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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." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74