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Consequences
by Bigbob (bigbob@entouch.net)

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A mature couple takes their relationship to the next 
level. (MF, rom, no-sex)

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Why does it always have to be so complicated?

I thought maybe it was the flash of lightning that 
woke me, but it must have been the sudden sagging of 
the corner of my bed instead. I sat up against the 
head board and looked at her as she stared out the 
window blinds at the distant flashes of light.

"Can't sleep?" I asked. "Worried about your house?"

"A little," she replied. A little, but not a lot, I 
thought. Must be something else bothering her, but I 
didn't change the subject.

"We've been through this before," I said. "You 
remember what happened the last time a hurricane 
forced us to get out of town. That was what, six, 
seven years ago? Made a mess of both of our houses, 
especially yours as I recall. But we got through it 
okay, both of us."

"You're right, I know," she replied. "It's just I 
didn't get a chance to thank you for letting us stay 
here. It's been so hectic the past two days." Yes it 
has, I thought, but you didn't have to sit on the 
corner of my bed at 3 in the morning to tell me that.

"Hey, no one else was using the extra bedrooms. It's 
the least I could do. How many were there last time? 
Eleven, twelve of us trying to eat and sleep in the 
kid's house while watching the news 24 hours a day for 
stories on the hurricane?"

"That was fun, wasn't it," she replied with a giggle.

"Playing with a house full of grandkids was fun. 
Sleeping on the floor wasn't," I responded. She smiled 
and looked again out the window at the lightning 
flashes.

"My daughter tells me you spend a lot of time with the 
grand kids."

"That's why I moved here," I replied. "Since I'm just 
up the street, they get to wear me out just about 
every day. And it has the added advantage of not being 
in a hurricane evacuation zone. I think the little 
ones like me because I let them get away with more 
stuff than my son does, or your daughter, for that 
matter."

She smiled again and then was quiet for a bit, just 
staring out the window, an occasional flash of 
lightning highlighting her facial features.

"Why do you avoid me?" she asked. Ah, I thought, now 
we're getting to the point of this 3 in the morning 
conversation. "You don't have to do that you know. 
We're both adults. Just because our kids are married 
doesn't mean we can't spend time with each other."

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't do it to be cruel or 
anything. I admit I've fantasized about jumping you 
from the moment we met."

"And still fantasizing, I see, based on that bulge in 
the sheet," she said with a smile.

"Yes, you're right. But I just don't think I'm the 
right man for you. I don't think I'm the one you're 
looking for." Her smile turned to a frown.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"I just think we have different priorities. Your 
church stuff is important to you, right?" She nodded. 
"Your choir duties, the weekly Bible study classes, 
your Sunday service attendance, every Sunday. Right?" 
She nodded again. "That's just not me," I replied.

"I thought you were attending Sunday service with the 
kids. They said you were, or are," she retorted.

"I am," I replied, "On occasion. But only because they 
pester me about it every week. I admit I enjoy the 
minister's sermons. He's good. He gives a good sermon, 
at least the ones I've heard.

But to tell the truth, I'd rather go golfing Sunday 
mornings."

"You can't golf every day. I know your back bothers 
you sometimes. You can't golf every day."

"I know, you're right and I don't. It's just I think 
the kids are trying to save me from my 'evil' ways."

"You don't want to be saved?" she asked.

"No, it's not that. I just don't think I need to be 
saved. I don't feel a need to apologize to anyone for 
the way I live my life, that's all." She sat quietly 
for a few moments, looking again at the lightning in 
the distance.

"You can still go to church service on Sundays, with 
the kids I mean, and me too, if you want to," she said 
in a quiet voice. "I know lots of people, men and 
women, who attend just because their spouse wants them 
to, not because they really want to."

"Doesn't that make them hypocrites?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe. Or maybe it's just another way 
for them to spend more time together. Like I want to 
spend more time with you. Just me and you, alone, 
together, and not just as a fantasy."

She stood and pulled the sheet back, revealing my 
naked body, staring at my erection.

"This doesn't have to be a fantasy," she whispered as 
she removed her pajama top and bottoms. Another flash 
of lightning highlighted her large breasts, hour glass 
figure and unshaved pussy.

"This doesn't have to be a fantasy," she repeated in a 
whisper as she lay down beside me and wrapped her 
fingers around my engorged cock head.

"I wonder what the kids would think if they saw us 
now," I said.

She let out a squeal and then covered her mouth so as 
not to wake her other kids and grandkids sleeping 
upstairs. "They'd probably want to save us from our 
evil ways," she said with a giggle.

"This could be complicated, you know," I said. "There 
could be some unexpected consequences."

"Shut up and fuck me," she replied, placing her finger 
to my lips. "We can deal with those later."

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