Early Retirement Chapter 10

Early Retirement Chapter 10

True to my word I was very good for the rest of my term in bed. “I should have bribed you with my ass sooner,” Suzanne said laughing. “I would have had a much easier time with you if I had.”

“I agree. I just love your ass, even the dirty part.”

Suzanne smirked. “Especially the dirty part. We will have to do something about that if we decide to move forward with it. Are you sure it will be good for me? I am afraid it will hurt.”

I was finally able to stand on my own and I was getting dressed as I answered, “It can hurt, and it will if I just try to fuck you there. Forget what you see in porn. Those women have multiple enemas the day before and then they stretch their butts with butt plugs before the scene. That is why they can manage even those giant cocks so easily. You must trust me and know that I would never ever hurt you. Now, let us get going. We must be at the doctor’s office in half an hour. I think I will drive.” Suzanne just stood there in the bedroom glaring.

“Remember your lifelong ambition—to be chauffeured by an attractive woman? You are NOT driving. C’mon, let us get into the car.” She closed the house and led me to the passenger’s seat. I did enjoy being treated like royalty, but I was also ready to fend for myself—I hoped. All I needed was clearance from the doctor.

Of course, we were a few minutes early, not that it mattered. We still waited for more than a half hour before being ushered to the inner sanctum where we waited for another twenty minutes before seeing the doctor. She removed my bandages, checking for any signs of infection. I had plenty of scabs, but none of them were yellow or filled with pus. I was thrilled to get a clean bill of health.

“You can play golf again, Robert, but no driving for another week. The detectives have been in touch with me regarding the drug that was used on you. I swear—what is the matter with some people? I do not really believe in the death penalty, but people like these make me reconsider. I wonder how they would enjoy being whipped like you were.”

“Uh, Doctor what about…uh…sex?”

“Hmmm, looking at you two I would guess that was a priority. Okay, but nothing too strenuous until you have regained your strength…at least two more weeks.”

I gave her my thanks and I really meant it. I looked into Suzanne’s eyes, and I could see that she agreed with me. We were both grinning wildly when we returned to the car. Again, in the passenger seat I directed Suzanne to my attorney’s office. We walked in and were seen by Joe Berger almost immediately. Why cannot doctors have appointments like this?

“Okay, Bob we have drawn The Honorable Wilma Jamison. I doubt we could have done better. She is extremely fair, and I am quite sure she will be very understanding, considering your circumstances. Normally, a divorce would take a year in this state. However, this is a case of desertion so the hearing will be extremely informal, and I think she will reduce the required time. Expect her to ask a lot of questions. You will be okay if you just tell the truth. Do not lie and do not embellish. Just tell the plain simple truth and everything will be fine. I will see you at the courthouse at 9:00 a.m. on the 17th.” We were out the door and in the parking lot two minutes later.

“Okay, home now and to bed? I have been waiting for this for a whole week.”

“Umm, would you mind waiting about a half hour longer? I will make it worth your while. I promise.”

Suzanne sighed, “Okay, where to next?”

“Know where Patton Avenue is?”

“Of course.”

“Number 121.”

“I think I have been there. Isn’t that a jewelry store?”

“Yup. Any woman I am engaged to has to have a ring—a nice one. You do not object do you?”

“No—not me. Is this going to be expensive?”

“I certainly hope so.” Five minutes later Suzanne pulled into the parking lot. Had we been in New York I would have taken her to the Diamond District where the jewelers have almost no overhead and prices are rock bottom while the quality is top-notch. However, that does not exist in Asheville. I would have to pay retail, but Suzanne was worth it, and then some. Thirty minutes later we walked out, and Suzanne had her ring—a 2.5 carat blue-white diamond of excellent quality with four baguettes totaling 1.0 carat, two on each side of a thin platinum band. She loved the ring, and I loved her. That was all that mattered. It was the best $30,000 I ever spent.

I was a bit surprised when we went out to lunch. “We have had to do with my cooking for the past week and before that, two days eating in the hospital. We need something good—better than good.” She took me to the country club where we had a couple of thick club sandwiches, homemade fries, and iced tea. She would not let me drink—not yet anyway. We enjoyed our lunch, and I was surprised when she paid. “I think you have spent enough for one day. Now, let us go home.”

It was well worth waiting for. Suzanne and I walked, or should I say ran, to the bedroom shedding our clothes as we went. I almost fell twice trying to get out of my pants. We were both naked by the time we got there. She threw me onto the bed, jumping on top of me and pulling me into a long-wet kiss, a kiss that seemed to go on forever as we rubbed against each other, savoring the sensation of skin on skin. Hers was so soft and so smooth—and so exciting. Normally, I enjoy foreplay as much as the next guy—more—but this was raw unbridled lust. It was FUCKING, not making love. It was an animalistic need, simple. Suzanne rode me like she would ride a wild stallion except that my wild stallion days were well in my past. However, that did not stop her from trying. My cock was sore when it ended—after four orgasms for her and two for me—and it was dark outside, almost eight o’clock. We were exhausted and covered in sexual secretions from our chests to our knees. I would have bet that Suzanne’s nipples were as sore as my cock from the twisting, pulling, and biting I had done. I pulled the blanket over us, and we were asleep in seconds.

To be continued