Starting a new life after 40(part 3).txt hetro sex, oral sex, older woman/youger man It took us about 4 hours to get to Portland, the scenery on the trip up there was so beautiful. Steve drove so I got to look around as much as I wanted to. We parked in the extended stay parking garage and went in search of our departure gate. We got checked in and since we had a little over 2 hours before take off, we went into the bar and had a drink and just relaxed. Our flight was to leave Portland at 3pm, which put us into Dallas at about 7:45 pm that night, given the 2 hour time difference. Talked about poor Martha and how it must be to lose someone you had been with for so long. I knew she would be ok though as she was going to live there with her sister in-law, Julia. I was wanting to talk to Martha about me buying her house, but didn't want to talk business so close to the funeral and all that she had to deal with. I'd just wait until the time came when she asked me to sell the place for her then I would see if it was going to even be possible for me to pay for it, I was almost sure it was going to be way above my price range. Being beach front property, I knew it would sell for a huge amount of money. But that was ok, as long as Martha was taken care of for the rest of her life. I could always buy something there close and still keep my same job, I had grown to love it so much. The other people at the school were so nice, and friendly, and the children were so adorable. We took off right on time, thank goodness. And being that time of year there was not many people traveling so Steve and I got to take up all 3 seats and not have to be crammed together like they tend to do on airplanes. We knew we were going to have a 2 hour layover in Dallas, which I was not looking forward to at all. Being that close to Tom again, but I knew that there was no chance of having to run into him. I had by now gotten my divorce from him. All I asked for was my car, which was paid for. And my maiden name back. And of course he never contested any of that. He knew by now that I was never coming back, since in all that time I had been gone I had never tried to contact him. I didn't want to know anything more about him, other than I was gone from his life for good. The layover was ok, it was nice weather in Texas that evening, not real warm and no storms at all. We boarded the plane and headed to Orlando. We would be getting in real late, so we wasgoing to just stay in a motel close to the airport, we had neither one been there before so we had no idea where any motels were even at. I am sure there was plenty to choose from. By the time we got out of the airport we were both tired. So we took a cab to the closest motel, checked in, took a shower and fell into bed and was asleep within minutes. The wake-up call seemed to come not long after we went to bed, but it was 8am and we needed to get dressed and go see Martha. We rented a car, got a map of the city and drove over to the house. Martha was holding up real well for someone that had just lost the love of their live, soulmate, and husband of 53 years. There was a large crowd so we didn't get to talk to her alone much. And she sure seemed surpised when Steve and I walked up to the door together, but she neverasked us any questions. Maybe she could tell by looking at us that we were comfortable being together. We stayed all day with her, leaving to go to the funeral home with the family at 6:30 that evening for family visititation. Since everyone was close by, they had decided to get the funeral over with as soon as possible so Martha wouldn't have to keep looking at her dearly beloved laying there in the coffin any longer than need be. The day of the funeral dawned warm and sunny. There was a slight breeze blowing as we all stood at the cemetary where Glenn Taylor was going to be layed to rest. Martha cried a little but she seemed to be at peace knowing that her dear husband would never suffer again, and she also knew that someday they would be together. We went back to Julia's house for a late lunch, and waited until everyone had left as Martha had asked us to not leave yet. We waited in the living room as Martha helped Julia to her room she had already taken some pain medication and needed to lay down for awhile. Steve and I sat on the couch waiting on Martha. She came around the corner and slumped into a chair, "I am so tired", she said. "This has been a hard time for me, but I know that I have good friends, and family here beside me". I spoke up, "Yes Martha, you sure do, looks like you had alot of family and friends that loved and cared deeply about Glenn, and you also. That is something we all need in life is someone to love, and share things with. I am sad that your staying in Florida, but I know that you and Julia will help each other through this time of mourning, and will be a great comfort and friend to each other for the rest of your days". Martha kinda smiled, "Yes Beth, we do need someone to love us and be friends with us, that is something that makes life so much worth living is to be able to share things with others no matter how much or how little". Steve reached over and took my hand in his, "That is right Martha we do need someone to love it sure makes the days alot easier to live knowing your not alone, either by being in love with someone or just being friends with someone, makes life happier". Then he smiled over at me and winked. Martha knew then that Steve and I were in love. There was no question about the smiles on our face and the look in our eyes. She said, "I am so happy to see that the two of you found each other, I hope things work out for the both of you and you have many years to spend together". I didn't speak up and tell her that we had not made any plans other than day to day and didn't know where our relationship was going. But I did know in my heart that I was in love with Steve, and felt like he had the same feeling. Even though we had neither one said the LOVE word to each other. Martha then brought up the house and property. She said, "I would like to know that someone was living there that will take care of all my stuff as I know there is no way I will ever get back out there to take care of it. I am just too old to be traveling and dealing with all that, and besides I can't leave Julia anyway. Glenn and I had kind of talked when he first got sick, about seeing if you wanted to buy the place Beth, and you could still rent out the little house to Steve or ask him to leave if you had other plans for it, *laughing* I guess by the looks of things you might just have the need for the main house anyway". I said, "Now Martha you don't need to make any finacial decisions right away.The house is going to be right there in case you want to come back sometime, I have a job now so I can even start paying you some rent on it as a matter of fact". She laughed, "Beth my dear, money is not at all an issue here, Glenn and I never wanted for anything, we had more than enough love and everything else to do us. So that is one reason that he felt like we needed to talk about this before he passed on. We didn't want you to feel like you had to stay there in that big old house alone, so that is why I said I needed you to sell if for me. I thought you might jump in and ask to buy it, but when you didn't then I figured maybe you didn't want it. But the last two days, you talking about the house, the beach, the rose bushes blooming. I knew that you truely did love the place and might want to stay there. And that what Glenn and I had done was the right thing". I said, "You mean about letting me stay there while you was in Florida"? She laughed and said, "No dear, we had our wills drawn up, and you know that we had no kids nd all the nieces and nephews we had, don't need anything from anyone, and they sure wouldn't want a home over 4000 miles away. So we made you sole beneficiary in our wills. We both felt that you needed to have something back in life since your so kind to others. And I don't need the money, I have so much money I won't know how to spend it all. So from today forward, the house and the little house that Steve lives in are yours to do what you want with, even though I am still alive, I know I will never leave here to go back there, even for a visit. I am too old to be traveling. *smiling* Age has a way of catching up to you". I started to cry, I was happy, confused, shocked, and so suprised that someone I had known less than 24 hours, trusted me with their home, and didn't charge me a red cent. Was now telling me that the home I was in, and thought I would someday have to leave, was all mine I could live there from now on. I jumped up and ran over and knelt beside Martha's chair, "Martha you have no idea how this makes me feel. I can't imagine anyone ever being as kind to me as you and Glenn were. God will sure reward the both of you for your kindness that you bestowed on me". Needless to say, that was an eventful time for me in Florida. Steve and I went back to the motel, packed our bags and caught the next flight back home. We couldn't wait to get back to MY HOME. We was so tired by the time we got back to Portland, we stayed over night in a motel rather than drive back home so late at night. The next morning we were up bright and early, eager to get back home. We had talked about it on the plane and decided that for now Steve would stay in the little house, he said he wanted me to make sure of what I wanted, no hasty decisions. But that he wanted us to live together. He said he would pay all the bills, and buy all the groceries, that way he would still feel like he was paying his way. So I agreed that we needed to both think about this because moving in together was a big step, one I was not sure I wanted at this time. Just getting a divorce and all. But I knew I loved him enough not to want to lose him either. We got home before noon, I went in and unpacked as soon as we got there, and then called work to let them know that I was back in town and would be in to work the next day. Then I set about preparing us a nice lunch since we didn't have any breakfast that morning. We ate a nice cool meal, and drank some ice tea. Talked about all kinds of things, mostly about how things had gone while we was in Florida. I was still in shock over the fact that this place was really mine. I felt like I had won the lotto. Steve asked me if I wanted to walk down to the beach and sit and watch the waves, as usual I was more than eager to go down there. I was so at peace down there, watching the waves crash against the shore, sometimes you could see sea lions, shark, and all kinds of other sea life out there pretty close to the shore. Not often so it was safe to swim out there. I was never scared of that. We got our suits on and strolled off towards the trail that led to the beach, walking along there hand in hand not really saying anything to each other. I was kinda lost in my own little world, but then I noticed that we had left the main trail, so I looked around to see where we was going. Steve had lead us down to the alcove where we had first made love. I smiled and was happy to be headed there. Steve spread out a blanket and pulled me down on top of him. We was kissing, and letting our hands roam all over each others body, taking clothes off as we went. I had his swimming trunks off and had his hard cock in my hand, stoking it up and down, up and down. He was getting harder by the minute. He had my bottoms off and was starting to take my top off whenI shoved him off me and reached down to take his cock into my mouth. We had not made love in a few days, and I had really missed it. Steve had his face buried in my pussy, licking and sucking like he had been deprived of sex awhile. I was sucking his whole cock into my throat, pulling it out a little, then slurping it back down. Squeezing his balls, moaning deep. Steve pushed me over and turned to face me his cock poking into the side of my leg. He was kissing me deep and hard, like he was going to suck my tongue right out of my mouth, I knew he was horny, but he was wild. I had never seen him like this the whole time we had been together, he reached down with his hand and shoved his rock hard cock into my wet pussy, shoving it as far as it could go. We started fucking like there was no stopping us. We was sweaty, the smell of sex was floating all around us. I wanted on top but Steve was holding me down, ramming his cock into me hard..."ohhhhh Steve......FUCK ME HARD........Come on baby.....Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh....Oh Steve I am cumming.....Ohhhhhhh babyyyyyyyy ohhhhhhhhhh". I felt myself cumming and at the same time, Steve was cumming right along with me..... Cum was pouring out of my pussy there was so much of it...I was so relieved I just fell back against the ground, not even enough energy to raise my head up. I glanced over at Steve and he was laying there with his eyes open, smiling. I said, "just what are you smiling at may I ask". reaching over to touch him on the arm. He looked over at me and said, "I am thinking about you, and how much you have came to mean to me in such a short time. I don't ever want to lose you Beth". I layed there a few minutes not saying a word, then it came to me. Why not have Steve move in, we was together ever minute of every day almost except when we was both working. It would just be crazy to have him leave his stuff over next door when he could very well have it there at the house where he had been all except maybe 10 nights since I had moved in, and the only reason he stayed gone those nights was because he worked the late shift and didn't want to wake me up when he came in. I didn't want to let anyone else move into the little house though. I felt like if I did that, then our privacy would be taken away, as it was we could stroll outside any time night or day with no clothes on. And not a soul could see us. So I turned to look at Steve in the eyes. He had his eyes closed but I could tell he was not asleep. I guess he was still thinking about no telling what *laughing to myself*. He got such a sweet smile on his face when he was thinking about us, or the sex we had, or he knew we was going to have right then. I spoke real softly, "Steve I need to talk to you baby". He looked over at me frowning, "Beth is this going to be bad news, I don't know about that look on your face, kinda worried here honey". I laughed, "No silly this is not bad news, in fact I am thinking that you might like what I have to say, since your the one that really made me think about this". He raised his eyebrows, "Oh really, what did I say that made you think. What is it that I am going to like so much, other than making love to you all day and all night". I laughed out loud, "Hold on there big boy, we just made love once for the first time in 4-5 days and I am so wore out, I can't handle making love day and night. I am old remember, I can't take all this sex sex sex". He got that cocky little grin and said, "Beth your not old, and I bet if I touched your pussy right now, it would get so hot and wet, that I'd have to do something a bout it, now wouldn't I"? I smiled back at him, "Well yeah, but that has nothing to do with what I was thinking about, you know I do think about other things other than sex sometimes, unlike someone I know". Staring straight at him, smiling the whole time. He said "Ok Beth, time to get serious, I do not think about sex all the time, I love you for your mind, body, and soul. If today something happened to you that you could never have sex again, it would never change the way I feel about you. Sure it would be hard to lay down beside you and not want to make love to you. But I know I can do it if you said you didn't or couldn't make love again". I knew then that Steve was going to be in my life for a very long time. Hopefully the rest of my life. Sure it bothered me some about the age difference. I had already lived a long time, but Steve had just graduated from college, and had gotten a wonderful job working for an electronics place where he worked on computers all day. He has never been married, never had any children, and if he stayed with me, he would never have any children. I just couldn't expect him to give up all his life just for me. And I told him that. At first he didn't say anything, then he turned and looked at me, and said "Beth, if it was meant for me to have kids, then I wouldn't have ever fell so deeply in love with you. If it is meant for us to have kids, then we can adopt a kid. It doesn't have to be a baby, we canget an older child. You have plenty of space here, to raise several kids in fact if that is what you want to do. But whatever you do for the rest of your life, I want to be in it. I don't want to miss one more day without you in it So I said, "Steve, I want you to move into the house with me, we can have all the utilities shut off at your place, I don't want to rent it out. I want us to have privacy here and we can't do that if we rent the small house out. Your never in your house anymore anyway, except to run over for a change of clothes". Steve got up, pulled me up by the hand, and we walked back to the house. We walked in and he said, "Come on baby lets get a shower". So we took a shower, soaped each other off, got out and towel dried each other off, then went into the bedroom and got dressed. Steve got done before I did so he went on into the kitchen said he was going to get us something cool to drink. I was getting dressed and started feeling sick, I hoped I hadn't picked up some bug in Florida. I had tried to be careful and not eat too much or drink any of the water, drank only bottled water while I was gone. So I thought well, I'll eat some crackers and see how I felt in the morning. Thank god school was out soon, it was the middle of May and there was only 2 more weeks of school....I was so ready too. I walked into the kitchen and Steve had poured us each a glass of wine and said, "Lets go out on the porch and look out over the ocean Beth. Just relax some, and maybe take a nap". I said, "Ok Steve but if you don't mind, I think I will trade this glass of wine for a bottle of water. I don't seem to be feeling very well. In fact now that I think about it, I haven't felt really like eating much or had much energy in about 2 months. Might need to take some vitamines or something to build myself back up. That flu bug was going around at school a few months ago, I took the flu shot but it might have already been in my system enough to not let me fight any infections off". I grabbed my bottle of water and went out to sit beside Steve on the porch, there was a light breeze blowing and I could smell the fishy smell, hear the sea gulls flying over, and if we was real quiet we could even hear the waves as they rolled into the shore crashing into each other. I loved it so much here. I was happy I never had to leave, but sad for the reason I had gotten to stay here. Poor Martha, I needed to call her soon and see how she was doing. We sat out there a little longer then headed into bed. We didn't make love that night, we was both tired and wore out from the trip, the love making we had done earlier, and just no reason other than we was tired. Pretty much the days were all the same as the next, we both worked came home and ate dinner. We made love most nights but not always. I told Steve that we was beginning to act like an old married couple. I didn't have the energy to do some of the things we had done in the start of our relationship. I was still sick alot, I needed to go to the doctor but was waiting on school to be over so I didn't have to miss anymore work. I mean they could have done without me for a few hours while I went to see the doctor, but I wasn't that sick so I just waited. School let out on a Wednesday and I had made an appoitment to see a doctor the next morning. Steve and I made love the night before, I was a little sick but not sick enough to pass up some hot steamy lovemaking. Steve had filled the jaccuzi with warm scented water. And then he led me in there and undressed me. Then he undressed and climbed in, he spread his legs and I sat in between them, us both facing the same way. Steve reached around and was rubbing my nipples, and they were responding to his touch, that and the cool air. I started feeling like that hurt some, so I turned and faced Steve so he could have easy access to something else other than my tits. I didn't tell him that it hurt, afraid he would be upset that he had hurt me. He took full advantage of my pussy as he stuck his hand under the water and starting fingering me. We had the jets set on low so the water was barely moving any. I reached and grabbed Steves cock and started stroking it up and down, up and down, licking my lips and making the slurping sound that I knew would drive Steve up the wall. He started ramming his fingers into my pussy and taking his thumb and stroking my clit. I straddled him and reached to place his cock in my pussy, once again I was on top. Steve pretty much knew by now that I was going to make it where I was on top almost every time we made love. I rode him slow, rocking back and forth, then raising up almost off his cock and sliding back down. Steve grabbed my hips and said, "Baby ride me hard fuck me real hard baby, take all my cock into that hot pussy". And I did. I think I fucked him harder and deeper than I had in a long time. We both came at the same time, for a long time we sat there breathing deep, still coming even tho we was both sitting still. I got up off the top of Steve and felt light headed. So I sat back down real fast. "Whats wrong baby, are you going to be ok" ? Steve asked me I said, "I think so, I think I just got up too fast or something. I will be ok though". I said with a smile. We got out of the jaccuzi and took a shower, then I headed to bed. I was not feeling well at all, and when I had gotten dizzy it scared me although I would never admit that to Steve. The next morning Steve asked me if I needed him to take me to the doctor. As I had gotten up feeling as bad as when I had gone to bed. I felt like I had slept ok, but Steve said I had tossed and turned some during the night, and I was usually a hard sleeper that hardly ever moved all night long. But I felt like I was ok enough to take myself to the doctor, and I didn't want Steve to miss any work because of me. I kissed him on the cheek and told him that if I needed him, I promised I would call him. I left before he did, as my appointment was set for 8 am, but I had to fill out paper work first. I got to the doctors office right at 7:55 and they was just unlocking the doors to allow patients to come in. I signed in, and took my paper work over to a chair and sat down to fill it out. When I was done I stood up and the room went to spinning. I must have started to fall or something because the next thing I knew all the nurses was rushing over to see if I was ok. I assured them I was ok, feeling like a fool. Everyone was staring at me by now. The doctor had just came to the front and seen the commotion. He told his nurse to call me on back so that I could lay down. So back to the back I went with the nurse holding on to my elbow as I walked along. She showed me to a room, gave me a gown and then handed me a cup to give her a urine sample. So I got that all taken care of, and went back to my room to lay down like she had adviced me to do. I guess I had layed there about 5 minutes when the doctor came in looking at my chart as he walked in the room. He started asking me questions about my health, when I had been sick last, when I had my last menstral period. And as soon as he said that, it dawned on me. I had not had my period in over 2 months now, about the time the kids was all sick at school. Then the funeral and all that had taken place. I just forgot about not having it until now. I told him when it was. He asked me had I been sexually active before that and I told him yes, as my face grew beet red. What is wrong with me, I am a nurse for goodness sake. I was used to doctors asking me things all the time. But then never about myself, always about a patient. He studied my chart some more, ask how old I was, and I told him I would soon be 46. He said "well I can't be sure until I run some test, but I suspect your either pregnant, or your starting into the change of life. So let me check you out, and I will have my nurse check your urine to see what it comes back as when tested to see if your pregnant. Just lay back for a minute and let me check some things". It seemed like I layed there forever, with him prodding and poking all over my body, then the nurse came back in with the reusults. I thought "man what ever happened to it taking 3 days to find out like back in the old days". The doctor got done with me, reached over and got the paper from the nurse. Then he looked back at me and said, "Well should I say I'm sorry, or should I say congratulations. But your going to have a baby in approximately 7 months. give or take a week". I just stared at him, oh no this can't really be happening. I can't have a baby at my age. I'm too old to raise a child. Then I thought, "Oh no what is Steve going to think, will he think I did this to trap him, to make him stay with me forever"? The doctor told me to go ahead and get dressed and I could leave as soon as he gave me a bottle of prenatal pills he wanted me to get started on right away. I asked him, "Doctor don't you think I am too old to have a baby, I have never had a child I just assumed I had something wrong with me and I would never had children". He laughed and said, "If it was not meant for you to have a baby, then you would have never gotten pregnant in the first place. Your not too old. Yes your older than most women who are pregnant, most start out in thier teens or early 20's, but your fine, and you shouldn't have any problems at all". I left his office and went straight home. Steve had left me a note asking him to call me as soon as I got back and let him know what I had found out. I didn't want to call him and tell him the news over the phone but I knew if I didn't call him soon he would come home to check on me. So I called, and asked to speak to Steve. When he got on the phone I knew he was real worried. He asked what had happened, what the doctor said. He was firing questions at me faster than I could think of the right answer. So I said "Steve, I am ok. There is nothing serious wrong with me I promise". He said, "Then what did he say, what is the matter Beth, what are you not telling me"? I laughed and said, "Steve you just asked me 3 questions so fast I couldn't get a word in edge ways there if I had wanted to, and I already told you I am fine. Nothing that won't be better in about 7 months". There I had told him He was so quiet on the other end I thought he had hung up. "Steve are you still there" ? "uh huh, I am here, Beth are you saying what I think your saying. Are you going to have a baby Beth" ? I said "Well Steve WE are going to have a baby, my body uis carrying it, but WE together made this baby, and WE together are going to raise this baby, if you want to share in it with me". He yelled, "Are you kidding. You bet your sweet ass I am going to share it with you. That is my child your carrying and I will raise it the best I can. I will promise you Beth I will be the most wonderful father you ever seen. I will get up at night, change diapers, feed him do all there is to taking care of a baby". I said "Excuse me, did you just say you will feed HIM. How do you know it is going to be a boy Steve. When I don't even know that yet". *Laughing* We finally got off the phone with the promise from Steve that he was fixing dinner tonight, he wanted me off the phone and laying down with my feet propped up when he got home. And as tired as I was all of a sudden he didn't have to tell me twice. We celebrated that night with Steak, Salad, Baked potato, Steve had a glass of wine and I had a glass of water. He even brought me a dozen Red roses. After we ate, Steve told me not to touch a thing. He walked me over to the couch and sat me down ever so gently. He then walked back over and cleared the table, and started the dishwasher. Then he brought the vase of roses over and sat them on the end table beside me. They smelled so nice. Steve then got down on his knee in front of me. I thought oh boy here comes his famous massage time again. Only this time he just took my hand, and looked into my eyes. He said, "Beth your the best friend I have. Your the best thing that has ever happened in my life, I want to always be your friend, your lover, the father of your children, and I want to be your husband". With that he reached over to the roses, got one out of the vase and said. "Well Beth will you marry me "? I started to cry, he was so romantic, so sweet. I knew that I would always have him by my side. I looked deep into his eyes and said, "Steve I love yo with all my heart and soul, your my best friend, my soulmate, and the love of my life. To answer your question, YES I will marry you, but as for the remark about being the *children*, lets just worry about 1 child, I am getting older by the second you know". At this we kissed, and Steve handed me the rose, and I had neglected to see but he had tied a diamond ring around the stem of the rose, he untied the string, and placed the ring on my finger. And said he would cherish me for the rest of his life. In late December close to Christmas, we were married by a justice of the peace, down on the beach behind our house, we had Martha fly in for the wedding, as Julia was well enough to stay alone a week or so she said. Martha was there the day we got married, and she got to pack up a few of the things she knew could never be replaced. This time she is the one that stayed in the guest house that she had rented out to Steve only a year or so ago. She stayed with us 10 glorious days. We had a very lovely visit, then she said she needed to get back to Julia as she was needed so much back there. We assured her that after the baby was born we was all going to come to Florida. By then we knew it was going to be a boy for sure. So Martha returned to Florida, Steve insisted that I stay home and not work. I was getting lazy and so heavy, I was so ready to have this baby. And finally in the middle of the night late in January, I went into labor. After 16 hours of back pain and thinking that the baby was never going to get outta there, our bouncing baby boy, Glenn Allen was born at 7:23 pm. Life was never to be the same for us again. We were truely a happy family. We did take Glenn to see his grandmother Martha and Aunt Julia during the spring of that year, when he was just a few months old. Sad to say that was the last time we seen Martha alive. She died peacfully in her sleep in August of that same year. Julia kept in contact with us until her death the following year. Martha left Glenn a large amount of money that was put over into a trust fund that he will recieve when he reaches 21. I never got to have any more children, but Steve was happy with his son. He taught him baseball, how to fish, how to toss a football. I never tired of sitting there watching the 2 of them play together. The little house was never rented out. When Glenn was 12 he told me that him and his wife was going to live in it someday. I laughed and told him he had quiet a few more years until he was going to be getting married. I had waiting so long to have him, I was not ready to share him with another woman anytime soon.. I did get my retirement home after all. Dreams do come to those who believe !! THE END Thank you so much for reading my story. Thank you John for pushing me to write in the first place.. I love you ©SexStarvedRedHead