Title: Monica
Author: Eskimo1958
Summary: Monica leaves her husband, hunting for a better life. She gets 
a taste of fine living, but she still clings to the past. As told by her
older lover.
Keywords: M/F, Rom

I had just ordered a draft, while looking over the menu. My favorite neighborhood establishment, it's been here for years, catering for the hungry as well as thirsty locals. I was hungry, thirsty for a brew, and tired. It had been a long day, as I had started another home improvement project. I was working in the courtyard, putting a shelter over the ornamental fishpond. It would have been better if I had someone to help, but I never want to impose on anyone.

I also had a gardening magazine along, and as I was perusing it while waiting for my beer, I hadn't noticed the entrance of anyone, so I was somewhat startled when I heard a famine voice ask "Hi Paul, may I join you?"

I looked up, startled as well as surprised. "Uh, sure. Monica, isn't it?"

She half-smiled, as she sat across from me in the booth, as she said "Yes, it is." She looked around, and went on to say, "I hope I'm not bothering you. I saw you enter and thought I might join you."

I smiled, a cute thing wanting to join me for lunch. I wasn't going to turn her down. It was small talk at first, asking me how I was doing, and that she had seen me from time to time. I said I've been doing well, since the passing of my late wife, and that I've seen her and her husband on occasion. She lives on the outskirts of our suburban Chicago town, on an unpaved street, in what could more or less be best described as a run-down shack. It had been there for years, I suppose.

My ears perked up, when she said she had left her husband, named Sam. I smiled, as she explained that she was tired of their paltry existence, wanting to better herself. I thought back, to about a dozen years ago, when she came to work in the factory I was manager of. She put in a good effort, and I admired her for it. But her thin frame could not handle the pounding that working in the tough environment of a foundry. She lasted all of six weeks, which most of us at the time found remarkable. Thin still, she stands almost six foot tall, but barely weighs more than a wet blanket. Long, and I mean very long, black hair, with lots of curls. Thin face, no figure to speak of, even though she has had two kids.

She told me about her children. Although she's only thirty-seven, both are now away at college. I immediately surmised that Monica's suffering from empty-nest syndrome, with a bit of mid-life crisis. Probably don't blame her on the first, even though I've never experienced that. No kids, so no worry. The latter is another story, as I have been known to dwell on it. But, now that I'm financially set, I can pretty much do what ever I want. My late wife, God bless her, was a banking brain. I've enough in my bank account that I retired early, only working from time to time for a auto auction to pass the time. A low eight-figure amount is more than enough to live on, but I do get bored easily.

Really, I can see why she is having a mid-life crisis. First kid at sixteen, she met Sam while he was in the Air Force out in her small hometown in Montana. A lucky date for him, at the time. I remember talking to him on occasion, not the brightest bulb, but a hard worker. Since he was from this area, he brought her here to raise their family. Of course, the military wasn't too keen on him knocking up an underage girl, either. But, that's an entirely different story.

Well, I wasn't really paying to much attention to all she was saying. Bits and pieces here and there, that was about it. And, at the end of the meal (Yeah, I got my beer, and I also bought her a meal.) we got up and left the fine establishment, going our separate ways. I don't know why, but I had a feeling that I would be seeing more of her. I was proven right, real quick.

Next day, at the grocery, there she was. Nothing unusual, I've seen her there plenty of times. But, she was dressed nicely. A lot nicer than I have usually seen her in the past. Usually, her wardrobe consisted of an old pair of jeans, and a top, usually dirty. This day, she was wearing a nice skirt, and a blouse that plunged deeply. So deep, that if she had any chest at all, the cleavage would had been spectacular. She greeted me, not loudly, but enough to get my attention. We chatted briefly, before I moved on my way. Of course, I had a hunch. Once in my car, I sat and waited. Sure enough, it wasn't but five minutes later, that she came strolling out, took a look my way, and quickly turned her head, acting like she wasn't looking for me. She got into a beat-up old beige Buick, and drove off. I chuckled, as I headed on home.

Following day, same thing. Only the hardware store this time. I wasn't in there five minutes, before she ran into me in an aisle. Another brief conversation, as I made up an excuse to leave. Actually, I was still working on the previously mentioned project, and I needed long lag bolts. So once I had purchased them, we continued our conversation out into the parking lot. Funny, usually people when they go to a small hardware store, they end up buying something. Or at least ask a clerk for something. She had done neither.

I wasn't surprised the next day, as I pulled into the gas station to fill up my truck, that a beige Buick pulled up to the next pump. She got out, looked my way, and acted surprised to see me. Uh huh, funny thing, I saw her parked in a strip mall at the entrance to my subdivision, and I smiled as I saw her pull out and follow me here.

I smiled, saying "Hi Monica, how's your day?

She smiled, a soft and sweet "Fine." coming from her mouth. Yeah, there's a hunt going on, and I'm the quarry.

Well, I still to this day had no idea why I did the following. Maybe it was the part in me that wanted to see how far I could go with this. Or maybe it was the part that didn't want to hurt her feelings. Or maybe because I had just cut six two-by-eights a foot short, and was a bit mad at the world and I really wasn't in the mood to work any more on my little project, as I said "Hey, listen. I'm a bit hungry. How about I go across the street there, pick up some streaks, and we can grill them and have lunch at my place?"

Her jaw dropped, a cute jaw. I smiled, yeah, she is cute, in her own skinny, awkward way. A stuttered "Sure." escaped her lips.

I had a hard time keeping from busting out laughing, as I said "Well, meet me at my house, and I'll be there shortly."

Rather amusing, as I didn't even give her directions, as she sprang into her car, and drove off. Hell, she hadn't even bothered to pump any gas, not to mention she didn't even ask me directions to my home. I wasn't worried. I paid for my gas, and after a brief stop at the meat market across the highway, I was heading home. Yeah, and there she was, sitting in her Buick, parked in front of my house. After I pulled into my drive and parked, I got out and motioned for her to come on and join me.

She beat me to the front door! I kept the smile inside. Once in my house, I said "Here, you go ahead into the kitchen and unwrap the steaks, while I go out and start the gas grill." She took the package, and followed me into the kitchen, and went to work, as I went to the patio doors, adding as I opened them, "And why don't you get into my freezer and pick out some sort of vegetable to go with it. The microwave is next to the sink."

She smiled, as I walked outside, exhaling deeply, wondering now what the fuck do I do. Starting the grill was no problem, and a few seconds later, she came out, saying "I've got some corn to nuke, is that okay?"

She came up next to me, as I said "Yeah, that's fine."

I went to my project, making an ugly face as I looked at my boards that I screwed up. She was looking around my courtyard, eyes bugged out, taking it all in. The area is about forty by thirty in size. A high brick wall surrounding it, save for a door at the rear, leading to the back yard. Of course, I've landscaped it extensively, with plants, brick paths, the previously mentioned ornamental fish pond with waterfalls, and a nice eight by eight brick deck, that's covered. Two lunge chairs and the grill occupy it, and I heard her say "Wow."

She walked over to a corner, to a four foot diameter circle, covered by a large, thick cover, as she asked "What's this?"

I smiled, "The spa."

She squatted down, lifting up an edge, as she asked "Does it work?"

I laughed, "Of course it works." I seriously thought of telling her to take her clothes off and get in, but decided against it. Although, I was pretty sure she would. Maybe I was still scared of that happening?

She came back over to the patio doors, saying "I'll bring out the steaks."

She disappeared on inside, and a few seconds later, returned with the steaks. As I grilled, she just sat there on a lounge chair, watching. Made me sort of nervous, not sure why, except I kept thinking of the movie 'Psycho'. Of course, I was also thinking of the age difference. There she is, late thirties, and me in my early fifties. Okay, I'm pushing mid-fifties rather hard, give me a break. So, I'm a good fifteen years older than her.

She didn't say much as I cooked. And once the steaks were about done, I asked her to go start the corn, which she did. Actually, it had been a while since I had dinner at home. Hard to do when you're single, as it's a lot easier to eat out. So, this was kind of nice eating at home, and with some company, for a change. The meal was fine, considering it was rather mundane to say the least. Simple fare, really. And, once we were done eating, she took our dirty dish's and went and washed them, as I sat on one of the lounge chairs, admiring such a nice, warm mid-September day.

She was soon done with the clean-up, and had come back out and taken the other lounge chair, not saying a word. That was the spooky part. Since the time I started cooking, up to this point, not a word had been spoken. I sensed an uneasiness emanating from her, as if she was trying to break free. I smiled, knowing that this was a hurdle for her, being alone with another man.

Of course, I knew that I had a choice of paths to take. I could just play along, wait for her lead. I could help her along a bit, maybe first by making conversation. Or, I could be aggressive. The last choice, I counted that out. Although it was appealing in the sense that I really wasn't wanting companionship at the moment. Even if my wife's been gone for two years now, I really didn't want the extra baggage of a woman and her recent marital issues.

The first choice? She was either having cold feet, or she wasn't sure how to go about this. I'm guessing with her lack of experience, that it was the later. After all, she got knocked up by what was probably her first lover at the tender age of fifteen. I'm sure she is lacking in knowledge of the art of seduction. And she hasn't been very good at stalking stealthily, either.

So, after five minutes of awkward silence, I started the ball rolling with the middle option. I began by asking her questions about her kids. That opened it up, as I smiled as she told me about her two children. Named Michael and Tabitha, ages twenty-two and twenty. The son is in his final year at U of I down at Champaign, studying engineering. The girl is married, her husband attending medical school in Michigan. Of course, she was non-stop talking about them for an hour. She was more relaxed when she finally asked me the time. I said "Three-thirty."

And she replied with "Oh, I must be going. I've to be at work in an hour.", as she stood up to go. I stood as well, and walked her through the house to the front door, telling her "It was nice of you to visit."

A smile was on her face, as she said "Thank you. I enjoyed it lots."

I gripped her hand in mine, and gave it a gentle squeeze, as I said "Well, come on over again tomorrow if you can. I'll show you the rest of the house."

Her face brightened up, as she smiled "I will. I'm even looking forward to it."

I opened the door, and stood in the doorway, watching her walk down to her car. She waved as she got into her vehicle, which I responded in kind. I was chuckling as I closed the door, thinking about the slim, dark haired beauty. And of course, I knew she would return tomorrow.

I woke up early the next morning. It was a heck of a night, as I slept little. My mind was on Monica, and it was affecting things greatly. Needless to say, the main thing the thought of her was affecting was my pecker. I had a killer hard-on for most the night. And relief by hand twice didn't seem to help. By seven in the morning, I had had breakfast, and was working on my little courtyard project. I did go get replacement boards yesterday after Monica left, so now I was on a roll. I had measured and cut correctly this go around, and was getting the first one in place, when I heard the buzzer for the front door. Looking at my watch, it read just after nine, as I went to the intercom, and hit the button, asking "Who is it?"

It took a second for her to find the call button, as I heard her voice in the intercom respond with "It's me, Monica."

Yeah, a smile came to my face. I went on into the house and opened the front door, finding the tall, thin beauty standing there, I smiled as I said "Please, come on in, Monica.". She entered, and I closed the door, and as I turned, I said "I've been working in the courtyard this morning, so let me wash up, okay?"

Her soft voice responded with "Sure, I'll have a seat on the couch.'

Interesting, she's more relaxed this morning. Confident? I thought about that, as I went into the first floor bath to wash my hands. Coming out into the living room, I saw her looking about, a bit of amazement on her face, I cleared my throat, and she looked at me, as I said "Why don't I show you around the house."

Her standing signaled to me that she was receptive to this, as I admired her thin frame. It was a slow tour, first the dining room, then up the stairs to the two bedrooms. Then, the master bedroom, and it's bathroom. She had that look of amazement again, as she stood at the foot of my bed, admiring the raised fireplace across from it. She asked in a meek voice "Is it real?"

I chuckled, saying "Yes, very real." I was standing next to her, and I could feel it. The tension in the air, as just looking at her, I could see that she was nervous once again. Obviously, it's butterfly�s. And like yesterday, I had the same dilemma on what to do. Reaching out, I gently grabbed her hand. Her face jerked around, a sort of scared look on her face. I had to stifle a laugh at the scene, as I said "Come, it's warmed up somewhat this morning, let's go out into the courtyard."

A smile came to her face, as she started walking with me, as we went down to the first floor, then out into the courtyard. I asked as she sat down, "Let me get us something to drink. Coke okay?"

"Yes, that would be fine."

I went into the house, returning shortly with her soda, and one for me as well. She was at ease again, and soon, we were chatting away. I told her more about myself, as yesterday, she did most of the talking. What she had to say was interesting, as she talked about her life. She skirted the issue of her marriage, but did mention that she had moved in with her sister-in-law, a lawyer. I thought that this was strange, but she went on to explain that Katherine, her sister-in-law, had been helping them for years. She had been like an older sister to her, and when she decided to try some time away from her husband, Katherine insisted that she move in with her.

We chatted for two hours, before I offered to take her to lunch. She accepted, and we went to a fast food joint.. I brought her back, and we went into the courtyard. I said "Well, I do have to get some work, if you don�t mind, you can stay and enjoy the day."

I was surprised, as she said "That would be fine, Paul. I could use some sun." Interesting comment, it stuck in my mind, somewhat.

Soon, I was measuring boards, cutting them, and getting them put in place. She sat there silently, watching me work. I sort of felt like that I was on display, wondering if she'll make a move. I had been working for an hour, when she called my name, "Paul?"

I was looking up, taking a look at a beam, and trying to figure out how to attach the next board, as I replied "Yeah, Monica?"

"Um, is it okay if I go topless, I'm getting a bit warm." I had a hard time keeping from falling off the ladder, as I shot back "Yeah, go ahead. You better be careful and not get burned." In my mind, I was thinking that maybe this is a sign. She's making a move, how do I react? Probably best like a gentleman, and don�t gawk!

I kept on working, every now and then catching a quick peek of her, laying on her belly to begin with, her bare upper torso, a pale white, roasting in the September sun.

It only took about thirty minutes for her to roll over, revealing her small breasts. Not much meat there, as they barely rose off her chest, with large areola�s tinged a pinkish brown, and hard nipples that were a bit darker in color. I smiled at her, as she smiled back at me.

My cock had grown, bulging out my tight jeans, making work uncomfortable. It needed a break, as I asked "You thirsty?"

I was surprised as she sat up, saying "Yes, guess I am." She stood, saying "I'll fetch us some drinks."

I just smiled and nodded, as I placed my hammer down, and went to the lounge chair and took a seat. Returning, still topless, she said as she handed me a can of soda, "Can I use the spa?"

"Sure, you'll need to shower first." I said.

She didn't even flinch, as she headed back into the house, saying "I'll be back then. Can you uncover it?" As she went inside to shower, I uncovered the spa, and I decided that I might as well join her. Let's see where this will go. She was in the downstairs bathroom, and I heard the shower running. I went on upstairs, quickly stripping and taking a very quick shower. Stepping out, I wrapped myself in a towel and hurried downstairs. She was already out of the bathroom, as I went on outside. There she was, sitting in the spa, up to her neck, a grin on her face.

I unwrapped the towel, and stepped into the water, climbing the steps down. I was watching her face as she was having a hard time averting her eyes, as I sat down next to her, our bodies barely inches apart.

She suddenly said "Oh, our drinks." I started to get up, but she beat me to it, as I watched her climb out and head to the deck to retrieve our drinks. I smiled as I watched her return. Not much of a figure, but definitely female. Her breasts, even though were small, were dripping water off the tips, and her full, black haired bush was a sight to behold.

I took my drink from her hand, as she settled down into the water. The warm water was feeling fine swirling about us, as I took a gulp of cola. Then, I decided it was time, as I set my drink down on the edge, and leaned forward to give her a kiss on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered, and she smiled, as I asked "Are you feeling less nervous now?"

Her face turned red, and I felt her place her hand on my thigh, as she reasoned with "Yes, a bit."

Her face turned towards me, and I correctly took it as an invitation, as I leaned into her, our lips touching for the first time.

The response? Sparks would describe it best, as her body moved against mine, as my fingers quickly found her bush, working their way through her pubes to make her moan into my mouth. I put my right arm behind her, easily scooping her up and placing her on my leg. My fingers had found her clit, and soon I had two in her hole, pumping her gently , as my thumb rode her clit. I was nuzzling her neck, as she groaned with delight. And it didn't take long for her slender body to erupt, as she turned her head and we locked lips as she shuddered in glorious sexual satisfaction.

As she calmed down, I removed my hand from her pie, and with both arms, I held her tightly against me, she now across my lap. It was maybe ten or fifteen minutes, before I whispered "Let's go to my room, so I can enjoy such a wonderful lady a bit more."

She answered me with a kiss, so I easily picked her up and carried her out of the spa, setting her on her feet, as we then grabbed our towels and dried off, before taking each other by the hand and going on into the house. It was a silent walk, but she was smiling, having made it this far, I suppose, she was enjoying it and wanting more.

Upon reaching my bedroom, she turned to me and we embraced. Her breasts felt warm as they pushed into my chest. She surprised me by taking the initiative, sitting her butt down on the edge of my king-size bed, and pulled my cock into her mouth. I had gone slack a bit from the walk from the spa, and her warm wet mouth had me back to hardness in no time.

She moved back onto the bed, propping her body up with her elbows behind her. I smiled as I went to my dresser, opening the top door and pulling out a condom. She looked at me, a puzzled look on her face, as I unwrapped the packet and rolled the condom down my shaft. Once on the bed, I eased on between her spread legs, and smiled, saying "Hope you don't mind, but I really don't know how fertile you are."

She blushed, and a gasp came from her mouth, as I eased my sheathed prick into her hot body. She closed her eyes, and tilted her head back, as I grabbed her by the waist, and sank in to my balls. She lowered her upper body to the soft mattress, as I started to slowly pump her sensuous body.

It didn't take long, not long at all, as I suddenly tensed up, my payload filling the tip of the rubber as my whole body spasmed. My own sweet cum must have tripped her own pleasure switch, as I heard her groan, calling out a name, a name that wasn�t mine. I just smiled, laughing inside at her mistake. I opened my eyes, to look down at her body, her chest rising and falling as she regained her breath.

Her moment of bliss really did her in, as I'm sure she didn't realize whose name she called. I pulled out, but instead of laying next to her, I went to her crotch, inhaling her sex with a breath, before I started to flick her clit with my tongue. Her body twitched at the sudden jolt of the sensation of what I was now doing. She muttered out "Oh god.", causing me to work harder on her clit. My fingers probed her flesh, as I inserted a pair of fingers intro her tight box. My pinky was at her anus, and when I rubbed it, she groaned loudly. Her cum came swiftly, amazing me at her sexual desire. And as she calmed down, I climbed up along side of her, and pulled her to me, holding her tightly. She was all worn out, and I knew it. And of course, it was just as well, as it will take me a while to recoup my spent rod.

After a short while, I kissed her cheek, and she murmured softly something I couldn't understand. I gently patted her breast, and rolled away, grabbed a comforter and threw it over her exhausted body. Going downstairs, I looked at the clock, seeing that I had indeed fallen asleep. It was now close to five, and I was a bit hungry, and I'm sure she was as well, as I went to the freezer, and pulled out some chicken breasts.

I soon had a meal going on the stove, baked chicken and rice, with some broccoli as well. The chicken was about done when I heard the shower upstairs start up, causing me to smile. I was setting the table when she made her appearance, wrapped in the comforter that I had thrown over her sleeping body, and it was obvious that she was naked as the day she was born underneath it.

I smiled, saying "Have a seat, dinner is about ready."

She smiled, demurely, but I could tell she was having issues. A bit of concern on her face, as she sat down,. And I smiled, as she did this, the comforter slipped down off her shoulders, revealing her left boob. She blushed, covering herself, as I grinned and winked, causing her to giggle. I went into the kitchen and pulled out the meal, hot and ready to eat. A lot like she was not more than a couple of hours ago. I set the food on the table, and went back to open the fridge and pulled out a bottle of fine wine. I opened it, and brought it out, filling her glass half way. She took it, and almost gulped it all down, causing me to laugh and say "Careful, that's meant to be drank slowly."

Of course, I was still nude, and she was watching me as I went about, getting the meal on the table, then as I sat and said "Well then, dig in."

She smiled, as she took some chicken and rice, then the veggies I had steamed. I watched as she took her first bite, and a satisfied smile coming to her face. It was silence, a lot like before, when we first ate a meal together. But, she was more relaxed again. I was guessing that her feelings were still somewhat mixed. after all, she had only left her husband, she still wasn�t divorced.

Her sweet, sensuous smile was infectious, as I would smile at her in return, admiring the twinkle in her eyes. As we finished our meal, she said "I'm glad that I don't have to work tonight."

I asked "Why's that?"

A seductive grin on her narrow, pale fee, as she answered me with "So I can have you fuck my brains out."

I picked up the bottle of wine, saying "Well then, let's go back to my room."

And with that, we did, groping each other along the way, as we ended up in a hot sixty-nine, where I feasted on her black-haired bush, driving her to multiple orgasms. My sheathed cock tasted her tight pussy three times that night, the first time with me taking her from behind in a fast and furious doggie-style, then a slow, languid missionary, and finally with her riding my condom covered bone to her own pleasurable pace.

I don't remember filling the condom the last time, just her lowering her body and falling asleep on my chest, totally spent. And I've no idea when she left the bed, as I woke late the next morning. The empty second bottle of wine and the spent condoms laying on the floor signaled that she really had been here.

I went and showered, my head pounding somewhat, but it was a satisfied throbbing, as my tired cock was rejoicing in such a great evening of sex. Going around the house, I saw it was empty, although I was happy to see that the kitchen was cleaned up, everything put away. I smiled, thankful that she had done that for me.

I was expecting her to return, that day. but she had not. Nor the next, for that matter. I was a bit down in the dumps when there was no sign of her for two more days, as I was thinking that maybe it was just a one-time stand. Not that I was complaining, as I've had a few of those since my wife's death. Monica wasn't the first, but she was one of the best.

It had been five days. I thought about calling her, but I didn't even know her sister-in-law's name. I looked in the phone book, but no one by the name of Muckster was listed as a lawyer. But, I needn't have been concerned.

On Sunday afternoon, I was sitting watching the Bears, when there was a knock at the door. I went to it, and opening it, there she was once more. She stepped inside, all smiles, as I closed the door. I took her in my arms, and as we tore the clothes off of each other, we kissed passionate kisses. eventually us two being a tangle of squirming bodies right there on the foyer floor, as we pleasured each other orally. A brief satisfied moment, and we went to my bed, where we attacked each other with renewed vigor.

With my rod spent, my cock shrinking inside it's temporary rubber sheath deep inside her cunt, she sighed. I saw it wasn't entirely of satisfaction, as it was one of sadness. She was on top of me at the time, and as I reached over, I pulled the covers over us, saying softly, "You're having issues, huh?"

A brief pause, followed by a soft "Yeah, a little."

I patted her flat butt, saying "It's only natural. You're still in love with him."

"Doesn't that bother you?" she asked.

I smiled, kissing the top of her head, "No, not at all." She was silent, and I asked "Do you want to talk about it?"

More silence, before she said "No, not now. I just want to be held." So with that, she fell asleep in my arms. We did wake up on occasion that night, making love tenderly. Nothing fast, just slow, pleasurable sex.

I rose early in the morning, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. As I was soaping up, I heard her enter, and soon she was in the stall with me. I said "Good morning.", and we hugged and kissed. I then asked as she got her slender frame wet, "So, you going to come back?"

She smiled, "Yes, I think I will." As we washed, she said "I think that maybe I'll come over the days I'm not working. if that's all right with you?"

She had a wanting look on her face, as I laughed, saying "Sure, you'll always be welcome in my house." As we rinsed off, I said "If you want, I can give you a key, and the code for the alarm."

She smiled, saying "Thank you."

So, our affair continued. Unabated for a month. But, it wasn't always cheery. She was still having issues. By now, I knew that I was never going to be her love. A guy can sense those things. Plus, her saying her husbands name while we made love on a few more occasions helped point this out.

We had just had our usual suck and fuck, giving each other great pleasure. And we were now snuggled together underneath the blankets, the fire roaring in the fireplace. I peeled the condom off, tossing it onto the floor to pick up later. She had done it again, mentioning Sam's name at the peak of her sexual satisfaction. As I held her there, I said "You miss him."

She sighed, and rolled away from me, and I rolled with her, reaching over and cupping her small tit. I kissed her neck, saying "It's okay. I understand."

She took a while, before she said "I'm ready to talk now."

And talk she did. For two hours, we laid there as she bared her soul. She told me how Sam has been trying to see her, sending her flowers, and other gifts. Nothing expensive, just trying to regain her heart. A heart that unknown to him, he never lost.

Finally, she grinned, and grabbed my hard cock. Yeah, a naked female will do that to you, even if she was wanting to just talk. She didn't say anything, as she climbed of the bed, going to my dresser and opening up the top drawer. She pulled a condom out, and was closing the drawer, when something caught her eye. She pulled out a photo album, asking "What's this?"

I raised my head to get a better view, saying "Oh, our wedding album."

She pulled it out, and carried it to the bed, opening it up, as she climbed in next to me, asking "Do you miss her?"

I said "But of course!"

She was leafing through the pages, and said "She was beautiful." Then, she stopped, a puzzled look on her face. She pointed out a lady, the same age of my late wife, vibrant red hair, full of curls. "Who is that?"

I looked at where she was pointing, and I thought for a second, answering with "I can't remember. A class mate of Susan's I suppose." She looked at me funny, as I defended myself, "Well, it's been almost thirty years, Monica. And Susan went to UIC for her business degree. A lot of her college classmates were invited to our wedding."

She said with a sigh "Oh." Then, she closed the album, She smiled, reaching over and placing it on the nightstand. She then giggled, as she dove underneath the covers, inhaling life back into my tired pecker.

As I rode her for a good ride, I thought about the picture. Yeah, it was coming back to me, except for the name. And something about it, it was bothering me. But not enough to enjoy the writhing slim form of Monica underneath me.

When she left the next morning, I picked up the album to put it away. but, not before picking up the album, going to the picture and pulling it out, to look at the back. My late wife, you have to admire her dedication to detail, as names were on the back of each picture, and I smiled as I read the name of the redhead. A full name at that, Katherine Johnson.

Monica returned three nights later, and no mention of the picture. We enjoyed each others company, dinner and sex, with some time in the spa. We were sitting in the swirling warm water, as an early season snow flurry was falling on our heads. The wine was good, as was the company. And, as usual, she was opening up even more this evening. By the time she was done, I knew I had things to do. She told me lots, one of which she was wanting the finer things in life. And, I could tell that she wanted them with her true love. She didn't come out and say it, but I knew it.

The next day, I made a phone call setting up a meeting with the lady in the picture. She was surprised when she answered the phone, after I told her secretary who was calling. We talked, and I made a suggestion. I wasn't surprised when she accepted it. Nor surprised when she asked to see me personally. Our meeting was pleasant, and another date was set. Of course, we made it so Monica would be off to work. We struck it off well, this redhead and I. I would like to say that I bedded her that night, but we decided to wait for the right opportunity. I was happy to see that she was more than willing to try me on.

The next day, I went to a house, a small house, I mentioned it before, sitting on the outskirts of town. The man that answered was surprised to see me, as he opened the door to see who was there. I just smiled, saying "Hello, I've something to offer you. To help you get her back" It was a long presentation, but he was damn near crying by the time I left. He almost had me worked up. I knew this was for the best, a long shot to convince her, maybe. But what the heck, it's only money.

Monica was to visit the next day. And she arrived on time. She came in, silence was the mood for the day. The passion was not there, as we made love in my bed. As we rested, she said "Sam came to see me yesterday."

"Really, did you enjoy his visit?" I asked.

As she pulled the used condom off, she replied "Yes, I did." There was a gleam in her eye, as she said that.

I said "Well, hope you didn't say my name like you say his when we make love."

Her eyes flew open, and her hand covered her mouth, as she said "Oh god, I did do it then, didn't I?" I laughed, as she said "I tried not to, but you're just as good as he. Both of you drive me wild in bed." Well, that's nice to know. We both started laughing, as she cuddled up on top of me. After we calmed down, enjoying the warmth of each others bodies, she said "He's offered to build me a new house. A big house, with a big bathroom." She raised her head, "And a courtyard, where we can lay around naked when it's warm and enjoy sex with each other."

I tried not to smile, as I asked "So he wants you back still."

She sighed, "Yes, but where did he get the money?"

"What did he say?" I asked.

She propped herself up, saying "He told me he's been secretly saving it all."

Good boy, not as dim as I thought. I didn't hesitate. "You should go back to him." She looked into my eyes, a pained look on her face. "It shows, Monica. You always will love him."

"What about you." She whimpered, "I think I love you, too."

I chuckled, "I'm sure I'll eventually find someone that's as good as you." No need to say that I already have. We just have to wait to enjoy each other again.

We laid together. For the last time? Maybe, maybe not. We didn't even have any more sex that night. As a matter of fact, I didn't see her for three weeks. She called twice in that stretch, the first time to say that she had agreed to move back in with Sam. And, the second time to say that ground has been broken on their new home.

But it was the night she showed up in my bed, that was memorable. I had just turned off the television, when I heard the door open. It had to be her, as she was the only person that had a key. I heard her coming up the stairs softly, and her calling my name "Paul?"

I said "Come in Monica."

She appeared in the doorway, wearing a broad smile and a long coat. I smiled back, as the coat came off, revealing her naked body. My cock sprang to attention, as she lifted the covers and after kicking off her shoes, she slipped in underneath them next to me. We kissed first, before I said "You sure about this? What about Sam?"

She giggled, as she straddled my hips, grabbed my cock, and slid down it, ready and willing to ride bareback. She put a finger to my lips, as her hips rocked gently, saying "I wore him out. He cried uncle and said that if I wanted more, to come over here." Yeah, I could feel that, as her pussy felt like it was packed with his cum, making the squishy sound of an already fucked cunt enjoying another go. I added my load, and after a brief respite, we were going again. Five hours later, and with me filling her three more times, she left me in a daze, just as fucked as Sam, I'm sure.

It's three weeks later, and early December, and the fire was going strong in the fireplace in my bedroom. Stronger than I, actually. My upper right arm was underneath her left shoulder, with my right hand resting lazily on her on the curve above her right hip. Her pinkish silky skin felt warm, as her left boob was mashed into my side, while her right one aid across my chest. I took my free hand, and kneaded the breast, causing her to stir, raising her sexy red head up, and turn her face to me, smiling seductively with a glazed expression. Her hand slowly went to my spent pecker, her long fingers wrapping about it. I sighed, enjoying the feeling of her tugging on my crusty shaft. Crusty from drilling her sweet body and empting inside of ere three times this evening so far. And I do think the lady was wanting number four.

I stopped groping her c-cup breast, and reached to the nightstand, grabbing my wine glass, and took a sip. I offered her some, and she raised her head, and sipped some as well, and said "That's some fine stuff there Paul. Mead you say?"

I smiled, taking another sip, "Yes, it's a wine made from honey."

"Packs a punch, but yet it seems to make everything feel fine." she replied. Another sip from her, and she licked her lips. "You know, I really am thankful at how you made things work out. Building those two a house was a marvelous idea."

I chuckled, "Well, I finally figured out what she wanted. And, she always did love him. I knew I wasn't going to be able to replace that." I put the glass down, and went back to massaging her breast, admiring the firm, hard extended nipple that protruded at the tip. "So, why me?"

She had a surprised look on her face, before she smiled, and laid her head down on my chest, saying "I don't know. I knew you were widowed. And, from the only time that I had met you years ago, at your wedding, I knew you would make things work out."

"You could have just come to me first. That would have saved us a lot of trouble." She pulled tighter on my manhood, and it responded with a twitch. I was amazed as I could feel it starting to grow once more. "So you pointed her my way."

"Yeah, I did." A slight pause, as she asked "You're not mad, are you?"

I laughed, "Good god, no." Grinning, I said "It was some of the best sex that I've had in a while." I quickly added "Except for tonight, of course."

"What tipped you off?" was her question of the moment.

"I don't think she would have come after me without someone pointing the way. And of course, she told me who she was living with. Of course, I didn't realize you were his sister. Not with the different last name. It was your picture in our wedding album. She pulled it out one night, and she saw your picture. She recognized it as you, but never said anything. I had to look on the back for the name. Then I put it all together. "

She giggled, "Yes, I was married once. Johnson is a better name for a lawyer than Muckster. So, I kept it." About five minutes later, she said softly "In the morning, she's going to call and have you meet them in the park. She wants you to meet someone."

"I take it that I already have."

"Yes, I wanted to try you out first."

"Was the try out successful?"

"There�s room for improvement." was her mocking response.

"So, you were interested in me, all along. And, sending her my way to feel me out so to speak."

She grinned, "Monica gave her account in complete detail." She kissed my cheek, adding "I knew she would go back to him. You buying them a house just made it quicker."

"And you got me quicker." She giggled, as I added "You should have become a lawyer."

"I am, silly."

My cock was solid, and she swung her leg over, quickly impaling her fantastic cunt on it. She leaned forward, and I suckled each tit briefly, before we kissed each others lips. She moaned, "The combination of your mead and that fire sure does keep me warm."

I mockingly protested "What about me?"

She opened her eyes, smiling as she said "Yes, you two." I chuckled, as she said "Maybe we can go somewhere warmer in the near future."

"Well, I am now a hundred grand poorer."

"With your bank account, it's not noticeable. But don't worry, I owe you lots."

"Lots of what?"

She shrugged, her hips gently rocking back and forth, giving my cock another long workout, as he said "A lifetime, maybe." She sat up, her hands going to her hair, fluffing it out as she said "Oh by the way, she's with child."

I raised an eyebrow on hearing that, and after a brief moment, I asked "The night that she came to me, after she went back to Sam?"

"More than likely."

I chuckled, "Well then, I've only a fifty-fifty chance. As she had Sam that day as well!" She smirked, and I asked "What?"

"When she was in recovering after her second child, I talked Sam into going for a vasectomy." She grinned, as she added "And he never told her he had one."

"Shit" was all I could say.

The next day, we met up in the park, and it was a brief gesture of handshakes between Sam and I, and a tight, warm embrace from Monica. With her between us, me on her left, he on her right, we walked down the sidewalk, she had an arm hooked inside ours, as I said, "So, you two getting along better now?"

She giggled softly, and he said "Yes, thanks. We are."

"We're glad you could meet us here today, Paul." she said.

"No problem." I saw her walking towards us. She had a head full of long, vibrant red curls, walking like she was a goddess.

As she approached closer, Monica called out "Hello Katherine."

"This is my sister, Paul." Sam explained as she was soon amongst us.

Both Sam and Monica hugged her tightly. And their smiles turned to shock when she came to me, as we hugged, our lips connecting for a long, sensual kiss. Breaking apart, we turned and smiled at the couple, before I said "Come on, there�s a nice restaurant down here a ways. Serves great food." I turned, hooking my arm in hers, as I said "A lot colder today, isn't it?"

"Yes, but your kiss warmed me up.", she replied, with no sense of humor in it.

"We could get warmer." I added.

"How's that?" she asked.

"How about Tahiti?"

She raised an eyebrow, and all she said was "Hmmmmm."

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