Day Thirty-five - Sunday
I woke up snuggled against Sue's delicious pillows. It was so comfortable I didn't want to move, so I didn't. All I could think of was how lucky I was to have Sue lying next to me. I should probably go to church and thank the big guy for what he had given me these last few weeks. He deserved some big thanks.
I glanced at the clock to see it was only six, a little early for a Sunday, but it was when we usually woke up. The longer I rested, lying against Sue's breasts, the more my little head was thinking of my marital privileges and responsibilities. Sue lifted my face to hers, kissing me, "Me too, I always want you in the morning."
We shifted around and I slid gently and slowly into her. "I love you girl. You are the answer to a guys dreams and prayers. Loving, smart, sexy, and a great friend, you are everything to me."
With tears in her eyes, Sue kissed me then, "You are my answer too. You've been everything I could want in a man, everything. I love you so much."
Our mutual stroking became faster until we both stiffened and continued stroking through our orgasms until we collapsed, snuggling into each other.
"I just love the feel of your stuff leaking out of me all around that long, fat thing still in me. I know that your stuff is hunting for an egg it can't find yet."
"So when do you want an egg to be found?" I asked thinking that would be a good question.
Sue attacked my mouth, crawling up on me hugging me, kissing me, saying, "you won't be sorry, I'm going to be the best wife and mother there ever was or ever will be. I'll stop the pills with the last one coming up and then, you're going to squirt me, sperm me, come inside me everyday, as often as you can. We'll have a boy first, then a little girl, then another of whatever it will be. Oh Steve, I love you, thank you for letting me be a mom."
I guess that was a good thing to say. Wow! What a reaction.
We kissed some more, then showered. While I dressed in shorts and T-shirt, Sue was in one of her transparent robes. We made coffee, with Sue sending me to the Seven-Eleven to get donuts and rolls. She told me to get a bunch as she had invited the two young couples to come over for coffee this morning.
When I got back ten minutes later, I turned on the patio light, attracting our friends like flies. Within fifteen minutes all of our folks were having a donut while drinking coffee.
In the dawn, our two new couples came up to the patio saying "Good morning." The guys about lost their eyes staring at all the goodies being displayed by the women. All of them, including Glenda, were showing off their treasures to whoever wished to look.
Joan, the heavy wife, said, "I wish I knew this was a show off party, I love to show off."
Al said, "you would go around naked if you could get away with it, Joan, the original exhibitionist."
"You like it," Joan said, kissing Al's cheek. "You know how horny it makes me."
Betty leaned over to Joan and whispered something in her ear then said to their guys, "We'll be right back."
Tom said, "Betty's up to something, we're in for it now."
"Joan just got something she bought off the Internet from a 'big ladies' catalog she found," Al said. "It has a ton of sexy stuff in it. One of the girls on the front page looks a lot like Sue, but Sue's over a hundred pounds lighter."
Sue and I looked at each other. She winked then went inside and came back with one of her catalogs. She kept it in her lap.
The two girls returned and took off their robes to show see-through gowns. Joan's gown was made up of panels of transparent soft material that moved back and forth, giving glimpses of her fuzzy pussy and her full breasts and nipples, very sexy. Betty had a cute little baby doll that was complete with a pair of split crotch panties. When she sat, her Twinkie winked at you. Betty was built okay, but fairly unremarkable.
When the two girls had finished showing off and were eating a donut and drinking coffee, Sue reached over and gave Joan a catalog saying, "Thank you for being one of my customers. Bring me your next order and I'll make sure you get a nice discount. If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to get your picture in that gown, it looks great. I bet I could sell a lot more of those if your were to model for me."
"You're her," Sue said picking up the catalogue and pointing to the picture of Sue before she lost all her weight. "How did you lose all that weight?"
"Diet, a lot of exercise, will power and determination. I also got hurt and had a bunch of accidents that kept me down for a while. I don't recommend getting hurt though."
Al was right there, "You know I like you the way you are. I like the extra meat on you. Gives me more to play with. If you really want to lose some only lose a little, but keep some of the extra padding around, just for me."
Joan kissed him, laying her head on his shoulder, "I love you Al, you're so right for me."
We all talked about what we were going to do on this lazy Sunday. Sue said we had another date with her Mom and Uncle, only this time it was at her Uncle's place. All of us had plans, but said we would see each other later in the evening.
The rest of the folks wandered off with Sue and I cleaning up, washing up the dishes, then going back to our big office area to catch up on paperwork.
I went back over the notes on the pad of paper with the information about hiring the two guys. I had no idea how much we could get for a full set of sheet metal for a car. I knew that I wanted to create a method to sell the frame and sheet metal as a put together product that could be removed and replaced easily so that parts could be removed to install equipment and bent panels could be quickly replaced, even during a race.
I wrote a letter to the maintenance superintendent of the oil platforms informing him that my circumstances had changed and that I would not be returning to the platforms. I thanked him for the employment and the opportunity to have worked for him and signed it. I borrowed an envelope from Sue and addressed the envelope. I would mail it Monday.
Sue was busy as she had a ton of orders that had come through. She was telling me the new catalog was really bringing in the orders. She said if this continued she was going to have to hire office help. I told her of two young ladies who didn't have jobs at this time, perhaps a couple of part timers, instead of one full time person.
She thought about that for a minute then said, "You know that might be a good idea. If they were both part time, I wouldn't need as much insurance. Good idea, Steve, I'll work on that."
About eleven, Sue said it was time to get dressed and out of there. We dressed similarly to last Sunday then Sue drove us down to Bayshore Boulevard to her Uncle's big home.
Today when we arrived, Sue had us enter through the front door. The difference was that her uncle had a butler this time. We were welcomed, then shown into the front sitting room where Sue's mom and uncle were seated. Uncle Ben got up to greet us and asked what we might wish to drink. The butler took our requests then disappeared as only butlers can disappear. Poof, they vanish. They don't walk away, they dematerialize. Kind of like Star Trek without the dots. Jeeves or whatever his name was materialized again, this time carrying a tray with two glasses.
We chatted, then Uncle Ben ushered us into the dining room for, if you're crude, lunch. With this bunch, it's dinner or midday tea. Oh well, the food was delicious, as was the wine served with the meal. So far the conversation had been light, on the side of feathery. Now came the pitch.
Uncle Ben again congratulated us our recent nuptials. Now that we were married he suggested I might wish to go back to school so I could learn the law or some other appropriate profession. Instead of me being crude by saying something very rude to her uncle, Sue started laughing.
"Uncle Ben," Sue began "do you know how much this man made last week in his non-profession?" When he only looked at her, she said, "almost fifty grand. Did you make that amount last week from your activities? I'm not talking about your actual investment income, I'm talking about from your practice. Did you make half that much?"
"That's commendable Sue, but the question is can he sustain that kind of productivity performing common labor?"
"Uncle Ben, yesterday he hired two more people to expand his business because he can't do all the work alone. Even with me helping, we can't do it all. Next week we may buy or lease a building to hold this growing enterprise. Give Steve six months, or maybe even only a month, and he'll be bringing in more than two hundred grand a month. Think of it, that's two and half million a year."
"How?" came from Beth.
"Mom, if you saw how Steve leads people, how he teaches and coaxes their abilities from them, you would know how he does it. He takes someone with absolutely no skills and makes them a perfectionist in minutes. Not days and months."
"Relax Sue, I think your Uncle is just trying to make sure we are taken care of in our future married life," I said trying to tone down the conversation.
"He's right Sue, I just want to make sure you kids have everything you need," Ben said, rather patronizing.
"Steve is not a kid, he's twenty-nine years old, I'm only a year younger, we've both overcome some physical problems and we've both been somewhat loners up to now. If you had seen him protect the park the night the crazies attacked us, you would know what kind of man he is. Uncle Ben, we are fine, we have some money between us and we're well on our way to being successful in each of our businesses. Just today, we were working out whether I should hire a full time person or two part time people, because my catalog sales are up over three hundred percent from last year." Beth couldn't stand it, "Over three hundred percent? How could that be selling only to large women."
"Mom, there are a lot of large size ladies out there that would like to have stylish, even sexy, clothes. And we even know a lady who bought from the catalog and has a husband that likes her just as she is."
"That's just so hard to imagine," Beth said shaking her head. "I just don't know how some of these extra size girls can have men trailing after them. I've stayed trim all my life and I don't have that many men after me."
"I would say you have more than enough Beth," commented Ben. "It seems I have to warn off predatory fellows rather often."
"You forget Mom, I was one of those extra size girls. I was big, very big, until something happened in my mind to help me lose weight. I'm glad I did too, cause look at the guy I caught."
Sue looked at me and winked then said softly directing her words toward her mother, "Beginning my next cycle we are planning on trying to have a baby."
At first it didn't register with Beth then her eye's popped wide open and mouth formed an "O." Beth began to sputter, "You what?"
"Steve and I want a family. We are still young enough to get started so we are going to try. We are going to start trying to have a baby this next month."
Beth just sat there with a dazed look, "Aren't you two rushing everything? You just got married, actually you two just met, and you're already talking babies?"
"Just one at a time would be fine, Mom. We want to start now, as we would prefer to have more than just one. Think of it, you'll be a grandmother," Sue said with gentle emotion in her voice.
Ben was equally stunned, thinking of what may be in his future as an uncle, or I guess that would be a great uncle.
We adjourned into the lounge game room area of the monster house. This area had a dark oak bar, complete with a mirrored back reflecting dozens of various bottles of booze. There were several table and chair groupings, a couple of couches, and a few big loungers with lamps and tables next to them.
At the end of the large room, near where the bar was located, Ben had a full size Brunswick Gold Crown nine-foot pool table. Balls were racked on the table in a diamond configuration with the one ball at the head and the nine in the center.
"How about some 9-ball, Steve?" Ben asked selecting a cue from a rack on the wall.
I love to play pool. That was what I did whenever I had time off on the platforms and up in Alaska. I never had very good cues, and the tables on the platforms were usually well worn, but I did pretty well against some very good players.
When I went to select a cue I was stunned to see they were all name brand, high quality cues, McDermott, Lucasi, Joss, and my favorite, Meucci. I selected a Meucci that felt about eighteen or nineteen ounces as Ben pulled out two cue balls to lag for the break.
"How about making this interesting," he offered. " Best of seven for let's say twenty, okay? We'll lag for first break then alternating breaks, how about that?"
"Sounds good to me, be nice to yourself," I said a little cocky.
I won the lag, sunk the one and seven off the break but was pretty out of shape to do much with the two. I tapped the two and let the cue ball roll to the rail behind another ball.
Ben looked the table over and shot the cue around three cushions coming up behind the two kicking it toward the far corner pocket. The man knew how to shoot. The two wasn't kicked hard enough and died in front of the pocket.
Beth offered, "Ben has been playing all our lives. He plays out in Vegas a couple of times a year. One of these days he might come in higher than fourth with all those professionals.
Guess I better tighten up.
I shot the two with a ton of low left English to get the cue to kick off and roll under the three so I could have a decent leave for the four. By the time I was on the eight, Ben had his cue set aside waiting for me so he could rack the next game.
When Ben broke the second game he sunk the three and eight balls but had to push out. His push left me with just a bare look at the one ball. If I could get enough spin on the cue, the one should go sideways into the side pocket, while the cue advanced to the top of the table where the two-ball lay against the rail.
I made the shot, but didn't get a bounce off the rail. I was straight in with the two and the cue ball against the rail. I put middle left English on the cue and got the cue ball to come off the rail toward the four-ball. I was going to have to bank the four on a reverse. If I made it, I should be out, if I missed, Ben would be able to run out. It's hard to bank off an unfamiliar table, but I had to assume this table was in top condition.
I stroked through the cue with inside English to give the four-ball some reverse spin coming off the rail. The table was dead on, the four dropped center pocket leaving me on the five with the six and seven paired beneath it for a couple of easy shots and the nine on the bottom rail just waiting to be pocketed. I did exactly as planned. The table was as near perfect as you could ask. The cue I was using was so sweet that I had thoughts of bargaining for it.
I broke the third rack like a pro. Three balls dropped while the rest scattered nicely with the cue ball in the center of the table. There was only one kinky shot but it turned out to be un-kinky and I ran the table.
This time when Ben broke he sunk two balls and had a good table to run. He did, smoothly and accurately.
I ran two more tables, one in a break and run, and the next after a miscue by Ben, giving me a ball in hand. I was up five to one when I broke for our seventh game. Nothing dropped, worse was the table was absolutely perfect to be run. Not one tough shot. Ben did what any good pool player would do, he ran the table. Then he broke and ran the next rack as well. Now I was up only five to three.
My break, I sunk two balls but had a tough table to play. I shot the one, two, and three but had to kick the next ball, the five, away from another ball and hide the cue ball. I played a great safety that not too many could get out of. Ben lined the ball up a half dozen ways then took a jump cue off the wall and jumped out of the balls he was between, kicked off two rails, and hit the five. A pro couldn't have done better. The problem was, the cue ball continued down the rail and dropped in the corner pocket.
I looked over the table closely and made a plan, then ran out for my sixth game putting me on the hill. I was up six to three.
Ben broke, sunk the eight, and ran four balls, till he shot the four and the cue ball came off the rail funny and tucked behind the six. He couldn't see the five and he was going to have to shoot two rails to hit the ball and a perfect three rails to try to sink it in the side. He tried the three rail shot and the five bounced harmlessly off the side pocket tit. Love those tits.
The rest of table was a song, a beginner could run it. I did and offered my hand to Ben. We shook while I put the cue back up and racked the balls for Ben's future practice.
Sue came over and hugged me, "Wow, you beat Uncle Ben, I've never seen him lose before. I watched you play at Jim's, but had no idea you played so well."
As Ben handed me a twenty he said, "I was going to challenge you for a hundred but Beth said I shouldn't take advantage of you. Glad I didn't," he laughed, going behind the bar to mix some drinks.
Beth was shaking her head, "So your new hubby can shoot some pool too, what else can he do. I don't think there are ten men in this city that can beat Ben like he just did. That was incredible."
"It wasn't that good." I said trying to take some of the feeling of a bad loss from Ben. "Ask Ben, I got some good rolls and Ben got some bad ones. That three corner shot he tried after hooking himself was great. He came within a sixteenth of an inch of making that shot. The jump shot was really cool, too bad Ben scratched. Like I said I got the rolls and Ben didn't. I'd rather be lucky than good any day."
Ben gave me my due, "You shot an awesome game. You deserved to win. You played safeties when you needed to, and the shot on the one ball on the push was great. I'm surprised you were able to hold the cue ball on it but you did."
We had a drink, talking about various things, but constantly coming back to the baby thing. Sue soon said she wanted to get back home to work on her catalog sales.
While we were getting ready to leave, Ben handed Sue a large folder and said, "Read this at your leisure. You will have a ton of questions that you'll want answered, and I will answer them as soon as you ask them. Your mom and I have kept this from you till you were married. Why will become clear when you read the file. Now that you wish to raise a family, this is more important than ever."
As we drove home Sue said it was probably a bunch of bullshit like he usually gave her to read about investments and how to conduct her life. When we got home she threw the folder on the kitchen table and went back to the office.
I changed clothes and went out to the patio where Charlie and Jim joined me. They asked if I could pull the TV over to the sliding door area so that they could watch the NASCAR race. I scooted the TV over and it was perfect because the awning and the house shaded the screen so we were able to view the race in color.
While we were watching the race and sipping our beer, I went in and brought out the folder Ben had given Sue so I could at least look at it for her.
The first thing there was a letter to Sue from a Jeremiah and Susan who apparently were Sue's grandparents. The letter said that the enclosed will had some special considerations for her, and that they would become effective when she married. They hoped that when she married it was to a wonderful man and that she would live happily ever after.
The will was dated 1978. I glanced through it till I came to a highlighted paragraph. We bequeath to our granddaughter one half of our estate, whatever that may be. I backed up a page and read that Beth and Ben had been left a fourth each of the estate. They seemed to be in pretty good stead, so it must have been a sizeable estate.
There were listings of stocks and bonds, various companies, and a pretty good list of property.
I didn't understand it all, but continued to leaf through the folder. There was an accounting sheet dated the day after our wedding date. It looked like a profit and loss statement that went on and on listing incomes due, past due, amounts of commissions due, amounts of dividends anticipated, current stock market quotes, and current bond quotes. When I was down to the bottom line I was sipping from my stein. Thank goodness it was a small sip, as I almost spit it out. The figure down there was three hundred twenty seven million, with a bunch of other numbers of little consequence, considering the whole.
I'm no dummy, half of over three hundred and twenty million is over one hundred and sixty million. Holy shit!
I glanced through the rest of the papers then told the guys I'd be back in a few minutes.
Sue was busily typing in some information to her manufacturer about a couple of hot items that she was selling. I waited till she was done with that note then said, "Sue, I hope you're not angry but I thought I would look through the folder Ben gave you to see what kind of, as you say bullshit, he was giving you."
I made her look at me in the eye, "You have to read this. I think you should read it thoroughly right now, not later. When you finish come and get me, I want to hear your reaction."
"If you say so, Steve," Sue said exasperated. "I'm pretty much done with what I wanted to do this evening anyway. Let me read it and I'll be out to talk about it."
I left hurriedly, drew a fresh beer, then sat with the guys as they were talking about a couple big wreck that had happened. Hopefully Gene's cars were not involved.
It took about four minutes, then I heard a "Hot damn, son of a bitch, wow!" There was a pause then a loud, "Steve, come in here quick, I have to show you something."
When I walked into the office area Sue was standing laying in the middle of the floor with her legs spread pointing at her pussy, "Fuck this thing right now. Get that thing out of your pants and put it into this rich bitch's pussy. I want you to know how it feels to fuck a millionaire. I am one lucky fucking heiress."
How do you resist? One: The girl you love dearly is lying on the floor, spread out, asking for it. Two: One of the sexiest babes I've ever met is lying on the floor, spread-eagled, asking for it. Three: Your brand new wife is pleading for you to make love to her. Four: Your brand new wife just found out she's a rich babe and she wants you to plug her. You don't refuse her in any of those four scenarios, you thump her, you fuck her, you do her so well her toes curl.
I did my absolute best. I lasted probably a minute, maybe a little more, while she was constantly coming. Sue made me so crazy, I was spewing sperm up into her hard and fast almost as soon as we coupled.
"Like this wanton rich bitch pussy huh?" She asked smiling, licking my face.
"I like you, the hell with the rich you, you're the babe for me."
That must have been the right thing to say as she had me on my back, still plugged into her, telling me I'd better get that thing between her legs back up, because she needed one more shot before we had supper.
Since she was sticking a very firm nipple into my mouth, the eroticism kept my dick hard until she squeezed out so much juice, my balls ached.
We lay calming a few minutes until she started kissing me all over the face, "I love you, I love you, I love you. You are so special, so much the guy I need. Damn, I love you."
We finally gathered ourselves to go back out to the patio. Sue put on a shift letting our combined juices run down her leg. When we came out, Ruth caught a whiff of Sue's recently used pussy and licked her lips, asking Sue, "Would you mind if I had a private word with you."
I almost broke up with laughter, but kept quiet, as Sue led Ruth into our bedroom. They didn't reappear for almost a half-hour, and when they did, Ruth's hair was mussed, and Sue had a huge smile on her face.
The real funny part was that as soon as Ruth came out, she gave poor Tiny a deep tongue kiss. This fired him up so much, they had to go back to their home to check something for almost thirty minutes. They came back smiling as well.
Supper was ordered pizza, and more beer, a perfect combination for a lazy Sunday evening. No one wanted to do anything but veg, so we all went to our individual bedrooms, curled up and slept.