sat down in one of the chairs lined up against the wall across from 'the girls' and the two ladies.

Christy escorted Diane over to the hair styling chair, placing the salon cape around her, and began to comb out her hair.

For most of the time while working on Diane's hair, they chit-chatted about work, life and Michael filled Christy in on the kind of work he did.

After about fifteen minutes, Diane was finished, stood up out of the chair and said, "Okay, Michael, now it's your turn!"

Michael stood up, then Christy said, "Come on over here, sit down and let me wash your hair."

Michael did as he was told.

Christy then instructed, "Since you are so tall, you'll have to scoot down in the chair a little more."

Michael scooted down about as far as he could without falling out of the chair.

"That's good!" Christy noted.

As she did with Diane, Christy began wetting his hair, and leaning over him, so that her tits were swaying in his face.

Michael remarked, "I must say, I haven't ever had a hair washing with this kind of view!"

Christy asked, "Do you like the view?"

Michael replied, "Oh I most certainly do. It is beautiful!"

Diane spoke up, saying, "Christy, why don't you give him the view full. I think he would really like that, wouldn't you Michael?"

Michael replied, "I would like any view with you girls in it!"

Diane then laughed and said, "Speaking of the girls, Christy, do you mind showing him your girls?"

Christy smiled at Diane, then leaned down to Michael's ear and whispered, "Would you like for me to give you your haircut topless?"

"That would certainly be a first for me! Yes, that would be great!" Michael replied excitedly. 

Christy then stepped back, and pulled her t-shirt over head, revealing her lovely, large breasts to Michael.

Diane said to Michael with admiration, "Doesn't she have a lovely set of tits?"

Michael raised his head up from the sink, beholding the bare breasted beauty before him. "Indeed, she is a lovely specimen of a woman." At the sight of this beautiful, topless woman in front of him, that boner was well on its way.

Christy then continued, "Okay, let finish washing your hair." She then stepped back and began scrubbing his scalp, while her bare tits were now dangling and swaying with her motions over his face.

In her motion of washing his hair, she would brush her hardening nipples across his mouth. 

Michael, being a normal red-blooded man, could only take so much of this. He then reached up and captured the tit that was directly above his mouth, and began to lick and suck on the nipple. 

When he did this, Christy seemed to freeze in her motions and began to lightly caress his head. With his other hand, he then reached up for her other tit, and began to suck each nipple in alternating fashion.

Michael could hear Diane's voice, "How is it, Michael, do you like them?"

Michael just shook his head, yes, without stopping.

Christy then began to rinse his hair, while he was still sucking on her nipples.

She then spoke up, "Michael, as much as I would like for you to suck on my tits all night long, let's get your hair cut, then we can continue this, if Diane doesn't mind."

Michael released her tits from his hands, sat up, and said, "I have a feeling this will be a hair cut I won't soon forget. Diane, did you set all of this up?"

Diane replied, "I had an idea of what could happen, and have an idea of what will still happen."

Christy directed Michael over to the other chair, and placed the cape over him. 

Christy then said, "You know, Diane, if you wanted, you could get comfortable just like me. I don't think anybody would mind."

Diane spoke up and said, "I was just wondering that myself. You don't mind if I get comfortable, do you Michael?"

He replied, "Now why on earth would I mind?"

Diane reached down, took her shoes off. She then stood up and removed her clothes, until she was completely naked. She then sat back down, crossed her legs and smiled at Michael.

Christy looked at Diane sitting in her chair totally nude, and said, "Well, looks like you got completely comfortable. Maybe I should do the same?"

Christy then undid her shorts, slipped them down to the floor and tossed them over to an empty chair next to Diane.

"There now, we are both totally comfortable!" Christy exclaimed as she resumed cutting Michael's hair.

Michael of course, wasn't so comfortable. The raging erection in his pants was begging to be free, but he wanted the idea to come from one of them. Under the cape, he could adjust his hard cock without it being too noticeable. 

He noticed that Christy seemed to be a true blonde, as she had a small tuft of blonde pubic hair sitting atop her mound.

Michael thought he would be a bit bold and allowed his left hand to drop to the side of the chair Christy was working from.

He then began to run his hand along her leg. As he was caressing her leg, Christy moved so that his hand was directly between her legs. 

It wasn't an accident, it was an invitation.

He ran his hand further up her thigh until he reached the folds of her labia and felt the wetness of her pussy on his hand. He noticed that she stood there for a brief moment and then spread her legs a little more, granting him further access.

Michael looked over at Diane, who was rubbing her own clit, while watching them. 

Diane saw where he had his hand and asked, "Is she wet, Michael?"

"Yes, she is delightfully wet!" Michael replied.

Christy then leaned down and whispered into Michael's ear, "I need to cut the other side. I want you to finger my pussy when I get over there."

While Christy walked to the other side of the chair, Michael reached under his cape, unzipped his pants, releasing his straining cock. 

Christy then began trimming the right side of his head, standing with her legs spread apart. With his right hand, Michael reached down and began again to massage the crease of her labia.

Then with his index finger sufficiently wet, he began to slowly insert it inside her wet pussy. With his left hand he began slowly stroking his cock, while his right hand pleasured Christy's wet vagina.

Michael then asked, "Can you concentrate enough on my hair while all of this going on?"

Christy said, "Fortunately, I'm almost done."

Diane was still fingering herself and rubbing her clit watching the two of them. She then noticed the obvious motion going on under Michael's cape. She knew he was jerking himself, while he was fingering Christy. This made her rub her clit with even more force, bringing her to a quick but mild orgasm. 

Having satisfied herself to some degree, Diane stood up and walked over to Michael's chair and slipped her hand under his cape. Feeling his hardness in her hands, she began to stroke him.

Christy then said, "Okay, all done." She moved herself off of Michael's finger, and removed his cape, revealing his erect cock in Diane's hand.

Christy saw his hard member for the first time, and said, "Oh my, that looks awesome, Diane! Sandy was right!"

Diane said, "Michael, stand up and take your pants off!"

Michael did so in record time.

"Now," Diane continued, "sit back down!"

Michael sat back down in the chair with his erection jutting up for both girls to see.

Diane then leaned down, and took him into her mouth. She looked over at Christy with her mouth full of dick, motioning for her to join her.

For only the second time in his life and in less than a week, he had two lovely ladies voraciously devouring his cock. 

Christy then whispered to Diane, "Sandy was right, this is a deliciously thick cock, I need this inside of me, please!"

Diane replied, "Ask him if you can sit on his cock?"

Christy looked up at Michael from his cock and asked, "Michael, I could really use this inside me right now. Can I please sit on your cock?"

Michael smiled at the ladies, saying, "Well, that's not a request you get every day, please do, if Diane doesn't mind."

Diane spoke up, "It was my idea, Michael!"

Michael then said, "Christy, climb abroad!" 

Christy stood up and said, "Let's take this to the back. I have a very comfortable sofa back there. It will be better than this chair."

She led them both to the back of the salon and pointed to a deeply cushioned red sofa, and said, "Sit here on the edge, Michael."

Michael sat in the middle of the sofa, and Christy straddled his cock. She grabbed the base of his shaft and began to ease herself down until she was fully impaled. 

Diane seated herself on the sofa, facing them with one leg propped up against the back of the sofa and one leg hanging off. She resumed fingering her wet pussy, watching her man fuck one of her best friends.

Christy began sliding up and down, rocking on his cock. With her tits almost at face level, he reached down, grabbed both of her large tits and began licking and sucking each in turn.

Michael noticed Diane frigging herself with her fingers. He released Christy's right tit, and reached over and replaced Diane's finger in her pussy with his own, allowing her to work her clit, while he drove his finger in and out of her.

Christy then leaned into Michael's ear and whispered, "Stick your finger in my ass. I climax much better when both of my holes are filled."

No woman had ever asked him to stick his finger in her ass, but he didn't need to be asked twice.

He reached down to where his dick was penetrating her pussy and gathered as much of the juice as he could on his finger. Reaching around to her ass, he began to massage her anus and then slipped his finger in. 

Christy began to breathe more rapidly, and said, "Finger fuck my ass, Michael, fuck my ass, O god, I'm cumming, fuck my ass harder, Oh shit!"

Christy was bucking and bouncing on Michael's cock like she was wild bull riding. Michael forcefully jammed his finger into her ass as fast, hard and as deep as he could.

During this, Michael was trying to keep both his hands in rhythm, one hand with a finger in Diane's pussy, and the other with a finger in Christy's ass.

Michael was now getting ready for his big blast off. "Shit, Christy, I going to cum!" 

She ground her hips down hard on his groin and flexed her pussy walls to squeeze around his cock. He began thrusting his hips upward, while blasts of cum filled Christy's pussy. 

Diane began groaning, and gritting her teeth, while she furiously worked her clit, pushing down on Michael's finger, experiencing her own pleasurable orgasmic rush. 

Christy then collapsed forward into Michael. He started to withdraw his finger from her ass when she said, "No, leave it there for now, please."

Catching her breath further, she again whispered into Michael's ear, "Sometime soon, I want you to fuck me in the ass with this thick dick of yours." 

Michael was caught off guard by the whispered request. No woman in his life had ever asked that of him.

Diane inquired, "Christy, how are you?"

Christy raised her head up from Michael's shoulders, and said, "It's too bad he doesn't need his hair cut every day."

All three chuckled at her statement. 

Michael replied, "I don't think that I could stand to have my hair cut every day, if it would be like this. I think I would wind up in an early grave."

Christy then kissed him fully on the lips, driving her tongue deep inside his mouth. As she released his mouth she said, "Yeah, but what a way to go, right?"

He replied, "Indeed!"

Christy then requested, "I don't want you guys going anywhere just yet. I'm going to jump in the shower real quick and then maybe we could grab something to eat. What do think?"

They both agreed it sounded good.

Christy released herself from Michael's cock and his finger, and ran to the bathroom where she had a small standup shower.

With Michael and Diane alone now, Diane asked, "So Michael, what do you think of Christy?"

"I'm speechless. She is a beautiful and extremely sexy lady, as is all your friends that I've met so far." Michael answered.

"Okay, listen mister, I don't want you to get the idea that you can screw all of my friends. Plus I don't want you to think that you can screw Sandy or Christy when I'm not around. I would consider that cheating."

"I just wanted you to get to know Sandy and Christy because they are the ones that I am most intimate with, and I wanted you to be a part of that intimacy. Understand?" Diane informed him.

"I got it. No problem!" He replied. 

Diane then crawled over and straddled Michael's lap, as Christy had done. He was spent and she knew it. She leaned into him and kissed him lovingly on the lips. Their tongues romanced each other, while his hands cupped and massaged her breasts.

Michael then whispered to Diane, "Christy told me she wanted me to fuck her in the ass, and soon, she said. What do you think about that?"

Diane smiled and said, "As long as I get to watch."

Diane had never let a man do her in ass. She heard that it was painful. This is something that she will need to talk to Christy about later.

After about ten minutes, Christy came out of the bathroom, and sat down next to the couple.

"Guys, I'll tell you, that was the most excellent way to end the work day. Thank you both so very much."

Michael then said, "Well, thank you too, I mean, none of this would have been possible without you, and the fact that you have such a hot, sexy, sharing friend." Michael replied as he playfully slapped Diane on the ass.

He continued, "And now, we would like to take you out to dinner, our treat!"

Christy smiled, saying, "Well, that's sounds good, and I'll let the dinner be payment for the haircuts, how's that?"

They all agreed to the barter.

They got dressed, and talked about where to go.

Diane asked, "Does everybody like Chinese?" 

The other two said yes. 

Diane continued, "Okay, there is a pretty good Chinese place here. So let's go."

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Once seated at the restaurant, they quietly talked about their recent activity at the salon. Diane explained more fully to Christy about how both Michael and her shared much of the same experiences sexually in their previous marriages. They both felt like they had a new lease on life and were determined to enjoy it to its fullest. 

During dinner, Michael said to Diane, "I almost forgot, I got an email today from some distant cousin that I've never heard of before. She lives in Washington State somewhere. Anyway, she told me that our family has about 40 acres right on the lake here. Supposedly the way that it came down from my great, great grandfather to the family, any family member may use it or improve it. They just can't sell it. How cool is that?"




You Are My Home Ch. 05



Author's Intro.

This is the fifth installment of the continuing story of Michael and Diane's romance. All characters are over 18 and consenting adults.

As with the last couple of chapters, this may not seem to fit into the Mature category. However, as I have previously explained, I am looking at the thrust of the whole story, instead of each individual chapter. This chapter might fit into the Group category, although it isn't really a group sex setting, but more of swapping, if it even fits that. Mature seems to be the best, so that is where I have placed it.

In case you have come to this story without reading the previous chapters, you will run into the letters, PTAD. This stands for Pussy, Tits, Ass and Dick.

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