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John woke from a deep sleep upon hearing the door slam shut. Without glancing at the clock, he knew it was 7:30 AM and that Margie was gone for the day. Rolling over he tried to go to back to sleep, but after few minutes of tossing, he hefted his 260-pound frame out of the twin bed in his sons’ room and headed for the kitchen. He had things to do today and wanted to get them done before he played a round at the public golf course.
As always the newspaper was on the table, coffee was ready and Margie had laid out fresh fruit and a cereal bowl for him. He poured a cup of coffee and then selected a box of cereal from the three choices Margie had out on the counter. Thoughts of Margie spending the day with rowdy bunch of fourth graders made him smile; she had always loved kids.
“Shit,” he muttered. The rift between them seemed to be widening with each passing week. He lamented the obvious, that after 22 years of marriage their sex life was in atrophy.
He knew he took her for granted, just as she seemed to take him for granted. He only fucked her on the weekends and even then it was pretty much a perfunctory one-way affair lasting all of maybe five minutes. Margie just wasn’t interested anymore. She pretty much just lay there until he was finished. In the process, John had given up on trying very hard to be a good lover.
The telephone rang. John saw on the Caller ID that it was Margie’s brother, Mike. Knowing what Mike wanted, he let the answering machine take the call.
“Lazy shit!” he cursed as he ate his cereal. John had never much cared for Mike and he wasn’t about to be pressured by Margie or anyone else to lend him any more money. For their entire 22 years of marriage Mike had been thrown in his face was someone who going to be somebody. Mike did this and Mike did that, Mike has such a great job, Mike is so smart. ‘Why don’t you do something with your life?’ was a familiar refrain He snorted, he had done something and now he was enjoying the payoff. As for Mike, ‘that dumb bastard doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.’
After he knocked Margie up in high school he did the honorable thing and married her. No one, not his parents nor her parents offered a helping hand. They both had to work to afford a dumpy trailer. They dropped out of school and he had to settle for a GED. Upon graduation, he joined the Air Force, learning to be an aircraft mechanic.
Mike who was a little older than Margie went to State U with his parents footing the entire bill. They then footed the bill for his Master’s degree in business. By the time Mike actually went out and got a job, John had been in the Air Force for five years, 25% of the way to a military pension. He was a Tech Sergeant and they had two boys Brad and Jeremy.
Over the next fifteen years, John and Margie were stationed all around the world, England, Germany, Japan, Korea as well as numerous duty stations in the states and several TDY stints in various hellholes in the Middle East. Along the way, Margie picked up a teaching degree. At thirty-eight, he retired with a full pension as a Chief Master Sergeant, and immediately found a job as an AP mechanic for a major airline.
Mike on the other hand, had two failed marriages with three children he hardly ever saw and he had jumped companies several times on his ‘climb to the top’. The only time he ever got out of the country was once to Cancun during his second honeymoon. Then the last company he was with went belly up, taking his job and all his 401-K money with it. He couldn’t afford all the child support, nor maintain the payments on his big house and fancy cars, and Mike was now in bankruptcy, begging John for rent money on an apartment he couldn’t afford.
“Get a job!” snorted John as Mike finished his baleful plea to the mechanical device.
His thoughts turned back to Margie. He realized that they really hadn’t done anything together since they settled in Rockford. They hardly saw each other during the week and during the weekends they seemed to go their own way.
Titan Air was very flexible and he had opted to work four, ten-hour shifts a week, giving him three days off. Once a month he had to pull a weekend shift, but generally he was off Friday, Saturday and Sunday. His hours were generally 2 PM to midnight, giving him the mornings free.
His schedule clashed rather badly with Margie’s. He would come home around one or two in the morning after a few beers at a titty bar and would invariably wake Margie up. Then she would have trouble getting back to sleep and she had to get up around 6 AM to get ready for school. Then she would wake him up, and he’d have trouble getting back to sleep.
They decided that since the boys were gone and were now both in the military, that there were other beds available in the house. He should simply sleep somewhere else when he got home. At first John wasn’t too keen on the idea, but worked out great, at least sleep wise despite the size of the bed.
He scanned the entertainment section of the paper and finding something interesting, resolved to make reservations at a comedy club for that evening. He would wine and dine her, entertain her, then bring her home and fuck the hell out of her. Grinning, he felt it was good plan. Margie deserved it.
John put his dishes in the sink and then sauntered off to their bedroom. Slipping on an old pair of gym shorts, he headed outside. The morning dew had already burned off, and that pleased him, as the grass wouldn’t clump together as he cut it. After putting on his ‘grass shoes’, John pulled the mulching mower from the shed.
Owning his own house, he loved gardening. Nearly every morning he would putter around doing something, mowing grass, clipping bushes, weeding flowerbeds, tending to his prize roses, planting something or propagating new plants. It was a labor of love and his yard showed it; it was immaculate. As always, he started in the back and worked his way to the front.
He finished mowing and started edging the curb and sidewalks. He knew his house would look great for the weekend, but as he looked next door, he frowned. The couple that had lived there when he had bought his house had moved to another state. The house remained empty and unsold for six months and it had looked like hell. John had taken it upon himself to keep the front yard cut, but once someone moved in, he let it be.
They were a young couple with two boys and had moved in about a month ago, but the grass hadn’t been cut since they moved in. Now the grass was very high and the weeds were even higher. Grass grew over the sidewalks and the curb. The shrubbery was overgrown. The only flowers were a pathetic half-dead clump in a clay pot near the front door.
He had exchanged pleasantries with them, but really didn’t know anything about them. They had two boys about six or seven. She was pretty, in her early twenties. Zeke was a weasel-looking guy, gaunt, and scrubby. John wondered what she saw in him.
As he fumed about the unkempt state of the yard next door and what a lazy ass Zeke was, he realized that perhaps they didn’t have a mower and that it wouldn’t take him but forty-five minutes or so to get it presentable. He set about the task of cutting the high grass and uncovering the sidewalk and curbs from the relentless runners of St. Augustine grass. It took several passes, each time lowering the wheels of the struggling lawn mower a little at a time to get the grass cut. After edging, he got out a rake and his garden cart and hauled the piles of debris to his compost pile. He was almost finished when the young woman came outside.
“Oh, thank you very much, but you really shouldn’t have done that,” she said brushing her long auburn hair from her face.
“No problem. I guess you folks don’t have a mower,” he said with a touch of sarcasm.
“No, I don’t. Zeke...”
He cut her off, “My pleasure, Ma’am.” He looked her over. She had on a green, jungle print bikini with a matching see-through sarong wrapped around her waist. ‘Nice tits,’ he immediately observed. She was nearly a foot shorter than he and seemed very petite, especially when compared to Margie who was definitely not petite.
“It looks so much better! You’ve worked so hard, the least I can do is offer you a glass of iced tea.”
John was thirsty and truly appreciated the offer. “Yes, that would be good,” he simply stated.
“Would you like to come in?”
John looked down. His hairy bare chest, legs and arms were covered with sweat, dirt and grass clippings. “Uh, I’m a bit of a mess, and I don’t want to track in a bunch of dirt into your home.”
Her big green eyes seemed to laugh. She thought a moment before suggesting with a wink, “How about coming around back to the patio. At least you’ll be able to get out of the sun.”
“Sure, is the gate unlocked?”
“Yes, I think so.”
John headed around back. Upon entering the back yard he regretted it. It was overgrown worse than the front had been. He waded through the tall grass and weeds to the covered patio. After a minute or so, she came out with a glass of tea for him.
“Do you like it sweetened?”
“No, just plain.” As she handed him the glass, he couldn’t help but notice that her eyes darted across his body.
“I was out here working on my tan. I heard you cutting your grass but I didn’t realize that you were also cutting mine until I went out front to get the newspaper. You really are kind.” She tilted her head and cautiously asked, “John, isn’t it?”
“Yes, John Jester and you’re...”
“Kate. Kate Miller.”
They chatted amicably, Kate refilling his tea glass twice. She had removed the sarong and was lying on a cheap chase lounge in the sun while John sat nearby in a folding chair in the shade. John was enjoying the chat, enjoying looking at her nearly naked, studying the all curves that were definitely in all the right places.
As they talked, he discovered that she wasn’t married to Zeke. She claimed that he was an old friend of her husband’s, and that he was staying with her for a few months while working a construction job, helping her with the rent money. She didn’t come right out and say it, but John got the impression that Zeke was a pain in the ass. She insinuated that he wasn’t her type; that he was continually hitting on her, and she wished that he would go, but she needed his dough.
She told John that a drunk driver had killed her husband two years ago and the drunk’s insurance company had yet to settle. They had very little life insurance on him and she had been living mostly off Social Security Survivor Benefits. With limited funds available she had to be very careful how she spent her money. A lawn mower was low on the list of her priorities.
John stood up. With a look of disappointment she said, “Do you have go?”
“I’m just going to cut this grass in the back.” A few minutes later he was plowing through the thick growth, struggling to keep the mower from stalling. An hour or so later, he had it under control. Kate had joined in and raked the cuttings into several piles, before he hauled the debris off to his compost pile.
Once again glistening with sweat, he headed over to the shade where Kate had moved her lounge chair. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she handed him another glass of iced tea. John suddenly became very self-conscious of his slight paunch. In the two years that he had been retired, he let himself slip and he now vowed to get it under control. Still she seemed to have a look in her eyes that was unmistakable. He blew it off thinking, ‘No way is she attracted to me.’
Kate was indeed attracted to him, as John reminded her of her late husband. John was perhaps a little taller, his hair was a little thinner, and their faces were quite different; her husband had sharp features as compared to John’s more rounded face, but the physique was similar. They both were beefy men with lots of body hair.
But what really set her off, was John, sitting there, nearly nude, covered in sweat. It brought back great erotic memories. Jim would come in shirtless, sweating profusely after running four or five miles. He would try to hug her, but she would pull away, shrieking with delight. He would capture her, fuck her and then they showered together, continuing their sexual play. As the memories flooded back, she yearned for the feel of their naked bodies slipping on a layer of sweat as they fucked away. She yearned to bury her face in his sweaty chest, inhale his manly odor and taste his salty skin. She yearned to...
With a start she realized that she was embracing John from the back, her arms were wrapped around him, her nails raking through the thick hair of his sweaty, grimy chest. John was frozen in place, afraid to breathe, fearing that he would wake from this wonderful dream. Her hands seemed to fly away from him and she let out a stifled yelp as if 220 volts had suddenly shocked her. The spell seemingly broken, John turned to face her. As she looked up, her eyes stopped at his groin. His hard eight-inch cock jutted straight out and was tenting the flimsy gym shorts. Her memories flooded back, of her late husband’s big hard cock penetrating her, filling her, making her a whole woman.
The fires of her long suppressed desires were rekindled and she looked pleadingly into John’s kind eyes. John haltingly took her into his arms and kissed her. Her soft, luscious lips yielded to his gently probing tongue. First tenuously, then with passionate fervor, she returned his salty kiss, as their tongues began a sensual dual of oral lances. John kissed his way up her jaw line. She arched her back as he kissed her earlobe and the hollow behind it, pressing her breasts into his stomach as he ground his groin into her stomach.
She pulled away slightly. The thought that she was breaking it off was cast aside at the touch of her hand stroking his stiff cock through the fabric. Even though it had been years since he’d done it, John deftly and with one quick motion untied her top and discarded it on the ground. She yanked his shorts down and with a quick series of kicks he sent his worn out shoes and then his shorts flying helter-skelter into the yard.
His pretty little neighbor’s lips descended to his throbbing man-meat. Like a snake swallowing a frog, she worked all eight-inches into her throat, gagging only once before she inhaled all of him, her lips tightly sealed around the base of his cock. He hissed with ecstasy as she deep throated him, his cock embraced by the smooth, clasping lining of her throat. For several minutes she inhaled the masculine aroma of his sweaty crotch before moving her head so that his cock would slither up and down her esophagus, her lips pulling across the tight skin of his hard cock, extracting all but his broad glans in her mouth, before descending back to the root of his throbbing dick again and again.
John was about to explode in her mouth when she released him. He clasped his hand around his dick, just behind the head and squeezed, until the impending orgasm receded. She stood up, lust filled eyes met lust filled eyes. They passionately embraced and kissed once again. John slowly sank to his knees, kissing her breasts and her navel. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them to the ground, then he licked his way from her dirty feet, up her legs to the prize between her thighs.
It had been a long time since he’d eaten any pussy and he plunged his tongue in between the folds of her pouting labia without any fanfare. Kate moaned in salacious contentment, it had been so long, so long. John explored her juicing pussy with his tongue, tracing the crease between her inner and outer lips, probing into her vagina, teasing her clit. She tasted wonderful and smelled even better, musky but not overpowering, the essence of female. Had he really forgotten how much he loved the taste of a woman’s aroused sex?
In the freshly mowed grass she stood spread leg, as his wonderful tongue swirled around and around her clit, driving her ever closer to the orgasm she needed, an orgasm that would help met her incessant but unfulfilled need. She shuddered and began to wail as her orgasm overpowered her. Her body convulsed in powerful explosive jolts of climactic sexual energy, while blinding bursts of multi colored lights exploded in her brain. Knees buckling, she sank to the ground.
Once the beautiful orgasm had receded, she dreamily opened her eyes. She found herself flat on her back with her ankles draped over the shoulders of a big, dirt covered man. He was raking her pussy slit up and down with the broad glans of his long, thick cock, mixing their seeping lubricating juices, preparing for their copulation. She hardly knew the man. ‘What was his name? Jim? No, he’s not Jim, oh god, oh god.’ He began pressing into her, his broad cock head spreading her labia apart.
“Oh, yessssssssss!” she hissed. “Oh, yesssssss!” Her cunt was incredibly tight and he penetrated her slowly. “God you’re big! No, no, don’t stop, please don’t…Uhhh! Yesssss, fuck me! Please fuck me!” she begged in a near stupor.
John really didn’t hear her. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed as he luxuriated in the feel of her young tight pussy welcoming the arrival of his cock. Slowly, so exquisitely slowly, he slid into her body, his thick cock pushing the walls of her vagina apart, stretching her neglected cunt, filling her, making her whole again. He pushed deeper and deeper into her, until his groin was mashed against her groin. He ground his hairy public bone into her still sensitive clit causing her to involuntarily jerk and shudder.
John looked down on the pretty girl, her face a mask of pure lust. He lean forward slightly and treated himself to two handfuls of firm tit meat. Kate flexed her kegel muscles, massaging his stiff rod buried deep in her needy cunt. John hissed, “God damn girl!” and slowly began to withdraw, withdrawing completely from her.
Kate looked up at him pleadingly and begged, “Please, don’t stop! Oh god, please don’t stop. I need...” She arched her back as she felt the big cock penetrating her again. “Oh, yessssss! Oh god yesssssss!”
John began a slow steady fuck with long deep strokes. She slowly turned her head from side to side, groaning salaciously. He marveled at how responsive she was. She huskily whispered, “Harder, fuck me harder.” John picked up the pace and was soon slamming into her. She urged him on, “Yes, baby, yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard. Yessss!”
Sweat streamed from every pore of his skin from his vigorous exertion as the hot sun bore down on his bare back. She groveled beneath him; her fingernails digging long bloody furrows down his back as she wildly bucked her pelvis to met every hard thrust of his wonderful cock. He felt her nipples stiffen more and then her upper body blushed. He felt her pussy muscles contract wildly around his pounding shaft like a velvet vise. Suddenly her whole body stiffened as the intense orgasmic wave spread swiftly from the epicenter of her loins, sweeping unrestrained throughout her now spasmodic body. She cried out with a wailing moan, announcing her pleasure to the heavens and to the neighborhood.
John covered her mouth to stifle the cry. She bit into the fleshy edge of his palm just as the first volcanic rush of semen surged through his cock. His vision blurred as the intense orgasm seized him and he too cried out in sweet agony. Next door, Patti Smith arched her eyebrows and set down her book.
John collapsed spent on top of her, then rolled off to the side, lying spread eagle in the grass. He didn’t know how long he had lain there when heard a lilting voice. He bolted upright. His stomach knotted into a tight ball and his ass hole puckered up as he focused on Patti Smith.
“My, my, my. John Jester, you’re a naughty boy! What will the neighbors think?” Patti teasingly admonished trying hard not to snicker. “Oh my god! If you could see your face! Look at you! You’re a mess!” and she starting laughing. Patti looked down at Kate, fucked out, covered in grass clippings, sweat and smeared grime, not caring who was standing around. “Boy, you sure did a number on her! But John, please, next time take a bath!”
John blushed and was speechless. Kate started stirring and saw Patti standing next to them. “Oh, shit,” she muttered.
“Hey Kate, was he any good? He sounded very good to me,” Patti playfully mocked.
“Oh god, this is so embarrassing,” lamented Kate.
“Don’t sweat it girl,” said her neighbor. “It’s nice to know that there are some randy people living in this dull neighborhood to spice things up.”
John started coming to his senses. “Patti, look, please, please don’t say anything...I...we...”
She held up her hand knowing what he wanted to say. “I won’t say a word to Margie big boy, but you have to promise me something.”
“Uh, what’s that?”
She grinned mischievously and said, “That you’ll come cut my grass too sometimes.”
John wasn’t sure what to think. ‘Is she coming on to me?’ He scrunched up his eyebrows and replied, “Uh, sure.”
“Well, I’ll leave you two to your yard work,” she said flippantly, then with an impish grin added, “Next time you two fuck in the backyard, be sure and close the gate.” She turned and walked away. Stopping at the open gate, Patti looked back and waved.
John and Kate looked at each other. Kate could see the pained expression of John’s face.
He lay back down on the grass and moaned, “Oh, fuuuuuck!”
“I don’t think Patti has too much problem with it,” Kate said trying to alleviate his fears. “I think she’s more interested in gardening.”
“Never mind. I just don’t think she’ll say anything.” She paused studying his dirt-streaked body. “You are fantastic mister.”
“You heard me. That was really intense, the sex that is.”
“Yeah, it was. That was the best sex...” He let the sentence trail off as he reflected that it was best sex he’d had in at least ten years, ever since that black sergeant in Hawaii invited him over to fuck and abuse his masochistic Japanese wife.
“Come on, you are a mess,” she said as she stood. “You want to join me for a shower?”
John’s eyes brightened and he grinned up at her. He tried his best to play the part of the consummate lover. “Sure baby, I never turn down an offer to shower with a beautiful woman.”
He scrambled to his feet and followed her indoors, watching her ripe ass cheeks flex as she walked. She led him to the master bedroom and then into the bath. As she adjusted the water temperature John thought back, ‘How long has it been? Five years, six years?’ Margie always fussed about getting her hair wet making the simple pleasure of a shower no fun at all.
Kate stepped into the spray, wetting her face and hair. John stepped in behind her. She yielded the spray to him and the sweat, loose dirt and debris washed away. She soaped up a washcloth and began bathing him starting with his face and working her way down his broad muscular torso to his groin and then down his tree-trunk legs to his feet. She looked up at him. “Turn around.” He complied with her request and she began washing up his legs to his butt. “Oh my! Did I do that?”
“You have scratches down your back.”
“Does it sting?” she asked as she gently wiped the soapy wash cloth over his flesh wounds.”
“Ow! Yes, it does.”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to….”
“It’s okay. Battle scars so to speak.”
“I’ll put some aloe lotion on them when we get out.” She finished his back, counting at least a dozen deep scratch marks, plus numerous raised welts crisscrossing his back, and then washed his thick arms. “Okay, my turn.”
John turned and took the offered washcloth from her hand. She was so incredibly beautiful to him, standing in the spray, water beading up and running off her naked skin. John noticed that she really wasn’t very tanned, but she did have a bumper crop of freckles across her breasts. He discarded the washcloth and opted to use his hands to wash her.
With soapy hands he made sure each breast was squeaky clean. He washed down her flat stomach to her trim bush, gently shampooing the reddish hair and then made sure her pussy mound was spotless. Then he worked his way down her shapely legs to her petite feet and stubby little toes. Her feet reminded him of a child’s, so fresh and appealing. He kissed her foot and then laid kisses up her legs to her snatch where he nuzzled his face into her. He looked up into her verdant eyes and told her to turn around.
John kissed and nibbled her buttocks and then kissed his way down her right leg. He soaped up his hands and began to work his way up, giving each calf and thigh it’s due. When he reached her buttocks he took his time, cleaning each cheek several times, and making absolutely sure that she was clean between her taut cheeks. His soapy finger stroked her anus for several minutes while his other hand finished her back and shoulders. Then he sank to his knees, and spread her buttocks.
She jumped when the tip of his tongue bore into her puckered back door. No man had ever done that to her before, not even her beloved late husband, Jim. It felt so incredible to have someone actually kissing and licking her butt. It was so nasty, and yet so very, very intimate. She reached back to hold her ass cheeks for him so that he could lick and slather her butt. Groaning in salacious pleasure, she ground her ass into his upturned face, urging him on.
The hot water gave out and John broke off his loving anal embrace. ‘Shit! I’ve never done that before,’ he thought as he pulled his face from her ass, ‘but I will again.’ He leaned forward, spreading her cheeks to plant a last lingering kiss on her lovely brown star.
As the water tickled to a stop, he sat back on his heels, looking up at the petite woman who had so thoroughly seduced him. At that moment if she had asked, he would have literally eaten her shit. Kate turned, and gazed down at the big man at her feet. She bit her lower lip. At that moment if he had asked, she would have taken him in her virgin ass.
“Mmmmmmm, you’re something else Mr. John,” she purred as she caressed his head in her hands. “How can I ever thank you for cutting my grass?”
John looked up into her smiling face and then stood to tower over her. He hugged her and rubbed his hard dick against her stomach; then he gently pushed her to her knees. She nuzzled his cock and scrotum before kissing up and down the thickly veined shaft. Looking up into his watchful eyes, she licked the crown, coaxing a drop of pre-seminal fluid from the eye. She then nibbled underneath the crown before nibbling down his bulging cock tube to his fat balls. Continuing her exploration of his generous genitals, she followed his axial line across his hairy balls to his perineum and then returning his great favor, tentatively licked at his hair-lined anus.
“Oh shit baby!” he hissed through clinched teeth. “That feels so fucking gooood!”
Regardless of his approvals, she wasn’t ready or willing to tongue anyone’s ass and she licked and nibbled her way back across his hairy balls and up his cock to the tip. For several minutes she mouthed his glans before taking more of him in her mouth. Looking up into his eyes, she sucked in about half of his cock, closed her lips around the shaft, and then pulled back creating a delightful suction. Upon reaching the tip, she opened her mouth, took half of his cock, closed her lips and again pulled back.
John watched closely as his dick repeatedly disappeared into her mouth. He finally closed his eyes and let his head fall back, bracing himself against the walls of the shower to keep from staggering as he savored the fantastic sensations created by her lips. He felt his cock tip begin to tingle and felt the pressure building in his groin. Lost in the moment, he didn’t try to stop or control it but let the sensations build and build until he sent a torrent of hot semen shooting into her mouth.
Kate was amazed at the force with which he jetted his cum, but she stayed with it, trying not to swallow, yet trying to milk him of everything he had. The stream of cum slowed to a trickle and his dick finally stopped pulsating. He began to soften and she allowed his spent cock to slip from her lips. She was about to spit it out into the drain when she realized his cum didn’t taste bad, it was salty, tangy, with a flavor hinting of bleach, but it wasn’t acrid like Jim’s cum was. She swallowed with a faint smile.
It was John’s second intense orgasm of the day and his knees felt weak. Recovering, he opened his eyes and gazed down at Kate, kneeling before his deflating prong. “Jesus, that was great baby,” he said gasping for air. “I’ll come cut your grass any day for a blowjob like that.”
She looked up at him and smiled broadly, very pleased that she had pleased him. He helped her to stand and kissed her passionately. It was very erotic for him to taste the lingering traces of his own cum in her mouth. He reflected that Margie gave good blowjobs, or at least she use to. How long since she had sucked him off, two, three years? Certainly not since they moved to Rockford.
They stepped from the shower. Kate took a fluffy towel and patted dry John’s lacerated back. His stomach growled loudly as she applied a vitamin-E fortified aloe lotion to sooth his skin. “You must be hungry. Would you like to stay for lunch?”
“Hungry or not Baby, I have no intentions of leaving anytime soon, but yes, I am famished.”
She looked pensively at him. “I really don’t have too much to offer, but come on, I’ll find something for lunch.” She wrapped a towel around her body and another around her hair.
“Are you cold?” asked John.
Reaching out and pulling the towel from around her body he replied with a lecherous smirk, “Then you don’t need this.”
After a meager lunch of bologna sandwiches and an over ripe banana, John and Kate looked at each other across the table. Without saying a word, she stood up and lead him to her bedroom.
As John sank his cock into her welcoming pussy he lamented, ‘How long since I’ve gone more than just once in a day? With Maggie it had been what, five, six, ten years?’ Four years ago there was that Captain’s wife, but he wasn’t the only one fucking that slut that night.
His balls were drained so he had at her for over an hour. Changing positions every five to ten minutes, fucking her through orgasm after blissful orgasm until he finally joined her in one final pleasant spasm of his own. He rolled off over and closed his eyes momentarily.
“John. John. John. Wake up John! You’ve got to go. The kids will be home from school in a few minutes. John, wake up.”
John groggily opened his eyes. ‘Home?’ The surroundings were unfamiliar. He looked to his left and saw Kate. ‘Kate, oh yeah. Nice piece of ass.’ “I don’t want to go home Kate.”
“Come on big boy, you’ve got to go.”
“I want to stay.”
“You can’t, so get up and go home.”
John sat up and muttered, “Fuck.”
“That’s right John, but you have go.”
John searched the room for a clock and discovered that it was 3:30 PM. School was indeed out and not only would Kate’s kids be bounding into the house in ten minutes, Margie would be home shortly afterward around 4:15 PM if she didn’t have after school duty.
He scanned the floor in vain before realizing that his shoes and shorts were somewhere out in the backyard. With a mild sense of urgency, he rose and padded outside. He gathered his belongings, pulled on his shorts and headed back home. As he pushed his mower through the gate, he looked back and saw her standing by the door, dressed in a robe. He waved and trudged on grinning smugly.
The shower stung his back this time as he rinsed the unmistakable smell of sex from his body. He dried off, gingerly on his back. He pulled on a clean pair of shorts and an old printed t-shirt. Fifteen minutes later, Margie walked through the door.
“Hi, Hon, I’m home,” she sang out.
“Hi, Pet. Have a good day?”
“They were really wound up today. I had to send three boys to the principal for picking on Jenny Holdings.”
“She’s the fat girl?”
“Yes, poor darling. Her parents are both obese and just don’t see that there’s a problem. Anyway, the boys were picking on her unmercifully during lunch. Just as I was about to put a stop to it, one of them pulled up her skirt and the other two dumped two plates of food on her lap. Talk about a mess. All three boys got a three-day, in-school suspension. Jenny had to wait for hours for her mother to bring her clean clothes. I wasn’t there, but I heard that Mrs. Holdings blamed Jenny and berated her something awful. The councilor is considering having the family investigated by Child Protective Services. What a mess.”
“How about you? You have a good golf game?”
“Uh, I didn’t play today. I talked to the new neighbors and found out they didn’t have a lawn mower, so I cut it for them. Took all damned day. You should have seen the back.”
“Why did you cut it?”
“Well, to be honest,
I just couldn’t stand it anymore so I did the front. Then when I saw how bad the back was, well, I don’t want a bunch
of snakes next door. Do you?”
Margie shuddered at the thought of slithering serpents lurking nearby. “You know I hate snakes,” she whined.
“I know. I don’t care for the bastards either so I took care of it.”
“Well, what’s for supper tonight? It’s Friday and it’s your turn to cook.”
Blowing off diner and the comedy club, John shrugged and lamely offered, “How about if I order us a pizza?”
Margie looked at him and frowned. “Not another god damned pizza,” she replied with more than a hint of irritation.
That night John wore boxers and a t-shirt to bed. Margie eyed him. Even though she always wore a sleeping gown to bed, John had always slept nude. She was about to make a comment about it but refrained thinking, ‘At least he should leave me alone tonight.’ She was right about that.
The weekend dragged for John. Margie nagged him all Saturday to give her brother another few thousand dollars to help him out again. He placated her by saying he’d think about it, but he wasn’t about to give Mike another dime. Nor was he going to waste any more time thinking of it. He was preoccupied and his thoughts remained next door and the sublime pleasures of the day before.
He saw Kate’s two boys, dressed in soccer uniforms playing in the front yard before he saw Kate drive away with the boys. Later that afternoon, he saw the boys again playing with Zeke, but didn’t see Kate. When Margie went to the grocery store, he took the opportunity to go buy a few sacks of Weed’n Feed and then stopped off at a jeweler’s.
Sunday was even worse than Saturday. He caught a glimpse of Kate once as she stood by her front door, laughing, with Zeke and a couple of his buddies. Then Zeke left, but his buddies stayed. He felt a tinge of jealously, but before it got too far he realized just how far out of bounds he was. He didn’t own her. He really didn’t even know her. What she did with those two was her business, not his.
Just as he came to grips with reality, Margie informed him that her folks were joining them for Sunday dinner. John took another longing look at the house next door and prepared himself for the ‘outlaws’.
An hour and a half later, John answered the door for Margie’s mom and dad, greeting them cordially but coolly. Before he shut the front door he noticed that the car the two men had come in was now gone.
As always, dinner with Margie’s folks was a drag. Her mother was as pompous as ever and her dad was as bland as ever. After coffee and desert the conversation turned to Mike.
“Well, we’re all family and we all need to pitch in to help Mike until he gets back on his feet,” the old hen cackled. “We’re retired and have very limited means these days. You and Margie both have jobs and you need to step up and shoulder the burden.”
Barely concealing the contempt in his voice John replied, “Mike needs to help himself. He needs to get a job.”
“He’s been trying, but he hasn’t found anything suitable.”
“Yes, suitable. He’s been trying very hard to find a new position where he can use his education and experience.”
“I can understand that, but he needs to find a job, any job, that will tide him over until he does find something ‘suitable’. He needs to get a job at a Wal-Mart, a K-Mart, whatever. He can look for a suitable job in the mornings and sling hamburgers in the afternoon and evenings.”
“He can’t do that!”
“It’s beneath him!”
“Well, I’m not giving him one more dime,” John replied evenly.
“John, you need to help him,” pleaded the old hag. “Don’t be so selfish! He’s family.”
“He’s a bum! He needs to stand on his own two feet.”
“He is not a bum! He’d help you if you needed help.”
The hairs stood on the back of John’s neck as he replied, “The hell he would. About as much as you would.”
“What do you mean by that?” she said indignantly.
“You never once helped Margie and I. Not once. Not when she was pregnant and I need a loan so that I could get my car fixed so that I could get to work. You made some lame excuse about Mike’s college expenses and then said, ‘No, you’ll just have to work something out.’ Well I did. I borrowed a couple hundred bucks from a friend’s dad. Then I worked a third job and paid him back just as soon as I could. I never asked you for another dime. When the car broke down again after I finished basic training, it stayed broken until I had the money to buy a new radiator. We walked. We had to walk to the base hospital when Margie went into labor with Brad, but an MP stopped and gave us a lift. That MP did more for us with that one act of kindness than you ever have.”
“Well I never!” blustered the old bag.
“That’s right, you never!” shot back John. “You paid his tuition, you paid for his books, you bought him a new car, you paid for the gas, he wrecked the car, you bought him another new car, you paid his fraternity dues, you gave him spending money, he wrecked the second car, you bought him a third new car, you paid all his expenses through six years of college. Not once did that lazy ass get a job to help pay his own way, not in the evenings, not on the weekends, and not even during the summer breaks. Even after he got married you were bailing him out of one mess or another, oh yeah, I know all about the legal messes he got into with drugs.”
“Well he is our son, and….”
“And Margie is your daughter. No matter, you called her a slut tramp and called me a sleaze ball. You’ve always treated us like we were trash. You even treated your own grandsons like they were trash.”
“I did not!”
“Oh yes you did and I assure you they noticed. For an example, may I refresh your memory? At Christmas, Mike’s kids get three or four presents from you, our kids get one, usually a shirt that’s the wrong size.”
“Well… Mike’s kids are so demanding.”
“Mike’s kids are bunch of sniveling shits just like Mike is!”
“You’re a mean hateful brute John Jester! I always knew you were! I’m sorry my daughter ever met you!”
John had had enough of her. “Get out of my house you old bitch and take that mealy mouthed toad with you!”
“How dare you!” The hag slapped him across the face.
John glared at her and clinched his fist. “This I my house and you’re not welcome here,” John said calmly doing his best to keep his temper from boiling over. “Now get the hell out!”
Margie finally joined the fray siding with her mother. “John, how dare you treat my mother like that?”
“She either gets the hell out in the next two minutes or I’ll call the cops and have her hauled off for trespass!”
“That won’t be necessary Mr. Mechanic! We’re leaving!”
Margie’s parents left in a huff. Even the old man was glowering.
“How could you treat my parents like that?” protested Margie as she fought back the tears.
“I should have done it twenty years ago.”
“God I hate you!” Then she stormed out of the house and drove away.
John retrieved a beer from the fridge and sat outside, collecting his thoughts, enjoying his yard. As he sipped his beer he watched the birds at his feeders and counted eight different species in the first five minutes. He watched the antics of the squirrels as they attempted to raid his feeders, first testing his latest defenses before easily defeating them. He admired his flowers and shrubs and the overall landscaping he had worked so diligently on for the past two years. It was beginning to take shape.
By the time he had finished the beer all the anger had melted away. He smiled smugly, confident that he wouldn’t be badgered anymore about helping Mike. However he was concerned about Margie. The words ‘God I hate you’ stung.
He got up and went back into the house and began cleaning up the dinner table and dishes. He wanted that task out of the way, so that when Margie returned they could talk and work things out, without her avoiding him by making a fuss about the mess. By the time he finished cleaning, the house was immaculate, but Margie hadn’t come home yet. He decided to call her on her cell phone.
“What do you want?”
“When are you coming home?”
“I’m staying with Mother tonight.” Click. Mmmmmmmmm.
“Shit!” he hissed as he hung up the phone.
John hesitated a moment, and then knocked on the door. He knocked again, but there was still no answer. He had turned to go home when Kate opened the door.
John turned and saw her standing in the partially opened door. “I hope I’m not intruding,” he stammered suddenly embarrassed.
“No, not at all.”
“Uh, are you busy this afternoon?”
“What do have in mind,” she replied with a sly grin. She glanced towards his house and added, “Where’s your wife?”
“Oh, she’s out for the rest of the day and evening. We had a little disagreement and she’s staying with her parents.”
“Oh? Well, would you like to come in?”
“Yes, yes I would,” he said gratefully.
She showed him to the den and directed him to sit on the couch. “Would you like a beer?” she offered.
“Sure,” said John looking around. He had been in the house just two days ago, but he hadn’t paid any attention to it on his first visit. “Where are your boys?”
“Dave and Hank took them out.”
“They were good friends of Jim’s. Good guys. They’ve taken it upon themselves to be uncles to the boys.” She laughed lightly, “They discovered a long time ago that it was best to work as a team, rather than be out numbered 2 to 1.”
“That’s great,” said John sincerely. She handed him the beer and sat next to him.
“They took the boys to the zoo and then they were taking them to a AA baseball game later this afternoon.”
He was glad that friends of the boys’ dad were looking out after them. He was also glad that that was the reason they had been there earlier. “Where’s Zeke?”
“Who knows? Off with some buddies from work I suppose.” She watched John’s reaction and added, “I told you, he helps me with the rent. He sleeps here, by himself, that’s all. Usually he’s either at work or out drinking.”
John nodded. He looked her in the eye, searching her face for a sign. Like the other day, he thought she had a look of longing. Then she smiled timidly and said huskily, “It’ll be several hours before the boys are home.”
John leaned towards her and kissed her. She kissed back and soon their tongues darted back and forth, penetrating into the other’s mouth, dancing a dance that left no doubt where the afternoon was headed.
John’s hand went to the soft swell of her firm breasts and found that she was braless under the green t-shirt she wore. Cupping her feminine mounds, he felt her nipple harden under his embrace. His hand slid down her shirt and tugged at the shirttail tucked into her shorts. Kate helped him get unfettered access to her breasts by pulling the t-shirt over her head and discarding it on the floor. Before the garment settled on the floor, his lips had found her perky right nipple and greedily sucked it into his mouth while he assaulted the matching nipple between his thumb and index finger. Kate sucked in a deep breath and moaned.
She tore at the buttons of his shirt, ripping the fabric and pulling several buttons off when they refused to unbutton immediately. She yanked his torn shirt open and ran her hand across his hairy chest, feeling the fullness and mass of his pectoral muscles as well as toying with his man-nipples.
While John sucked tit, his free hand fumbled with the zipper and button of her shorts. Simultaneously with an urgency born of the sudden surge of raging desire, she tore at his belt and fasteners of his chino slacks, managing to free his now unbendable cock without causing further damage to his clothes. John kicked his shoes off and pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion, then flailing away with his legs, kicking himself free of the slacks and drawers. He lay back and gasped as her moist lips tenderly enveloped his bulging glans.
“Ohhhhhh, goddamn baby,” he moaned with delight as Kate slathered up and down his sweltering shaft, his legs involuntarily twitching to the erotic sensations generated by her gifted mouth. Looking up into his eyes as she worked her mouth over his erection, she caressed him with her tongue, and then slowly withdrew, dragging her soft, supple lips along the full length of his throbbing cock to the very tip. Again and again she took his cock into her mouth, tightened her lips around the thickly veined shaft and pulled back, taking long luxurious strokes, sucking him and sucking him.“Oh fuck,” he hissed through his clinched teeth as he felt the first signals of his impending orgasm. “Oh, fuck yeah, suck it baby, suck it!”
He began to squirm. She felt his cock swell even larger in her mouth and then felt the throbbing contractions as his fleshy hose began vigorously pumping out its viscous nectar into her needy mouth. John’s head lolled back as he groaned in response to the pleasurable ecstasy of his orgasm, his eyes tightly shut as a multitude of tiny lights exploded in his lust-fevered brain. Time seemed to slow down as the sweet agony consumed him and when it had passed, all too quickly, he was left breathless.
As he slowly recovered he lay back dazed and let Kate continue to toy and suck on his now slowly deflating cock. She was obliviously enjoying herself, or rather enjoying his cock, and John saw no reason to dissuade her. She finally let his limp noodle slip from her mouth. John thought she was finished but she began kissing and nibbling on his ball sack. He watched with muted pleasure as she sucked each of his large testicles into her mouth and tongued it like she had orally caressed his dick. After several minutes she looked back up into his eyes. She let his nut slide from her lips, smiled broadly and slurped his flaccid penis back into her mouth.
“Goddamn girl,” he hoarsely whispered, “you sure like sucking cock.”
Letting his cock slip from her mouth with a smacking plop, she grinned and said, “Correction, I like sucking your cock.” She kissed his still flagging member and added, “Has anyone ever told you what a magnificent cock you have? It’s big, but not too big and your cum is delicious.” John reflected that Margie once worshiped his cock, but that was long ago.
Kate’s delicate hands once again roamed lightly across his hairy chest and she scooted up enough to kiss and suck on his nipple. “I love a big man,” she purred as she released his now aching nipple from her lips. “For a man you have big nipples,” she said just before beginning to workover his other nip.
Reveling in the sweet pain she was inflicting on him, he let her linger as long as she wanted. As if through a sixth sense, she moved away from his nipple just as it was becoming unbearable for him and kissed her way back through his hairy forest to the substantial cock that had given her so much pleasure. She straddled his broad chest as she engulfed his cock again. John now could see what he was doing and after unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, he worked them off her hips. She rose on her knees and then on the balls of her feet until the shorts could be slipped off completely never once loosing contact between his cock and her mouth.
John ran his hands over the smooth skin of her firm, beautiful buttocks. He was chagrinned to find that she still had a thong on. It really wasn’t a problem, easily pushed aside until such time as it could be comfortably removed, but John liked a woman nude, completely nude and totally accessible. The tiny garment ripped apart in his strong hands and then he carelessly discarded the ruined thong. He gripped her butt cheeks with his powerful hands, thumbs spreading her wide and pulled her pussy to his mouth. Kate released his semi-erect dick and rose up on her haunches to grind her crotch into his face.
Lifting her slightly from his face, he slithered his rapacious tongue up and down the juicy gash of her vulva. She was dripping wet with her sexual secretions and he lapped and sucked up as much of her sweet juice as he could. Licking from her clit to her asshole and back several times, he tasted and inhaled the aroma of her arousal as well as the musky aroma of her anus. Appling pressure to her perineum with his fingers, John began circling the base of her clit with his tongue. Once Kate’s clitoris was hard and erect, he licked the sides of her nubbin from the top, all the while maintaining pressure between her anus and vulva. She collapsed forward, burying her face in his hairy stomach to ride the building wave of sensuous pleasure.
As the pleasing sensations built to a crescendo, she began thrusting her hips. Her petal like pussy lips opened and shut on their own until the shockwave of an intense orgasm surged from loins throughout her body. Pussy juice seemingly gushed into his mouth. Lustfully she cried out with abandon, and then stifled her cries by biting into John’s flesh near his navel. John felt the painful bite but ignored it as he continued to lick her clit and drink from her gushing, spasmodic cunt until she was so sensitive that she tore herself way from him, falling ungracefully to the floor. Gasping and heaving for oxygen, she curled into a ball like a rollie-pollie.
John joined her on the floor at the foot of the sofa and caressed her auburn hair, her back and her buttocks. After several minutes her breathing became more normal and she began to uncoil. Rock hard again John was ready. He knew that she too was now primed for a grand fucking. He knelt and effortlessly picked her petite 105-pound body from the floor. Draping her face down over the padded arm of the sofa, he then added a sofa pillow under her hips. He spread her dangling legs with his ankles and ran his hands over her butt and back while nuzzling his hard cock in the crack of her ass. Leaning back a little, he grasped his hard, thick cock, directing it to her waiting pussy. The lips of her pouting pussy were still obscenely protruding as a result of being sucked on earlier.
Raking his broad cock head up and down her slick slit, adding his own lubricant to her labia, he growled, “You want me to fuck you girl?”
“Yesssss,” she hissed rotating her hips seductively.
“Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need. Tell me you want my big old cock in your young tight pussy.”
“Oh, yes, fuck me,” she whispered loudly as she trust her hips back trying to drive his teasing cock crown into her cock-hungry snatch.
“Tell me my cock belongs inside your pussy. Tell me that your pussy needs my cock.”
“Oh god yes. My pussy needs your beautiful cock. It needs to fucked, I need to be fucked, and not just today, but tomorrow and the next day. Please I need, I want you to fuck me!” She let out a salacious moan as she felt her thick luscious pussy lips being spread apart as he slowly penetrated her.
He paused with his glans just inside her inner labia. “When I cum, do you want me to pull out or do you want me to shoot off in your cunt?”
“Oh, god, just fuck me.”
“Okay, but do you want my semen inside you?”
“Yes, yes damn you, cum inside me. Now please fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”
John began with short shallow strokes, driving deeper into her passion pit a little at a time after every six strokes or so. When he was halfway in, he stopped to work his cock head over her G-spot, fucking her shallow, gently fucking her until her pussy spasmed and squeezed his shaft. Once her orgasm began he plunged in up to his balls and began fucking her hard.
Passionately wailing, she was swept away once again. Her knuckles were white as she tightly gripped the sofa cushions as John pounded away, fucking her through the orgasm. She went limp and John stopped ramming her, switching instead to long, slow thrusts. After three or four deep thrusts, he would pause, enjoying the feel of her tight pussy as it pulsated on his cock, and then start the slow deep fuck again.
While he fucked her he toyed with her anus, worming his fingers in and out of her tight asshole. Her contractions diminished so he pulled up shallower and worked over her G-spot again with shallow steady thrusts and soon she was mewling and raising hell again as another orgasm seized her. John pounded her pussy until she went limp again, he then buried his prong in deep to enjoy the sumptuous milking sensation of her clasping, quivering quim on his hot cock.
John slowly withdrew his tool from her delightful fuck chute once his dick began that familiar tingling. Once the cock tip was again bathed in light, Kate began to whimper. “Don’t stop, it feels soooo good. Please don’t stop now.”
“Don’t worry Cupcake, we’re not finished screwing. Do you want to flip over or do you want it up your ass?”
Kate’s eyes got wide and she almost panicked as she felt his cock head press into her anus. “No, not like that. Not up my butt!” she cried weakly as she tried to roll over.
“Okay sweetheart, I won’t force you. But tell me, is it that you’ve never had up the ass before or is it that you just don’t like it?”
“I never…I’ve never done...”
“You’re a butt virgin?” he asked with a big grin.
“Yes,” she replied meekly.
“Whooo weee! Well, what a surprise! We’ll just have to save that virgin butt hole for later.”
The possibilities raced through his mind. He had very limited experience with anal sex as Margie would never let him near her anus. His most experience was with that little Jap girl with a shit tunnel you could drive a truck through and with that weenie Captain’s gangbanging slut whore of a wife.
“You sure seemed to like it when I was licking your asshole, and you sure seemed to like it when I pushed my finger up your butt,” he said with a hopeful smile. “You liked that, no?”
She blushed, acknowledging the nasty truth and nodded ‘yes’.
“I thought so, and I’ll bet you’ll like it when my dick is up your ass too. I’ll bring over some fuck grease and take you nice and slow so that you’ll enjoy it.” She smiled meekly unsure of how to respond. “Now, do you want my big ole cock back up inside your sweet pussy?”
She smiled and nodded ‘yes’.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want,” he said teasingly.
“Fuck your ass? Fuck your mouth? Fuck your pussy?”
“Fuck my pussy.”
“Sure thing baby. Anything you want.”
He sank his dick back into her wonderful cunt. She was in an awkward position now, on her back, a pillow under her hips, her feet resting on the sofa armrest, her crotch high above her head. If John pulled out too much, his cock would spring forward and he would have to bend it down and stuff it back into her pussy. Still with each inward thrust, his cock crown relentlessly stimulated her G and she was cumming again in no time.
John effortlessly lifted up her slack body from the sofa and gently laid her on the carpeted floor. He pushed her legs far forward, almost doubling her over. Holding her feet near her head, he fucked her hard and very deep. So deep that to him it felt like his dick would come out of her mouth before mashing the head of his cock against her cervix. For her, no one had ever fucked her that deep before. Each time he slammed into her cervix she jerked.
“Not – so - deep! Please, not – so - deep,” she pleaded between panting breaths.
John adjusted his stroke and merely tagged her cervix rather than deforming his cock head against it. He let go of her legs, letting them fall to his side as he held his weight off of her. Her ankles were now bouncing freely in the air as he pummeled her pussy. A deep flush spread over her face and chest. She arched her back and she hollered as her belly was wracked by yet another orgasm. Kate punched her pelvis up and splayed her legs out as her climaxing body thrashed beneath him.
Her cunt constricted with intense waves on his cock, sweeping him over the edge of the precipice and he joined her in the swirling vortex of orgasmic bliss. His vision dimmed as his cock spewed its offerings into her cunt until he collapsed exhausted on top of the tiny girl, the two lovers forming a panting, sweaty, tangled, and blissfully fulfilled heap. As they came down the other side of the mountain they heard the front door close. They both froze and listened, but didn’t hear any other sound. John rolled his 260 pounds off of Kate allowing her to breathe freely once again. Investigating, he found no one in the house. Then he heard a truck start up. He glanced out the front window in time to see Zeke’s pickup drive away.
Later that evening Kate and John were snuggling in her bed, basking in the after glow of great sex. His hands gently stroked the soft skin of the sumptuous body he had been intimately enjoying.
“John, the boys will home soon.”
“I know. I better go.”
“Will you come back?”
“Of course I will.”
“I mean tonight, after the boys are asleep.”
“Do you want me to?”
“I, I, I just need to feel you inside me.”
“Again? Lord Kate we’ve been fucking for hours. I think my poor pecker is dead for good.”
She laughed and flipped his limp, soft penis back and forth like a bulldog shaking a dead cat. “Did we over do it?”
“I’d do it again, but it needs some rest.”
“Hmmm, that’s too bad. I guess…” She turned to him with the look of a good idea hatching in her head. “I’ll leave the patio door unlocked! That way if woke up you could sneak in and get a little,” she said playfully.
“Hmmm, I like that idea, but what about Zeke?”
“What about him?”
“I know he’s just a friend, but if he woke up and found me sneaking around in the dark, there could be some trouble.”
She sighed with resignation, “I suppose your right.”
“How about if I just come over and fuck the hell out of you in the morning. I don’t have to be at work until 2 PM.”
She bent over him and kissed his dick. “You have a date mister.”
John found his clothes and dressed. His shirt was hopelessly torn and the zipper on his pants had somehow gotten jammed. As he was about to let himself in his front door he saw Zeke’s truck pull up, followed by a car that pulled into Kate’s driveway. Two boys bounded out of the back of the car and rushed to her front door. As the door opened, the boys rushed in. Kate stepped outside, waving to the car as it backed out of the drive.
John watched with contempt as Zeke staggered across the front lawn.
“What a bum,” John sneered.
Kate let Zeke in and closed the door. John thought for a moment, deciding to go back and check up on things. Just as he got to the door, he heard Kate scream, “Let go of me! Let go!”
John bristled with rage. He tried the door, but it was locked. He was about to break it down when he remembered the unlocked patio door. Sprinting around back, he came through the unlocked patio door.
Kate was struggling with Zeke. He was groping her, having ripped her t-shirt down the front, while her two frightened boys looked on helplessly.
Zeke never knew what hit him, but the dislocated jaw he would remember for months afterward. John waited while the police filed their reports and Zeke was taken to the hospital.
The officer sniffed the air. John and Kate both reeked of sex as they were both coated with the dried fluids of their afternoon and evening long tryst.
“If you just hit him once, how come your shirt’s torn?”
“That happened earlier. It was an accident.”
The officer’s partner quizzed him again.
“I was at my front door when Zeke pulled up to the curb, just before Kate’s friends dropped off the boys. Zeke got out. He was staggering drunk. I thought I’d better check up on Kate when I heard her scream. I ran around to the patio door…”
“I thought you said you tried the front door.”
“I did. It was locked. I heard her scream and went around back. The patio door was unlocked. When I came in, he was assaulting her in front of her children. I decked him.”
“And how about you Miss.”
“My friends dropped off the boys. I went outside and waved to them as they backed out of the drive. I saw Zeke…”
“Is Zeke your boyfriend?”
“No, he’s ...” Over and over the police quizzed them and quizzed the boys. Finally the police were satisfied.
“Do you want to press charges Ma’am?”
“I don’t know. Thanks to John, he really didn’t hurt me. He was drunk and got a little too fresh.”
Once the dust had settled, John went back home. He noticed that the porch light was now on. “Oh shit,” he muttered.
Margie glared at him. Gesturing to his torn shirt, John shrugged his shoulders and said, “I got into a fight.”
“A fight! You’re pathetic! You, a grown man, acting like a school kid! Is that why the police were next door?”
“Yeah. Zeke came home drunk and…”
“He’s not her husband. He’s a boarder and an old friend of her dead husband. He came home drunk and tried to rape her. I heard her scream and went over to help.” He checked for her reaction before asking, “I thought you were staying at your mother’s?”
“All my things are here. I have to get up and go to work tomorrow.”
He could see that she wanted to talk, but John needed to end the conversation and get a shower before Margie got too close to take a whiff. “Well, goodnight.” He turned and headed to the hall bath for a shower.
As he showered he discovered the teeth marks and the blue-black bruise on his stomach. Even with his thick body hair it was clearly visible. “Shit,” he softly cursed.
He was in such a rush to get cleaned up that he forgot to get fresh clothes. He only had the torn shirt to hide his love mark. He decided that he would just hold a towel in front of him as he went into the bedroom and retrieved a clean t-shirt and boxer shorts. Then he remembered the scratch marks down his back from Friday. “Shit,” he cursed again.
His only hope was to sneak into the master bedroom before Margie was in there. He looked down the hall; the bedroom door was shut; yet lights were still on in the rest of the house. Where was she?
John eased down the hall and tried the doorknob. It was locked. Through the locked door John heard Margie say, “Go away John. Go sleep in your other bed.”
“I need some clothes.”
He couldn’t see it but she was returning his obscene finger gesture. John turned and trudged off to the tiny twin bed in the boys’ room.
John slept soundly until he heard the door slam shut. Without glancing at the clock, he knew it was 7:30 AM. He rose from the small bed. Normally the bed covers would be impossibly skewed and twisted by the morning. He had slept so soundly that the sheets were hardly disturbed. He glanced at the clock to confirm that it was indeed 7:30. Margie was gone for the day.
Naked, he plodded off to the kitchen. No coffee this morning and no cereal bowl laid out for him. That surprised him. In the past when they fought, she would still make coffee for him and lay out his breakfast, but not this morning. He fumbled around gathering what he needed to make coffee and a simple breakfast. He searched around but couldn’t find the newspaper. That irritated him. “Fuck it,” he mumbled as he realized he wouldn’t be scanning the sports section that morning with breakfast.
John found his trusty old gym shorts and yard shoes and headed for his shed. He pulled out the Ortho spreader and the bags of Scott’s Weed-n-Feed. Then he set about treating Kate’s yard to knock back the weed population and stimulate the neglected grass to grow. John knew that with a little rain, in a few weeks her lawn would be lush. As he walked back and forth, spreading the fertilizer, he envisioned rolling around naked in lush, cool grass, fucking the hell out of Kate.
“Hmmm,” he said to himself, “we could do that now in my backyard.” He grinned broadly as he went about his task.
Kate came out onto the patio, as he was finishing up the back yard. “What on earth are you doing John?” she inquired.
“Feeding the grass, killing the weeds.”
“Why not? Your grass’ll look great in a few weeks. The boys will really love playing in it. Besides…”
“Besides? Besides what?” she asked with a smile.
“Besides, it’s a great excuse to come over and fuck their mother.”
“Sounds great! But you really don’t need an excuse.” She started to open her robe. “Ahh!” she cried startled as John scooped her up, throwing her over his shoulder, carrying her inside laughing. It was time for his planned morning activities.
For John, it was a wonderful week and Kate wasn’t complaining either. At 7:30 AM, as soon as Margie left, John would go next door to see Kate and make love until noon. Then after choking down a bologna sandwich and bruised fruit for lunch, John headed off to work. When he returned home after midnight, Margie was asleep and he’d crawl into one of the twin beds in the boy’s room. Next morning, at 7:30 AM, Margie was gone and he got up. By 8:00 AM his cock would be in action.
As he was coming home from work Thursday night, he felt a little guilty. He hadn’t seen or spoken to Margie since Sunday night. He decided that he needed to at least initiate a reconciliation. Still he wasn’t about to give her worthless bum brother another dime, no matter what; and her mother, next time he wanted to see her was at her funeral. He showered off before crawling into bed with her.
“What the hell?” he muttered as the cold, wet spots rubbed against his bare skin.
“Jack? Oh, shit! What are you doing here John?” said Margie in alarm.
John flicked on a light. “I live here. This is my bed and you are my wife.” He pulled back the covers to see pecker tracks. “Who have you been fucking tonight?”
“Wha? How dare…”
“There’re pecker tracks all over the sheets!”
John boldly reached between her legs and pulled his hand across her sopping snatch. He held up his wet hand. “You’ve been fucking! Who are you fucking in my house and in my bed, behind my back while I’m at work?”
“Oh god! John, I…”
“Who?” he demanded, his face twisted with mock rage as he stood up.
“I want a divorce,” she said meekly fearing a blow.
“You got it! But listen up Margie, this is my house!”
“I don’t want this crummy house!”
“Just get out, John. I don’t love you, I don’t want you near me.”
“Fine! We are in agreement. I don’t want to be near you either. Tomorrow, I’ll call an attorney to draw up papers. No sense in prolonging this, and no sense in wasting everything away with attorney fees.”
“You can’t keep everything, I…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fair to you as long as you’re fair to me. Agreed?”
“Good. Our marriage is over as of this minute. From now on you can go fuck anybody you like. It’s none of my business! And what I do from now on is none of your business.”
“You don’t do anything I’m interested in,” she shot back.
“Good, because it’s none your business Margie. Now tomorrow, pack up what you need for the next few days and get the hell out.”
“I can’t wait!”
Realizing that kicking her out tomorrow might not be practical he asked, “Are you going to your mother’s?”
“That’s none of your business! But if you must know, I’ll move in with Thurman.”
“Thurman? Who’s Thurman?”
“Jack Thurman. He’s another teacher. He’s kind, considerate and very smart. Not at all like you John.”
“Well good. I wish you the best Margie. I really do. Just tell me one thing. How long have you been screwing him?"
"Look, I don't really give a shit. Just be honest with me."
"Two years," she replied meekly.
John snorted and Margie watched while he calmly slipped into his shorts. Then with a clear conscious, he plodded bare foot and shirtless to the horny young widow next door, closing the door on 22 years of marriage.
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