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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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