10 comments/ 39772 views/ 12 favorites A Lucky, Lucky, Lucky Man By: Rediger Dear Readers: This story is a work of fiction. All names, places, and events depicted in this story are wholly fictitious and any resemblance to, connection with, or relation to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental, unintentional, and unintended. * As I sit here at my computer and work on my latest project, I wonder just how I ever got to be so lucky. I have a nice house in a quiet neighborhood, a thriving business, a wonderful son who is quickly becoming a soccer prodigy, and a better, more beautiful woman than any average, slightly balding, 44 year old single dad deserves. Please allow me to explain... Four years ago my wife died of a brain aneurysm. It wasn't anyone's fault. She was simply planting flowers in our garden one minute and then a couple minutes later she was gone. Our next door neighbor at the time saw her fall over and rushed to help, but there was nothing that could be done. In an instant I became a single dad raising a 6 year old son. My parents were too old to help, and I had no other relatives near by. Day care didn't work out, and a live-in house keeper/nanny was too expensive. My son Tommy wasn't taking the loss of his mom very well and was starting to have trouble in school, and I was starting to miss a lot of work. After 2 years of frustration, depression, and mourning I finally decided that it was time for a change. So I quit my job, moved to the Midwest, bought a new house, and I started working as a free lance programmer. My old company was kind enough to hire me to work on a couple solo projects and then recommended me to other companies for several more. I soon had thriving one man business. Having my own free lance business was perfect because it allowed me to work from home. I was there when Tommy left for school in the morning and when he came home in the afternoon. We grew much closer and experienced things together that usually only moms get to do. The extra attention Tommy got from me was just what he needed. He came out of his shell and started doing well in school again. After a few months he even told me he wanted to start playing soccer. It was the first time he had expressed an interest in any kind of outside activity since his mom died, so I signed him up the next day. And that is when my life really began to change. A week later I stood on the side lines by myself and watched as Tommy went through his first practice. Since he had never played the game before, he wasn't nearly as skilled as the other boys, but he made up it with sheer speed and stubborn determination. I was surprised because I had never realized he was so fast. The coach clearly recognized it as well. There were a couple of moms clustered together nearby, chatting about this and that. Eventually one of them -- an attractive redhead with sparkling green eyes -- walked over to me and asked, "Which one is yours?" "Oh. My son is the kid in the green shirt," I replied. "I thought so. He looks like you. Hi my name is Roxanne Walsh," she held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Roxanne. My name is Bob Castle." "Call me Roxie. Everyone does." The she asked, "Do you work nearby? I only ask because we don't usually see the dads at weekday practice." "Uh, my wife died a few years back, so I work at home and take care of Tommy." Roxie cringed, "Oh, I am so sorry. That's me, always talking without thinking. I hope you don't think I'm rude." "It's OK. You had no way of knowing." After an awkward pause I asked, "Which one is your son?" "Oh. Jason is the big one paired up with your boy." "I see. He looks pretty good." "Yeah, he is. He has been playing since he was 5." In a flash, I thought I saw a way to help Tommy make a friend and get better at soccer. I asked Roxie, "Do you think he would mind showing Tommy the ropes? I mean, since it is Tommy's first year." She replied, "I don't see why not. I am sure Jason would love to help him. And if he doesn't, I'll kick his ass!' I laughed, "Sounds like you run a tight ship." She smiled, "I do. A single mom can't give an inch." I thought, "Hmmm, she's a single mom," but I then I quickly abandoned the idea. I hadn't had a date since Laura died, and I wasn't looking for a relationship. Also, a woman like Roxie was clearly out of my league. Mostly I think I was scared of what it might do to Tommy. The practice ended and the boys came running over. Jason yelled, "Hey mom, can we stop at McDonalds? I'm starved." Roxie said, "Sorry champ. Dinner is already in the oven. By the way Jason, would you like to help Tommy learn soccer? Mr. Castle was wondering if you would help him out." Jason looked at Tommy and said, "Sure. Tommy is the fastest kid I've ever seen. He is gonna make a great forward." Tommy said excitedly, "Can I dad?" I laughed, "Sure thing son. Roxie, why don't you give me your email address? Then we can compare schedules and set up a date for the boys to work together." Jason chimed in, "She can't. She busted the computer." Roxie glared at him, "Pipe down, mister." Then she laughed, "He's right. I guess I messed something up." Tommy said proudly, "My dad can fix it. He's a genius with computers." Roxie eyed me joking, "Is that true Bob? Are you some kind of computer genius?" I said, "Well, I don't know about that, but I would be happy to take a look. I suppose I could come by right after I drop Tommy at school tomorrow morning." Jason jumped a foot in the air, "All Right! I'll be able to play my games again." Roxie said, "That's enough of that Jason." Then she said, "Bob, it's awfully nice of you to offer..." I said, "No worries. I am sure it probably isn't too bad. I'd be happy to do it." Roxie smiled and then dug a pad of paper out of her purse and wrote down her address and phone number. "Well OK. Here you go. I guess I'll see you in the morning." I took the paper and said, "First thing. See you then." The next morning I knocked on Roxie's door. I had brought a handful of floppies and CDs with various utilities so I could diagnose her sick machine. She opened up and said, "Oh Bob. I didn't expect you so soon. I was just about to jump in the shower." I said, "I can come back another time if you like." Roxie looked a little bit groggy, standing there in a thick, pink bathrobe and fuzzy pink slippers. With her hair mussed-up, and wearing no makeup, she definitely didn't look like the well dressed, attractive woman I had met the previous day "No. No. It's alright. Come on in. I'll show you where the computer is." She led me to the family room saying, "I'm sorry, I must look frightening. I had kind of a late night last night." Then she pointed, "It's in here." Her PC was surrounded by chaos on a small desk in an alcove in the family room. It wasn't more than a year old, so I didn't think it would have a hardware problem. I stacked her papers neatly, rearranged the clutter to give myself room to work, and then turned the machine on. It booted up smoothly and then froze. "Hmmm, that's weird." I muttered. "Maybe a virus..." I inserted a bootable CD-ROM with a virus scanner on it and restarted the sick machine. The software loaded quickly and then started to run, scanning every file on the disk. After about 30 seconds I said to Roxie, "There is no need for you to just sit here. This will be like watching the grass grow. I will yell if I need anything." Roxie said, "Perfect. I'll just grab a quick shower. I'll only be a few minutes." "Take your time," I said. Roxie disappeared upstairs and I turned back and watched the scanner run. It had already found several system files that were infected. I figured they weren't the source of the infection so I let it continue. It got through about 15,000 files and then kicked out about 20 files in a row that were flagged as infected. Those files looked interesting, "probably downloaded carrying the virus," I thought. I wrote down the file names and waited. The scan finished shortly after that. I clicked on the button to clean all the infected files and the software reported that it had successfully removed the virus. Then I rebooted the computer and watched as this time it started up smoothly. I ran a few additional diagnostics to make sure the hardware was all working, and then checked her Internet connection. Everything was in working order. I looked back at the list of infected files. Except for the system files, every other one was an image file in a single directory. I browsed over to the files and clicked on the first one. I stopped breathing when I saw that it was a digital photo of Roxie, fully nude and in a very provocative pose. I clicked on another one, and it was more of the same. I could still hear the shower running, so I clicked on a few more. They were all part of a series of shots of Roxie, in various poses, some in lingerie, some nude. They were obviously professionally done, tasteful, and very artistic. Roxie looked fabulous; green eyes, flaming red hair, flawless, milky white skin, and large, firm breasts, highlighting a very curvy and voluptuous body. I clicked on one more. This one was a shot of Roxie on her side, with her legs spread and one hand stroking her pussy lips while she sucked on a man's cock. I stared at that photo for at least 30 seconds, until I realized my own cock was starting to grow. Just then I noticed the shower had stopped. I quickly closed the file, and put away my stuff, then moved over to sit on the sofa. While I waited I flipped through a magazine, not really reading it; trying not to become excited by the thought of Roxie's magnificent body. Roxie came down a few minutes later. She was still in her robe and slippers, but she had obviously put on a little makeup and combed her still wet hair. Maybe it was because of the pictures, but I thought she looked incredibly sexy. "Do you want some coffee?" She asked. "I'd love some," I said, jumping at the chance. "So did you find the problem?" "Yes I did. You had a virus infection. I just cleaned it off and the system was fine." "Really? I wonder how that happened." Not wanting to embarrass her or myself I said, "Oh, it could have come from anywhere; the Internet, or even from an infected CD-ROM. I noticed you didn't have your firewall turned on, so I fixed that as well. But you really need to install some anti-virus software." The coffee was brewing and Roxie came over and sat down at the computer. She picked up a piece of paper and asked with a tremble in her voice, "W-were these the files?" In my rush to clean up, I had left my notes behind. Roxie obviously recognized the file names. I gulped, "Uh, yes. Those were the infected files." "Did you l-look at them?" She asked, obviously embarrassed. I said, "Yes, but only a couple. I'm sorry." She looked shocked for a moment, and then shrugged and said, "Oh what the hell... Did you like them?" I tried to be diplomatic, "I thought they were vary tasteful. You are a very beautiful woman." She relaxed and laughed nervously, "Well that's very nice of you to say. You obviously didn't look at all of them because there are some real toe curlers in there." There was an uncomfortable pause and then I asked, "Roxie, if you don't mind telling me. Why did you pose for them?" She smiled, "While I was pregnant with Jason, I gained a lot of weight. It took almost two years of constant exercise and diet to get that weight off. Unfortunately it left my breasts sagging quite a bit. My ex-husband, George, bought me breast implants and a little liposuction as a present. After the surgery, I felt so good about my body again that it was easy for George to convince me to do those photos. His best friend is a professional photographer, and he did the shots. Actually I am quite proud of them, which is why I still keep them." I said, "I see. That makes sense." She continued, "After the divorce, it took my lawyer a year to get that bastard George to turn those pictures over to me. Funny, I didn't even know they were on the computer. I must have accidentally copied them there when George finally gave me that CD-ROM last month. Would you delete them off the computer for me Bob? I wouldn't want Jason to stumble onto them." I said, "Sure. But that CD-ROM George gave you is probably infected and should be destroyed. If you want to keep those pictures we should burn you a new one. I'll do that for you before I delete them." Roxie went into the kitchen to get the coffee, and I sat down at the computer to burn a new CD. I was just about to delete the files when she walked in and handed me a cup of coffee. "Here goes," I said and clicked the mouse, permanently deleting the files from the hard disk. I didn't realize that Roxie was leaning down looking over my shoulder and that her robe had fallen partially open at the top. I turned around to hand her the CD and was face to face with one of her spectacular breasts. It looked even better than the photo, a smooth, milky white mound with a large, pink areola. She had to be at least a 'D' cup. I quickly turned away, but that didn't prevent the bulge in my pants from returning. Roxie took the CD and put it in her pocket and then sat down on the sofa and sipped her coffee. I pretended to be fiddling with some of the settings on the computer as I waited for my throbbing erection to subside. Roxie sighed, "Wow, I am glad that's over. Bob, you are a life saver." I said, "Thanks, it was nothing. Well, maybe I should get going." I was hoping to escape with my dignity still intact. But she said, "Oh, don't go yet. Come over here and have another cup of coffee with me. It's the least I can do." I walked over and sat in a chair beside the sofa, hoping my boner didn't show too much. Roxie re-crossed her long legs, and my cock throbbed a little harder. I said, "The boys sure seem to get along well," hoping the change in subject would get my mind off Roxie's incredible body. Roxie just stared at me like she hadn't heard a word and said, "It's been a while hasn't it?" It was obvious she was staring at my hard on. I said, "Huh? I don't understand." "How long since you have been with a woman Bob?" This was getting uncomfortable. I croaked, "Not since my wife died." She smiled, "It's been a while for me too. Did my pictures do that to you?" I nodded, "yes." "Would you like to see the real thing?" Involuntarily, I nodded, "yes," again. Roxie put down her coffee cup, stood, and dropped her robe. She was completely nude except for a sexy pair of lace panties. Her body was everything I had seen in the pictures and more. I gasped, "Oh my God, you look fantastic." She smiled and said, "Why thank you. I am glad you like what you see." She walked over to the chair and knelt in front of me. "Since you helped me out with my little problem, I think it's only fair that I help you with your problem. Don't you agree?" I sat frozen, staring at Roxie's incredible boobs as she leaned forward and slid her hands up my thighs to my belt. She unbuckled it and unzipped my pants, then slipped my fully erect tool out of my boxers. My heart must have beating 150 times a second when I felt her soft hand grasp it. "Hmmm, I have really missed having one of these around. Let's get your pants off so I can see all of it." I lifted my butt and Roxie slid my pants and boxers down to my knees, completely freeing my stiff pole and aching balls. She giggled loudly, "Oh my gawd. You're huge. How big is it? Come on, tell me. I know all you guys measure'em." I croaked, "Eight." I knew average was six, but I never thought of myself as huge. Roxie grinned, stroking it gently and fondling my balls, "It's beautiful. My ex was only five and a half. I've never seen one this big." Her hand felt amazing. I moaned and a huge glob of precum oozed out of the tip and started to dribble down the fat head. Roxie quickly dived forward and slurped it off, murmuring "Mmmm, you taste really good too." "Damn, that feels wonderful." I said, looking down at her. I couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman had her hand wrapped around my hard cock. Roxie looked at me, her green eyes glinting, then winked and slipped her mouth over the swollen head. She gently suckled it, tickling the underside of the glans with her tongue as she continued to stroke it slowly. A shockwave a pure pleasure shot through my body and I moaned "Ohhhhhhh." With a soft moan, Roxie's mouth opened wide and engulfed me, swallowing a third of my cock. My groans grew louder as she slowly began to bob up and down, sucking a little more intensely and stroking me in a steady rhythm. She used one hand to tenderly fondle my engorged balls and the other hand to slide up and down in sync with her mouth. Every few strokes she used her tongue to tease me with long swipes just under the head, seeking that extra sensitive spot. After about a minute, she pulled off for a moment gasping, "Wow, you are REALLY hard. And your balls feel awfully full. I'll bet there is a huge load in them." I panted, "Oh God, please don't stop." Roxie grinned, "Don't worry baby, I am not gonna stop now." Then she slipped her mouth back over my aching cock and began to suck and stroke again. Slowly her pace increased, faster, harder, until I was groaning on every stroke. "Oh! Oh! Ohh! Ohh! OHHH!" Suddenly I felt my balls pull up into my groin, and my cock twitched. "Oh Fuck," I groaned, "Here it comes." Roxie pulled her mouth off of me and jacked my cock hard, pointing it right at her firm boobs. "Go ahead, Bobby!" She squealed, "Let it go. Shoot it all over Roxie's big titties. C'mon; show me what you've got." "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I groaned. My ass cheeks clenched and my balls boiled as a long, thick stream of hot, white, goo erupted from my cock and splattered all over Roxie's tits. I grunted again and again as several more spurts blasted from my cock and landed on the target. Then I collapsed back onto the chair, my balls throbbing and my cock shriveling. Roxie slipped her mouth back over my shrinking meat and sucked on it gently, swallowing every bit of the remaining cum. Then she leaned back and I saw what I had done. Her massive tits were streaked with cum, and she was slowly massaging into her skin like some kind of exotic cream. She stuck her fingers into her mouth and sucked them, then said. "Wow that made me so hot!" I smiled weakly and said, "Well then let me return the favor." I pulled off my shirt and we switched places, her in the chair and me kneeling in front of her. Roxie giggled as I slipped off her sopping wet panties, and then paused for a moment, admiring the beautiful spot between her legs. Her pussy was carefully shaved, leaving a neatly trimmed strip of curly red hair just above it; her milky, white skin contrasting starkly with her swollen, red lips. Eagerly, I moved my head forward and started kissing her legs at the knees, and then slowly worked my way up her inner thigh to her hot, wet slit. Roxie slid forward, pulling her legs back slightly to give me better access. Gently, I slid my tongue over her slick pussy lips, starting at her anus and ending at her clit with a gentle swirl. Then I began to work my tongue slowly up and down, gently teasing her lips and slit, but staying away from her swollen clit. Roxie moaned lightly "Mmmm, that's nice." As soon as my tongue had excited her sufficiently, I began to slide my fingers in and out of her tight, hot cunt. I twisted them, pulled them, and rubbed them every way I could, trying to stimulate as much of her as possible. Then I extended my tongue and brushed her clit gently, flicking the sensitive bud a few times. I felt her shudder and whisper "Yessss! Oh Yesss, Bobby. Right there. Do that some more!" A Lucky, Lucky, Lucky Man After that I started using my whole tongue, licking up and down over her clit for several minutes, until she began to pant and moan. Next, my lips closed around the tiny nub and I began to suck while at the same time my fingers continued to fuck her tight hole. Roxie cried out enthusiastically, "O-oh y-y-yesss, just like th-that." Encouraged, I continued the same actions until she started to thrust her hips up towards my face. I actually had to hold her down so that I could keep my mouth in contact with her heaving snatch. "Oh, yessss! Eat mee!" she cried out. Five or ten more full licks across her clit and she screamed "Oh, gaawwdd! I am c-c-cuuuummming..." Suddenly Roxie's legs snapped together and she wailed, "Oooooooooh!" as an intense orgasm washed over her. She began to shudder and buck but I held on and kept licking and sucking as wave after wave hit her. Finally she collapsed and whimpered for me to stop. I stood and stretched my back, my cock rock hard again and bobbing lewdly right in front of her. I started to move forward, ready to fuck her right there, but she stopped me. Her green eyes were ablaze with passion as she said, "Bobby, I want to. Really, you don't know how bad I want to. But I am not on the pill any more, and I don't have any condoms. Do you?" I stopped cold, and started to laugh. "I haven't carried a condom in my wallet since I was a teenager." She giggled, "Well isn't this a silly predicament. Don't worry; I'll take care of it. I don't want to leave that monster angry." Roxie climbed onto her knees in the chair and sucked me off again, this time swallowing every drop. Afterwards, we took separate showers, her first then me. When I came down the stairs, Roxie had prepared some sandwiches for us. I looked at my watch and saw that it was lunch time. As I sat down at the table, she poured me another cup of coffee and then pulled out the chair across from me. Now that I had thought about it for a while, I was feeling kind of awkward and I had no idea what to say. I didn't really even know this woman. Roxie smiled and said, "Bob, I don't want you to get the wrong idea..." "Uh, I don't understand," I said. "Well, for starters I am not some kind of slut that jumps into bed with anyone. You are the first man I have been with since my divorce." "I am not sure what to say." I felt strangely flattered. "You don't have to say anything. What just happened was two people making each other feel good...really good! That's all." I smiled, "Yeah, it was really good. God you were fantastic! But Roxie, I don't think I am ready for any kind of relationship yet." I didn't want to tell her I still thought about my dead wife every day, and I felt guilty as hell about what had just happened. Roxie laughed, "Who said anything about a relationship? I don't want one either. Believe it or not, I like my life just the way it is right now. Maybe someday, I'll change my mind but who knows. Can we still be friends?" I thought for a moment, then said, "Sure, why not?" * * * Over the next couple weeks I saw Roxie a lot and slowly became comfortable with the idea of having her as just a friend. It turned out we had a lot in common; our taste in music was similar and we both liked many of the same authors. I won't say I wasn't tempted to ask her on a date; the memory of that one, incredibly hot sexual encounter was still fresh in my mind. But I didn't want to risk losing the only real adult friend I had in this new town. One afternoon I was waiting in line to pick up Tommy after school when I saw Roxie standing outside her car, talking with another woman. I waved at her and she called me over. "Hi Bob! I want you to meet Vicky Johnson. Vicky, this is Bob Castle." "Very nice to meet you Vicky," I said. Being quite bookish when I was younger, I had always had a thing for librarians and Vicky was kind of cute, in a librarian sort of way; pretty blue eyes obscured by thick glasses, dirty blond hair pulled back in a messy bun, and a petite but busty figure concealed under an unattractive, below the knee business suit. Vicky smiled, "Nice to meet you. Roxanne has told us so much about you, I feel like I already know you." Her voice was high-pitched, almost like a little girl's. I looked at Roxie and said, "Us? Who's us?" Roxie grinned, "Oh, just the bridge club. We have a weekly game and I told all the girls about you." I wondered just what she had told them, "Oh really?" Vicky chimed in, "By the way Bob, do you play bridge? One of the girls in our group is getting married, and we need someone to replace her." I said, "But I'm not a single mom..." Roxie laughed, "Oh Vicky, what a delicious idea. I'll check with Nancy, but I am sure she won't mind." I stuttered, "B-b-but..." Roxie said, "Oh, quit fussing Bob. It will be fine. I'll send you an email with the details. Look, here comes the boys!" And just like that the discussion was over. Later that evening I got an email from Roxie. It wasn't much of a club since there were only four members, all single moms, Roxie, Vicky, Nancy, and Linda. Linda was getting married so I was replacing her. Basically, the game was just a weekly 'girls night out' kind of event, held every Friday at 7pm. They rotated from house to house, with the host providing the drinks and food. It turned out that we all had 10 year old sons in the same grade, and they all knew each other. One of the moms also had a 16 year old daughter, who watched the boys for $20 a head. That week the game was to be at Nancy's house. Tommy and I got there promptly at 7pm and Nancy answered the door saying, "You must be Bob." She never stopped talking as she whisked us inside, "It is so nice to finally meet you...and you must be Tommy...the boys are all down in the basement playing video games...why don't you just run down and join them." Nancy was a tall, athletic, classy looking brunette. She was a little light in the bust, but more than made up for it with her long legs and a truly spectacular ass. She clearly know how to show her best assets because she was wearing tight body suit and a slinky pair of exercise shorts that barely covered her perfectly shaped globes. Tommy ran off down the stairs, and Nancy took my hand and led me into the family room. The furniture had been pushed back and a card table and chairs were set up in the middle of the room. On another table was an assortment of snacks and small sandwiches. Roxie and Vicky were both in the kitchen laughing as they mixed up a batch of strawberry daiquiris. Nancy asked, "Can I get you a drink Bob? Let me guess...you look like a Martini drinker..." I laughed, "That's amazing." Nancy said, "It's a gift." She walked over to the counter and started mixing my drink. Roxie smirked, "It isn't a gift, its years of experience as a bar slut." Nancy laughed and stuck out her tongue at Roxie, "Ha ha, very funny. Don't listen to her Bob. I could never be as much of a slut as Roxie." Vicky giggled, "Meow!" I was beginning to wonder what I had gotten myself in to when Nancy brought me my drink. We walked into family room chatting; in less than 10 minutes she managed to get my whole life story and update me on hers. It turned out her husband had taken a job in Hong Kong and basically abandoned her. They were legally separated now, but the divorce was stalled until he came back, which wouldn't be for another 2 years. The game started with Nancy and me as partners against Roxie and Vicky. I hadn't really played much before, but Nancy was excellent, and we quickly won a couple games. After that we switched partners, and I was teamed with Roxie. Vicky and Nancy cleaned our clocks after which Roxie laughed, "Oh gawd, I need another drink." The night went pretty much like that for a while. The girls talked about recipes, clothes, the kids, school, and mostly about their exes. I didn't say a lot unless one of them asked me something. I noticed that Vicky seemed to be complaining the most, and also drinking the most. Apparently her ex-husband had recently succeeded in cutting off her alimony because she had gotten a job. He was still paying child support, and making the house payments, but money she was making didn't cover the alimony she used to get. About 10:30, Nancy's daughter Debbie came upstairs and announced, "The boys want to have a sleepover." Nancy looked around the table and said, "There's no school tomorrow so it's OK with me. What do you all think?" There were nods all around the table, so I agreed as well. Debbie shrugged and griped, "OK I'll dig out the sleeping bags. Then I am done with those squirts!" She stomped back downstairs and Nancy called "Last game." When we were finished, Nancy pulled me aside and said "Would you mind driving Vicky home? She came with Roxie, but I don't think either of them should be driving. I'll make Roxie sleep here on the couch." I would have preferred to drive Roxie home since I knew her better, but instead I politely said, "I would be happy to drive her home. Can you give me directions?" Nancy wrote down the directions, and we headed out. Vicky was definitely in no shape to drive and almost fell before she got to my car. I helped her in, and then we drove off. Thankfully it was only a short drive to her house and we got there quickly. I walked her to the door, and she managed to get it unlocked, then walked in and flipped on the lights. There was a bright flash, and then darkness. "Goddam fucking cheap bulbs," she grumbled. I asked, "Is there another light?" She mumbled and pointed, "Over there." Thinking back now, I realize I should have probably left her to fend for herself. It was just so predictable, like a scene from an old 'B' movie. A dark room and two people who were a little lonely and pretty drunk, the perfect formula for sex. I turned to walk across the room and bumped right into Vicky. She clung to me for a moment, and then put her arms around me and whimpered. I reacted like anyone would and comforted her. Then I looked down at her and she looked back up at me. Her glasses were gone and her deep blue eyes were burning with need. The next thing I remember is the two of us on the floor, almost naked and kissing passionately; hands roaming everywhere, touching, stroking, and rubbing. Then Vicky climbed on top of me and started riding my hard shaft like a sex maniac. I never knew a woman could cum so fast or so many times in one night. We fucked like rabbits for hours, and then fell asleep exhausted. When I woke up, the sun was just coming up and I was still lying on her living room carpet, covered with a blanket. Vicky was just sitting there, wrapped in an afghan, hugging her knees and watching me when I opened my eyes. Her hair was loose, falling in long waves onto her shoulders. Without her glasses, her deep blue eyes sparkled brilliantly and her face was much prettier. All I could think to say was, "My goodness Vicky. You're absolutely beautiful." She smiled, "Do you really think so Bob? It's been a long time since anyone said that to me." I expected her to be nervous or self conscious, but she sounded and looked happy and contented. I looked around at the clothes scattered all around the room. "Well, I guess we got carried away last night." She smiled brightly, "Yeah. But it was great. Can I tell you something Bob?" I sat up and pulled the blanket around me. "Sure, you can tell me anything." She giggled, "Some of it is still a little fuzzy, but last night was the best sex I ever had. I think I had at least four or five orgasms. You are a fantastic lover." I thought for a moment and then said, "You were great too, Vicky. Very sexy!" She giggled again and hugged a pillow, "Really? Oh my..." I looked at my watch and saw that it was 5:45am. I said, "Well I should probably get going. Tommy will be coming home in a few hours." Vicky's face lost that happy glow in an instant. "Oh? So soon?" She looked down at the floor and said, "I was hoping we could...you know...do it again?" I was surprised and a little flattered, "I'm not sure that is such a good idea, honey. Besides, I am not even sure I can. You pretty much wore me out last night." She smiled then said, "Are you sure I can't change your mind?" She stood up and allowed the afghan to slide slowly off her shoulders. For the first time I got a chance to really see her entire body naked. Vicky looked like a tiny goddess; deep blue eyes, pouty lips, long blond hair, full, round breasts, narrow waist, generous hips, and slender, shapely legs. Her pussy wasn't shaved, although it was neatly trimmed and already dripping with desire. Despite my reservations, I felt my penis begin to rise. Vicky took a step towards me whispering, "Please stay Bob. I'll do anything you want...anything..." She sounded desperate and needy. I don't know if I felt sorry for her, or if I was just turned on, but I stayed. She was just so damn sexy I couldn't help myself. For the next 2 hours we sucked and fucked in every position imaginable. Vicky was practically insatiable, cumming quickly and often. When I finally left, she was sprawled naked across her bed, snoring softly. I stumbled out to my car and headed home. When I got there I showered, shaved, and then sprawled on the couch to take a much needed nap. About 11am, Roxie and the boys plowed noisily through the door and woke me up. As the boys rushed out into the back yard to play, Roxie walked over and handed me a large coffee and an apple Danish. "I thought you might need this," she said smiling. I grunted, "Thanks." After a couple sips I asked, "Have you seen Vicky today?" Roxie smiled, "We just dropped off Jeff. She looked like the bad side of a train wreck, but I've never seen her happier." "Did she say anything?" "She didn't have to stud. I've seen that look on my own face." I rubbed the back of my neck and explained, "I didn't mean for it to happen...I am such an idiot..." Roxie laughed quietly, "No you're not. Vicky really needed some comforting, and I am sure it didn't do you any harm either." I worried, "Y-you're not jealous, are you?" Roxie laughed, "Well, maybe a little. But you are both my friends and I want you to be happy." I didn't know how to ask what I wanted to ask, "Do you think Vicky w-will want more..." Roxie giggled, "More what? Sex?" I groaned, "No, I didn't mean that. Will she expect me to start dating her?" Roxie started laughing, "I don't think so. She likes someone from her job." "Then why...with me?" "I am sure it was just a one time thing. Don't worry about it." I leaned over and rubbed my neck again. It was really sore and all this tension wasn't helping. I didn't understand why, but it bothered me that Roxie didn't seem the least bit jealous. I said, "Geez, I am so stressed out. I really need to get to the gym and work off some of this tension, but I have a ton of work to do before Monday. It'll probably take me all weekend." Roxie said, "Go ahead. Finish your project. I'll take Tommy to the game later and then he can stay over tonight. Come by tomorrow and pick him up when you're done. I said, "Roxie, you are a life saver." * * * So I had a full Saturday free to work. This was my biggest project to date and it would pay enough money to finally get us ahead again. I had other projects lined up, but not for another month so I was looking forward to a well earned rest when I finished this one. Without Tommy to attend to, I buried myself in the final set of bugs, and killed them all over the next 8 hours. After that I simply had to run some stress testing for a few hours and I would be finished. Since the testing was automated I decided to head for the gym and work off some stress. The gym is not really a gym at all. It is simply a small exercise room at the local recreation center. It has all the necessary equipment, just not more than one or two of each machine. There are no locker rooms, but there are four individual changing rooms, each with a shower stall. They remind me of the showers you find at big airports for international travelers. It wasn't much but at least the price was right. I got there about 8pm and started my workout. It was a Saturday night, so the place was deserted and I was able to work quickly. I was almost through my normal routine when Nancy walked in and started using the stair master. Not wanting to be impolite, I walked over and said "Hi." Nancy said, "Oh, Hi Bob! I didn't see you. Do you work out here all the time?" I said, "Yeah, a couple times a week, usually during the day while Tommy is in school." "Oh, that's why I haven't seen you before. I come just about every night at this time. I usually have the place to myself." I said, "Well, it shows. You have a very trim, athletic body." She smiled, "Thanks. At least you noticed. My husband never did." Then she looked me up and down, her eyes lingering for a moment on my groin, "You look like you are in pretty good shape yourself. Roxie never told me you had such a nice tush." I blushed, but recovered quickly, "Thanks. Well I need to get back to work. Have a great workout." She smiled and winked, "Oh, I intend to Bob." I was ready to do some cardio, so I climbed on a stationary bike right behind Nancy and watched her beautiful ass bounce up and down as I pedaled. She finished before me, waved, and then moved on to another machine. I put in another 5 miles on the bike, and then headed for the shower. I turned the sign to 'occupied' and less than 30 seconds later I was naked and relaxing under the powerful stream of hot water. I leaned forward and let the water hit my head and shoulders full force, tingling as the rivulets of water cascaded down my tired body, washing away the accumulated sweat and exhaustion. I closed my eyes and drifted for a moment, picturing Nancy's perfect ass naked in front of me. Suddenly I felt the shower door open and a cold blast of air flow over me. An instant later I felt the unmistakable sensation of a soft, distinctly female body press against my back. Without even turning around I knew it had to be Nancy and instantly my dick began to get hard. Without a word she took the soap and began to rub my shoulders and neck, and then reached around to soap my chest. Her hands felt great, feminine yet strong, and soon my prick was fully erect, standing straight out in front of me. Nancy was still behind me and so far not a word had been spoken by either of us. It was a little bit eerie, but also very erotic, so I just relaxed and enjoyed it. Her hands slowly moved lower washing my abdomen, then all the way down one leg before switching to the other. Then she soaped up my back, lingering for some time on my ass and between my cheeks. Next, she gently moved me into the spray, rinsing me thoroughly before sliding around in front of me. Now I could see her through the steam and mist. Nancy's breasts were small, but perfect, with long, stiff nipples standing proudly out from her small, brown areolas. Her waist was trim and her tummy was flat and muscular. I don't think there was an ounce of fat anywhere on her body. She looked into my eyes and then grabbed my cock with a soapy hand and started to stroke me. A moment later she slid her other hand between my legs and began to manipulate my balls between her soapy fingers. I could feel the tension rapidly building in my groin as her hand continued to stroke me, gradually increasing in pace and intensity. Then without warning, the hand that was rubbing my balls suddenly slid up between my cheeks and began to tease my anus. My legs began to shake and I moaned "OH FUCK!" In a single movement, Nancy's finger entered my ass and pressed hard against my prostate while at the same time she knelt and plunged her lips down over my cock, embedding my full length down her throat. Her moans of pleasure sent tingling sensations coursing along my throbbing rod and with a loud grunt I exploded, spewing one long, continuous stream of hot, cum over her waiting tonsils. A Lucky, Lucky, Lucky Man After that first, massive spurt, Nancy pulled back until only the sensitive head was still on her tongue, capturing whatever cum was left in my still twitching cock. She continued to gently suck and tease, using her talented mouth on my semi-hard cock until she felt it begin to rise again. As soon as I felt hard enough, I pulled her up, turning her around and bending her over in front of me. She grabbed the towel bar to steady herself as I lined myself up and slowly shoved the tip of my cock into her cunt. Nancy's pussy felt amazing, hot and silky, and yet alive and pulsing with movement. It was somehow different than any other I had felt before or since. Not better, just different. I groaned with pleasure and started to fuck her, sliding my cock in and out of her cunt, deeper and deeper with every thrust. Nancy started moving her pussy in rhythm with my hips, pushing back against me, gasping and groaning with every long stroke I made. She was incredibly good; her pussy seemed to grasp and pull and squeeze my cock every time it plunged inside her. "Oh fuck," she hissed, "harder, fuck me harder..." In reaction I started to drive faster and deeper, my belly slapping loudly against her ass with every thrust. Nancy continued to gasp and groan, pulling me deeper and deeper inside. I don't know why, but I slid a hand up her bare back to her hair and grabbed a handful of it, tugging her head back, taking charge and making sure she couldn't escape the relentless pounding of my hard cock. Soon after Nancy started trembling convulsively, screaming "ohhh fuck, ohhh fuck, yesssss." Then her body started to shudder and she cried out frantically "OHHH FUCKKK... I'M COMINNGGGGG..." She continued to thrash and scream, but I wasn't done. For minutes now I had been staring down at that perfect ass. I wanted it and I was going to have it. I pulled my cock out of her heaving pussy lined it up with Nancy's asshole. Somehow, Nancy knew to lower her head and raise her butt upwards a little, positioning it perfectly for my invading dick. I reached down and coated my fingers with juice from her pussy and lubricated her puckered hole. Then I pressed forward and was surprised as half my cock slid into her with little resistance. Obviously anal sex was nothing new to Nancy, so I began to move, sliding gradually deeper into her. I pounded her ass for what seemed like an eternity before my empty balls finally recharged and let loose once again, filling her dark hole with hot, sticky cum. As my cock unloaded she shook violently once again, whimpering, "Oh fuck, ahhhhhhhhh!" Suddenly it was over, I could do no more and Nancy was spent. She turned to face me, and I pulled her into my arms, kissed her, and then held her until she stopped trembling. Then I let her go and dipped my head back into the spray to clear my mind. I felt the cold rush of air as she walked out of the shower. I quickly turned off the water and exited the shower but Nancy was nowhere to be seen. I dried off and dressed as fast as I could hoping to catch her, but either I was too slow, or she didn't want to face me. The whole thing hadn't taken more than twenty minutes, and other than words spoken in the heat of passion, neither of us had said a thing. * * * The next morning, after sleeping like a dead man for almost 10 hours, I called Roxie and we decided that I would come by at 1pm and pick up Tommy. That gave me a couple hours, so I made myself a hearty breakfast and read the paper, feeling more relaxed and refreshed than I had in quite some time. I had quite a bit of time to think, and I decided that all this screwing around had to come to an end. Roxie was the one I really wanted, and it was time I told her. When I got to Roxie's, she called out for me to "come on in." She was in the kitchen slicing a freshly baked ham. It smelled extremely yummy and mouth watering. She stopped cutting for a moment and asked, "Did you get your project done?" For a second I froze and just stared at her. Usually Roxie wore sweats or other loose fitting, casual clothes around the house. In fact, except for that one time we had sex, I don't think I had ever seen her in anything remotely sexy. But today she looked great. She was wearing a low cut, white sleeveless top and was practically poured into a pair of designer jeans. Her firm, braless tits were quite visible through the thin material of her top, jiggling seductively every time she cut another slice. Her makeup was light and flawlessly-applied, accentuating her beautiful green eyes and luscious red lips. And she had done something different with her fiery red hair, giving it a tousled, windblown look that appeared casual and yet sexy at the same time. Even the apron she was wearing did nothing to detract from her spectacular look. I snapped myself back to reality and said, "Yes, thanks. Taking Tommy off my hands was a big help." "No problem, I was happy to do it. I talked to Nancy this morning. She told me she saw you at the gym. You must have gotten a good workout because you certainly seem much more relaxed today." Roxie's eyes were sparkling and there was a knowing smile on her face. "Uh, yeah. It was great." I replied, wondering what Nancy had said. Then remembering why I was there I asked, "By the way, where are the boys?" Roxie said, "Oh. I hope you don't mind, but I asked Debbie to take them to the movies. They won't be back until after 4." I said, "No, that's fine." Then I asked, "Did you do something different with your hair?" Roxie smiled and pulled off her apron. "Why yes, do you like it?" "I think you look fantastic!" "That's what I was hoping for. Bob I was wondering, since you aren't hungry, what do you think we ought to do to kill the next couple hours?" She took a couple steps in my direction, and then slipped her arms up over my shoulders and around my neck. I smiled, "Now Roxie, I thought we agreed we would just be friends..." She pouted, "Yes, I know. But there is no law against friends helping each other out is there? By the way, I am back on the pill again." She leaned in and kissed me softly, toying with the hair on the back of my head. I pulled her closer and asked, "What am I going to do with you?" She put her lips next to my ear and whispered, "I hope you are going to fuck me with that big, hard cock of yours." A minute later we were upstairs in her bedroom. We took our time, kissing and slowly undressing each other, exploring and caressing each other's excited body and naked skin. I smothered her mouth and breasts with passionate kisses, allowing our lust grew slowly, gradually, until we naturally slid together. I entered her and she gasped, "Oh my goodness," as I stayed perfectly still, my cock throbbing inside her velvety, soft pussy. Then I slowly began to move my hips, penetrating her fully with every thrust, feeling her cunt squeeze my swollen cock head every time I withdrew as if it was unwilling to let go. The minutes went by uncounted as we fucked, gradually building in intensity, climbing higher and higher towards that ultimate peak. Roxie wrapped her legs around me and I began to moan incomprehensibly, pounding her like a rutting animal, no longer in control of my own cock. She simply kept whispering, "That's it. Fuck me. Keep fucking me baby. Don't ever stop." There was no surprise when our orgasms came together. We simply reached the peak and then tumbled over the edge. Roxie cried out, "Ah Ah Ah Ah Aaaaaahhh," and arched her back as her quivering pussy clamped hard around my swelling knob, squeezing it mercilessly. I grunted "Fuuuuuucckk," and shoved my cock deep inside her, reveling in the incredible release as I blasted out jet after jet of cum. When it was over we lay in each others arms, kissing softly, our bodies still joined, and our juices still mingling. Roxie looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her and I wondered how I could ever just be her friend again. From the way she was looking at me, I knew she was wondering the same thing. Now as I sit here finishing this story, I realize how wonderful Roxie really is. She obviously knows all about Vicky and Nancy, but she has never said an angry word to me or either of them as far as I know. We all still get together every Friday to play cards, and even though I share a special bond with all of them, there is only one woman I want to go home with.