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Early Retirement Chapter 13
Early Retirement Chapter 13
We slept in, rising after nine and having a big breakfast at the Sheraton’s buffet before walking down the hill to the Pike Place Market. Years ago, I bought a beautiful sterling silver bangle bracelet with inlaid opals and onyx from a vendor here, but the shops come and go so quickly that I was never able to find that merchant again. We walked among the vendors sometimes stopping to look or sample and occasionally to buy some little item. We bought a pair of handmade glass earrings and a colorful set of placemats and matching napkins which I welcomed as Suzanne began to make my home hers.
We strolled down to the harbor to the Aquarium where we spent an hour or so before deciding to be real tourists. Like many natives to the area, Suzanne had never taken any of the city or harbor tours. We just made the deadline for the combination harbor and locks tour. We sat in the sun on the upper deck and relaxed as we sailed from one end of Elliott Bay to the other, listening to the commentary coming from the PA system before the ship ran up the canal to the Chittenden Locks. I had always found the process fascinating and, Suzanne did, too. She stood at the rail as the lock was filled with commercial ships and private boats. Operating the locks was expensive so it made sense to move as many crafts as could fit into the lock. Soon the water level rose, and we were at the level of Lakes Union and Washington. It was an afternoon to remember.
We returned to the hotel, stopped at the concierge desk for dinner reservations, and dropped our purchases in the suite. We had gotten by on soup and sandwiches and snacks while I was recovering. Now I wanted to spoil Suzanne the same way she had spoiled me. We showered quickly and dressed, grabbing a cab up to South Lake Union and Chandler’s Crab House. In route, Suzanne told me she had heard of it, but never eaten there. She was in for a real treat. Chandlers has been one of the best restaurants in the Seattle area for more than twenty years. We discussed what we would do tomorrow night with her parents. We would take them out for dinner; that was a certainty because they were not expecting her until Saturday. I wondered if we would wind up with her ex, too. I resolved to be on my best behavior. I knew this was important to Suzanne.
We went back to the casino the following morning, staying and gambling until we had finished lunch. Suzanne phoned then and told her mom she was in town, and she had a surprise. She would be there in an hour or so and—no—she was not telling them about the surprise until she was there. Back up I-5, I drove, past Seattle and up to Arlington which was less than forty minutes beyond. It was an hour and a half later when she rang the bell. I knew she was nervous she was squeezing my hand.
“Well, hi Suzy we were not expecting you until tomorrow. But…who is this?”
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Robinson, I’m Bob Young, Suzanne’s fiancé.” I expected a reaction, but not what happened. I reached out and caught Suzanne’s mom just before she hit the floor. She had fainted dead away. Suzanne opened the door while I picked her mom up and carried her into the living room, setting her carefully on the couch. Suzanne ran to the kitchen for some water while I rubbed her mom’s cheeks. She awoke with a start. “Just sit there a second. You fainted. I have been told I have that effect on women sometimes. Suzanne will be back in a sec…oh, here she is now.”
“I heard that Bob—and I thought you were going to be on your best behavior. I thought I would have to introduce Bob, but I see he is managed that on his own. Yes, Mom, I am engaged and in about three weeks I will be happily married.”
“Are you getting married in the church?”
“No, Mom…I would say sorry, but I am not. I met Bob playing golf. He is the nicest, politest, and most considerate man I have ever met. No, he’s not Catholic. He does not even go to church, but neither do I so neither of us thinks that is important. Mom, I am 36—old enough to make my own decisions and my decision is…Bob. I love him with all my heart, and I know he loves me just as much. Here has another drink. Where’s Dad?”
“He went to get David. Oh, dear what a mess this is going to be.”
“Don’t you think it is time you learned to mind your own business? David and I are never getting together again. Never! Ever! Marrying him was the biggest mistake I have ever made. However, I do want to speak with him. He will not have to send me any more money. I am sure he will be thrilled to hear that.”
“Your father will not be pleased that you’re not marrying in the church, Suzanne.”
“I do not care, Mom. Can’t we even talk without your criticizing me about religion? Did you ever stop to think about why I do not go to church? Take a guess. Between you and Dad….”
“Don’t Suzanne,” I interrupted, “We came here so I could meet your family. We do not need an argument before we even start. I am pleased to meet you, Ms. Robinson. Despite what Suzanne says you must have done something right to raise someone of her caliber. I recently had a…um…let us call it an accident and she stayed with me twenty-four hours a day for more than a week doing everything for me. That is what cinched it for me. I thought I was in love with her before, but then I knew for sure. I could see her love in everything she did for me.”
“What do you do for a living?”
“, I am retired. I was in investment banking—mergers and acquisitions. I have more than enough to provide for the two of us for the rest of our lives—even three or four lives.”
“Have you ever been married? You know the church does not condone divorce.”
“That is an interesting comment considering that Suzanne is divorced. Yes, I do know that, but since I was raised as a Methodist, I do not worry about it too much. The fact is I am married now but will be divorced in three weeks. The judge has already told us she will marry us as soon as it has done. Do I hear a car outside?” I did. Things were going to get even more interesting.
His dad came in with her ex. Truthfully, he did not impress me very much; he was short and slender with stooped shoulders. Everyone stood there trying to figure out what was going on, so I took the initiative to break the ice. “Hi, I am Robert Young—no relation to the actor. I am Suzanne’s fiancé. I assume you are
her dad and from what I have been told you must be David.” I extended my hand, and they shook it, but they were still in a daze. Suzanne took a step and hugged her dad.
“Hello, David. I am glad you are here. Bob and I will be married in three weeks so you can stop sending me money. I do not need it any longer and, truthfully, I do not want it. Don’t you think it is time you moved on? We have been divorced for three years now. Find yourself another woman. Why don’t we sit down and talk like civilized people?”
I looked around and saw the couch was taken so I sat in a nearby chair. Suzanne let everyone know she was serious by sitting in my lap and giving me a quick kiss and hug. Silence may be golden, but this silence was deadly. Once again, I took the initiative, “So, David what do you do for a living?”
“I am an assistant manager at a local bank. What do you do?”
“I was just explaining to Suzanne’s mom that I am retired. I was an investment banker for more than thirty years, rising the ladder to Executive Vice President at my firm. Suzanne and I live in the same town now and we belong to the same country club. That is how we met. I believe in being direct so I’m telling you upfront that I’m not Catholic, I’m in the process of getting a divorce from my wife who cheated on me and split with her lover, and we’re going to be married by the same judge who’s handling the divorce on the same day it will be finalized.”
“I do not approve of any of that. It is a violation of our religious beliefs.”
“Well, sir I respect your right to your religious beliefs, but don’t you think that you should respect ours? Anything less is hypocrisy to the nth degree. I believe in God and in living a righteous life, but I am not big on organized religion. Suzanne is not either. Ask yourself why you live here and your daughter lives more than 2,500 miles away. It is not because of her job. If I were in your situation, I would want to have a relationship with my daughter. We have not talked about it, but I would not be averse to having a family. Suzanne is certainly young enough, but it is something we will discuss and decide on our own.” Suzanne leaned down to give me another kiss.
Things thawed a bit once David spoke up. “I am incredibly happy for you, Suzanne. I will leave now. Truth is, I have already found someone else. I was just afraid to say anything to your parents. They can be intimidating sometimes—like now. Your boyfriend has a lot of guts to stand up to them. He is a lot braver than I am, that is for sure.” He walked over to shake my hand and kiss Suzanne on her cheek before turning around and striding out the door.
I spoke before he left. “How would you like to get your girlfriend and join us for dinner? Suzanne and I were thinking about Ruth’s Chris. I have a reservation for around six.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll feel like a fifth wheel.”
“Well,” I responded, “you might if you were alone, but you will have your girlfriend. I bet she will be pleased to know you do not have to pay alimony any longer. RI would be our pleasure. Just meet us there around six. If we are not there yet just having a drink and tell them to put it on my tab.”
“Okay, I will think about it, but I need to make a phone call first. Bye…nice to meet you.” He turned and walked out the door. I liked him—a lot more now that I knew he was not interested in my wife-to-be. Now all I had to do was thaw out her parents. Unfortunately, their first question to Suzanne set the tone for the rest of the visit.
“How is your condo working out, Suzanne,” her mom asked.
“I have it on the market, Mom, although Bob thinks I should just donate it to some charity like Habitat for Humanity or the Salvation Army. It is only worth about $45,000. The condominium market was badly hit by the housing crash.”
“How could you even think about a loss like that? That is a lot of money, you know.”
Suzanne was flustered so I gave her a quick hug and responded for her. “I am sure you will not approve, but Suzanne and I are both adults, capable of making our own decisions. She has been living in my house with me and, yes, we have been sharing the same bed. The house was appraised at almost a million and I have no mortgage on it. Even though I am officially retired I am still getting my salary and will for another four years. I also have several million in investments so there is no doubt I can provide for Suzanne. Truthfully, we can use the tax deduction if Suzanne decides to donate it. I know that $45,000 is a lot of money to most people, but it is not to me…to us.”
“Bob’s right, Daddy. Have you noticed my ring? It is worth as much as my condominium and it is a lot better looking, too. It was a decent place to live if you do not like hot water. You can come to visit us once we are married. I am sure you will like the house. It is right on the golf course and the property owner’s association has a beautiful pool and clubhouse.”
“Hmmm…so your wife was cheating on you?”
“Yeah…it is a long story that I do not like telling, but I will—once. We met a couple from the neighborhood and learned that they were swingers.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“I must agree. I did not want any part of it, but my wife wanted to try it. I went along basically because she was going with or without me and I could not let her go alone into a potentially dangerous situation. The bottom line, he has a huge penis and she fell in love with it. She cheated every opportunity until I came home from golf one day and found a letter saying that she had left me. It was a low time in my life, but if it did not happen, I would never have met Suzanne.”
“That is terrible. How long were you married?”
“Thirty years, but that is in my past. I am much more interested in my future with Suzanne.” Things were better after that, and we chatted amiably. I was sure that they disapproved of everything about me, but I did not c neither did Suzanne. We left at 5:20 for dinner.
I was surprised, and I guess everyone else was, too to find David and his girlfriend Lea in the bar. He introduced everyone and we went in to eat. Lea was a tiny little thing, probably not more than five feet one and if she weighed more than a hundred pounds I would have been astounded. However, she was pretty, and it was obvious that she was head over heels in love with David.
We enjoyed a wonderful meal with lively conversation and lots of laughter, especially when Suzanne told us about our first time at the range after my “accident.” Fortunately, nobody asked what kind of accident, so I did not have to explain. We all had a bit too much to drink and I did not want to drive so we put Suzanne’s folks into a cab. We walked up the block to the Sheraton after paying the valet to drive the rental to the hotel. We promised to meet her parents again the following afternoon.
We were in the suite when I asked, “What did you think?”
“I thought they were jerks—no, worse than jerks. They were downright rude.”
“They are parents. They love you and want the best for you.”
“I have that.”
“Yeah, but they do not know that. What did you think of Lea?”
“Nice enough, but she reminds me of junior high school. She is just so small.”
“Maybe, but it’s obvious she’s in love with David.”
“I am glad; it will be good for him, and he can escape my parents, too. He was right about one thing—you do have a lot of balls. Really talking to my parents like that. Shame!” It was all Suzanne could do to keep a straight face. “Truthfully, if David had ever done that, I would still be married to him. He let my father walk all over him. There were times I wondered if he had any backbone.”
“I have arthritis in mine.” She shook her head with a smirk, but came to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and drew me in for a long sensual kiss, mashing her lips into mine.
She pulled back a minute or so later and whispered, “I know something else that has a big bone in it—at least it feels that way when it’s in me.”
“Just so long as you’re satisfied with it.” I brought her back for another deep kiss. Her soft plump lips ground into mine as our tongues dueled and danced together. I broke it a few minutes later to ask, “Why are we dressed?” Suzanne just shrugged her shoulders and began to shrug out of her blouse and slacks. I stood by—amused—as I watched her rush to make love to me. She wore only her panties, a tiny garment if ever I saw one when she came to me again this time to slowly undress me. She had an evil grin on her face. I had no idea what I was in for, but I was looking forward to it.
Suzanne pushed my naked form back onto the bed as she knelt between my legs. “I’ve been hungry all night.”
“Didn’t you have enough to eat?”
“You did not let me finish…for this. I love you, Bob. You are the most wonderful man I have ever met.”
“Yeah…if only I were Catholic, I’d be perfect.” Suzanne scowled and slapped my thigh, laughing as I cringed in mock terror and pain. She was shaking her head as she reached out to touch my sensitive cock with the tip of her tongue. It throbbed and jumped in response.
Suzanne chuckled, “Geez, I wonder what it will do when suck on it.”
“I have a good idea based on patience.”
Suzanne would have chuckled again if she had not taken me deep into her mouth. Her lips pressed into my pubic hair as I entered her throat. She had incredible muscle control. I could feel her throat muscles ripple up and down my cock. It was heavenly. She gently pulled back until only the head rested on her tongue. “This is your reward for being so good with my parents.”
“I appreciate the thought, but don’t I get to take care of you?”
“Not tonight; you can fuck me tomorrow morning if you’re in the mood.”
“Hmmm…what’s the chance of that I wonder?”
“Probably about a hundred percent.” Now it was my turn to chuckle. Suzanne knew me too well. I relaxed as she went back to work sucking and licking my cock. She fondled my balls and surprised me when she pushed her finger into my asshole. Thankfully, she had moistened it first. A touch of my prostate was all it took to send me over. My cock felt like it had exploded. River after river of hot slick semen flowed into Suzanne’s throat and stomach. Finally, she pushed my legs up onto the bed and climbed on top of me.
She had just kissed my cheek when she spoke again, “Were your ears burning when we went to the lady’s room?”
“Why? Were you talking about me?”
“Yeah—Mom reacted to your comment about Frank’s huge penis. She thought you meant that yours was small. I corrected her, of course, but the surprise was Lea. She is thrilled that David’s is small. Apparently, She’ swan there. She told us that her previous attempts at sex were all very painful.”
I shook my head—the things women talk about—are amazing. We talked for a while about what she wanted to do tomorrow. She suggested going to some park up near the border, commenting that it was one of her parents’ favorite places. Then we would go back to their house for dinner. I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew it was morning and Suzanne was leaning over me. I looked up, smiled, and pulled her down for a quick kiss. Ever playful, Suzanne climbed onto my body, trapping my cock between us. She only had to rub it a few times against her abdomen to make me granite hard. Her lips pressed into mine as her hips rose to engulf me. She broke the kiss to arch her back and begin her ride, one that would prove fantastic for both of us. Her little nub was red and hard as she pushed it into me with surprising force and ever-increasing pace. I knew she would not take long after denying herself last night and I was right. I could see tiny tremors beneath her skin growing larger and stronger every second until she froze in place for almost ten seconds before going crazy on my cock. She turned, jumped, and pounded and shook. Her arms flailed uselessly until I grabbed and held her tight. I caressed her face and ran my fingers through her hair while I told her over and over how much I loved her.
We showered and dressed before dining once again at the breakfast buffet. It was included in our room, so why not? We returned to the suite to clean up and use the restroom before driving up to Arlington to see her parents. Her mother smiled when she came to the door. “It is satisfying, Suzy. It is written all over your face—you had a wonderful time this morning, didn’t you? Do not let your father hear us talking like this. He is honed when it comes to sex, you know.” She let us in, and I was surprised when she gave me a peck on my cheek.
Her dad walked down the stairs a few minutes later and we walked out to the car end route to the park. We strolled through what seemed to be virgin forests, but what would I know? I grew up in suburban Long Island and there were no woods anywhere nearby. All I knew was that I was in beautiful surroundings with a beautiful woman who, for some reason, loved me.
We returned home in mid-afternoon where I joined my future father-in-law in watching a ball game while we slugged down a few beers and ate some nachos. Suzanne walked into the den around five to warn me not to eat too much. “Mom is making her pot roast. It is one of Dad’s favorites and mine, too. I hope you like it. Mom’s been showing me the recipe.” She leaned over and kissed me before returning to the kitchen.
I must say the dinner was great. It had been ages since I had a decent pot roast. It was one of my favorites, too. I especially loved thick gravy and Suzanne’s mom did not disappoint. I prayed silently that Suzanne could cook this well, but even if she could not, I was going to marry her anyway. We left around eight for the drive back to the Sheraton. We had an early flight back to Asheville.
To be continued
We slept in, rising after nine and having a big breakfast at the Sheraton’s buffet before walking down the hill to the Pike Place Market. Years ago, I bought a beautiful sterling silver bangle bracelet with inlaid opals and onyx from a vendor here, but the shops come and go so quickly that I was never able to find that merchant again. We walked among the vendors sometimes stopping to look or sample and occasionally to buy some little item. We bought a pair of handmade glass earrings and a colorful set of placemats and matching napkins which I welcomed as Suzanne began to make my home hers.
We strolled down to the harbor to the Aquarium where we spent an hour or so before deciding to be real tourists. Like many natives to the area, Suzanne had never taken any of the city or harbor tours. We just made the deadline for the combination harbor and locks tour. We sat in the sun on the upper deck and relaxed as we sailed from one end of Elliott Bay to the other, listening to the commentary coming from the PA system before the ship ran up the canal to the Chittenden Locks. I had always found the process fascinating and, Suzanne did, too. She stood at the rail as the lock was filled with commercial ships and private boats. Operating the locks was expensive so it made sense to move as many crafts as could fit into the lock. Soon the water level rose, and we were at the level of Lakes Union and Washington. It was an afternoon to remember.
We returned to the hotel, stopped at the concierge desk for dinner reservations, and dropped our purchases in the suite. We had gotten by on soup and sandwiches and snacks while I was recovering. Now I wanted to spoil Suzanne the same way she had spoiled me. We showered quickly and dressed, grabbing a cab up to South Lake Union and Chandler’s Crab House. In route, Suzanne told me she had heard of it, but never eaten there. She was in for a real treat. Chandlers has been one of the best restaurants in the Seattle area for more than twenty years. We discussed what we would do tomorrow night with her parents. We would take them out for dinner; that was a certainty because they were not expecting her until Saturday. I wondered if we would wind up with her ex, too. I resolved to be on my best behavior. I knew this was important to Suzanne.
We went back to the casino the following morning, staying and gambling until we had finished lunch. Suzanne phoned then and told her mom she was in town, and she had a surprise. She would be there in an hour or so and—no—she was not telling them about the surprise until she was there. Back up I-5, I drove, past Seattle and up to Arlington which was less than forty minutes beyond. It was an hour and a half later when she rang the bell. I knew she was nervous she was squeezing my hand.
“Well, hi Suzy we were not expecting you until tomorrow. But…who is this?”
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Robinson, I’m Bob Young, Suzanne’s fiancé.” I expected a reaction, but not what happened. I reached out and caught Suzanne’s mom just before she hit the floor. She had fainted dead away. Suzanne opened the door while I picked her mom up and carried her into the living room, setting her carefully on the couch. Suzanne ran to the kitchen for some water while I rubbed her mom’s cheeks. She awoke with a start. “Just sit there a second. You fainted. I have been told I have that effect on women sometimes. Suzanne will be back in a sec…oh, here she is now.”
“I heard that Bob—and I thought you were going to be on your best behavior. I thought I would have to introduce Bob, but I see he is managed that on his own. Yes, Mom, I am engaged and in about three weeks I will be happily married.”
“Are you getting married in the church?”
“No, Mom…I would say sorry, but I am not. I met Bob playing golf. He is the nicest, politest, and most considerate man I have ever met. No, he’s not Catholic. He does not even go to church, but neither do I so neither of us thinks that is important. Mom, I am 36—old enough to make my own decisions and my decision is…Bob. I love him with all my heart, and I know he loves me just as much. Here has another drink. Where’s Dad?”
“He went to get David. Oh, dear what a mess this is going to be.”
“Don’t you think it is time you learned to mind your own business? David and I are never getting together again. Never! Ever! Marrying him was the biggest mistake I have ever made. However, I do want to speak with him. He will not have to send me any more money. I am sure he will be thrilled to hear that.”
“Your father will not be pleased that you’re not marrying in the church, Suzanne.”
“I do not care, Mom. Can’t we even talk without your criticizing me about religion? Did you ever stop to think about why I do not go to church? Take a guess. Between you and Dad….”
“Don’t Suzanne,” I interrupted, “We came here so I could meet your family. We do not need an argument before we even start. I am pleased to meet you, Ms. Robinson. Despite what Suzanne says you must have done something right to raise someone of her caliber. I recently had a…um…let us call it an accident and she stayed with me twenty-four hours a day for more than a week doing everything for me. That is what cinched it for me. I thought I was in love with her before, but then I knew for sure. I could see her love in everything she did for me.”
“What do you do for a living?”
“, I am retired. I was in investment banking—mergers and acquisitions. I have more than enough to provide for the two of us for the rest of our lives—even three or four lives.”
“Have you ever been married? You know the church does not condone divorce.”
“That is an interesting comment considering that Suzanne is divorced. Yes, I do know that, but since I was raised as a Methodist, I do not worry about it too much. The fact is I am married now but will be divorced in three weeks. The judge has already told us she will marry us as soon as it has done. Do I hear a car outside?” I did. Things were going to get even more interesting.
His dad came in with her ex. Truthfully, he did not impress me very much; he was short and slender with stooped shoulders. Everyone stood there trying to figure out what was going on, so I took the initiative to break the ice. “Hi, I am Robert Young—no relation to the actor. I am Suzanne’s fiancé. I assume you are
her dad and from what I have been told you must be David.” I extended my hand, and they shook it, but they were still in a daze. Suzanne took a step and hugged her dad.
“Hello, David. I am glad you are here. Bob and I will be married in three weeks so you can stop sending me money. I do not need it any longer and, truthfully, I do not want it. Don’t you think it is time you moved on? We have been divorced for three years now. Find yourself another woman. Why don’t we sit down and talk like civilized people?”
I looked around and saw the couch was taken so I sat in a nearby chair. Suzanne let everyone know she was serious by sitting in my lap and giving me a quick kiss and hug. Silence may be golden, but this silence was deadly. Once again, I took the initiative, “So, David what do you do for a living?”
“I am an assistant manager at a local bank. What do you do?”
“I was just explaining to Suzanne’s mom that I am retired. I was an investment banker for more than thirty years, rising the ladder to Executive Vice President at my firm. Suzanne and I live in the same town now and we belong to the same country club. That is how we met. I believe in being direct so I’m telling you upfront that I’m not Catholic, I’m in the process of getting a divorce from my wife who cheated on me and split with her lover, and we’re going to be married by the same judge who’s handling the divorce on the same day it will be finalized.”
“I do not approve of any of that. It is a violation of our religious beliefs.”
“Well, sir I respect your right to your religious beliefs, but don’t you think that you should respect ours? Anything less is hypocrisy to the nth degree. I believe in God and in living a righteous life, but I am not big on organized religion. Suzanne is not either. Ask yourself why you live here and your daughter lives more than 2,500 miles away. It is not because of her job. If I were in your situation, I would want to have a relationship with my daughter. We have not talked about it, but I would not be averse to having a family. Suzanne is certainly young enough, but it is something we will discuss and decide on our own.” Suzanne leaned down to give me another kiss.
Things thawed a bit once David spoke up. “I am incredibly happy for you, Suzanne. I will leave now. Truth is, I have already found someone else. I was just afraid to say anything to your parents. They can be intimidating sometimes—like now. Your boyfriend has a lot of guts to stand up to them. He is a lot braver than I am, that is for sure.” He walked over to shake my hand and kiss Suzanne on her cheek before turning around and striding out the door.
I spoke before he left. “How would you like to get your girlfriend and join us for dinner? Suzanne and I were thinking about Ruth’s Chris. I have a reservation for around six.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll feel like a fifth wheel.”
“Well,” I responded, “you might if you were alone, but you will have your girlfriend. I bet she will be pleased to know you do not have to pay alimony any longer. RI would be our pleasure. Just meet us there around six. If we are not there yet just having a drink and tell them to put it on my tab.”
“Okay, I will think about it, but I need to make a phone call first. Bye…nice to meet you.” He turned and walked out the door. I liked him—a lot more now that I knew he was not interested in my wife-to-be. Now all I had to do was thaw out her parents. Unfortunately, their first question to Suzanne set the tone for the rest of the visit.
“How is your condo working out, Suzanne,” her mom asked.
“I have it on the market, Mom, although Bob thinks I should just donate it to some charity like Habitat for Humanity or the Salvation Army. It is only worth about $45,000. The condominium market was badly hit by the housing crash.”
“How could you even think about a loss like that? That is a lot of money, you know.”
Suzanne was flustered so I gave her a quick hug and responded for her. “I am sure you will not approve, but Suzanne and I are both adults, capable of making our own decisions. She has been living in my house with me and, yes, we have been sharing the same bed. The house was appraised at almost a million and I have no mortgage on it. Even though I am officially retired I am still getting my salary and will for another four years. I also have several million in investments so there is no doubt I can provide for Suzanne. Truthfully, we can use the tax deduction if Suzanne decides to donate it. I know that $45,000 is a lot of money to most people, but it is not to me…to us.”
“Bob’s right, Daddy. Have you noticed my ring? It is worth as much as my condominium and it is a lot better looking, too. It was a decent place to live if you do not like hot water. You can come to visit us once we are married. I am sure you will like the house. It is right on the golf course and the property owner’s association has a beautiful pool and clubhouse.”
“Hmmm…so your wife was cheating on you?”
“Yeah…it is a long story that I do not like telling, but I will—once. We met a couple from the neighborhood and learned that they were swingers.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“I must agree. I did not want any part of it, but my wife wanted to try it. I went along basically because she was going with or without me and I could not let her go alone into a potentially dangerous situation. The bottom line, he has a huge penis and she fell in love with it. She cheated every opportunity until I came home from golf one day and found a letter saying that she had left me. It was a low time in my life, but if it did not happen, I would never have met Suzanne.”
“That is terrible. How long were you married?”
“Thirty years, but that is in my past. I am much more interested in my future with Suzanne.” Things were better after that, and we chatted amiably. I was sure that they disapproved of everything about me, but I did not c neither did Suzanne. We left at 5:20 for dinner.
I was surprised, and I guess everyone else was, too to find David and his girlfriend Lea in the bar. He introduced everyone and we went in to eat. Lea was a tiny little thing, probably not more than five feet one and if she weighed more than a hundred pounds I would have been astounded. However, she was pretty, and it was obvious that she was head over heels in love with David.
We enjoyed a wonderful meal with lively conversation and lots of laughter, especially when Suzanne told us about our first time at the range after my “accident.” Fortunately, nobody asked what kind of accident, so I did not have to explain. We all had a bit too much to drink and I did not want to drive so we put Suzanne’s folks into a cab. We walked up the block to the Sheraton after paying the valet to drive the rental to the hotel. We promised to meet her parents again the following afternoon.
We were in the suite when I asked, “What did you think?”
“I thought they were jerks—no, worse than jerks. They were downright rude.”
“They are parents. They love you and want the best for you.”
“I have that.”
“Yeah, but they do not know that. What did you think of Lea?”
“Nice enough, but she reminds me of junior high school. She is just so small.”
“Maybe, but it’s obvious she’s in love with David.”
“I am glad; it will be good for him, and he can escape my parents, too. He was right about one thing—you do have a lot of balls. Really talking to my parents like that. Shame!” It was all Suzanne could do to keep a straight face. “Truthfully, if David had ever done that, I would still be married to him. He let my father walk all over him. There were times I wondered if he had any backbone.”
“I have arthritis in mine.” She shook her head with a smirk, but came to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and drew me in for a long sensual kiss, mashing her lips into mine.
She pulled back a minute or so later and whispered, “I know something else that has a big bone in it—at least it feels that way when it’s in me.”
“Just so long as you’re satisfied with it.” I brought her back for another deep kiss. Her soft plump lips ground into mine as our tongues dueled and danced together. I broke it a few minutes later to ask, “Why are we dressed?” Suzanne just shrugged her shoulders and began to shrug out of her blouse and slacks. I stood by—amused—as I watched her rush to make love to me. She wore only her panties, a tiny garment if ever I saw one when she came to me again this time to slowly undress me. She had an evil grin on her face. I had no idea what I was in for, but I was looking forward to it.
Suzanne pushed my naked form back onto the bed as she knelt between my legs. “I’ve been hungry all night.”
“Didn’t you have enough to eat?”
“You did not let me finish…for this. I love you, Bob. You are the most wonderful man I have ever met.”
“Yeah…if only I were Catholic, I’d be perfect.” Suzanne scowled and slapped my thigh, laughing as I cringed in mock terror and pain. She was shaking her head as she reached out to touch my sensitive cock with the tip of her tongue. It throbbed and jumped in response.
Suzanne chuckled, “Geez, I wonder what it will do when suck on it.”
“I have a good idea based on patience.”
Suzanne would have chuckled again if she had not taken me deep into her mouth. Her lips pressed into my pubic hair as I entered her throat. She had incredible muscle control. I could feel her throat muscles ripple up and down my cock. It was heavenly. She gently pulled back until only the head rested on her tongue. “This is your reward for being so good with my parents.”
“I appreciate the thought, but don’t I get to take care of you?”
“Not tonight; you can fuck me tomorrow morning if you’re in the mood.”
“Hmmm…what’s the chance of that I wonder?”
“Probably about a hundred percent.” Now it was my turn to chuckle. Suzanne knew me too well. I relaxed as she went back to work sucking and licking my cock. She fondled my balls and surprised me when she pushed her finger into my asshole. Thankfully, she had moistened it first. A touch of my prostate was all it took to send me over. My cock felt like it had exploded. River after river of hot slick semen flowed into Suzanne’s throat and stomach. Finally, she pushed my legs up onto the bed and climbed on top of me.
She had just kissed my cheek when she spoke again, “Were your ears burning when we went to the lady’s room?”
“Why? Were you talking about me?”
“Yeah—Mom reacted to your comment about Frank’s huge penis. She thought you meant that yours was small. I corrected her, of course, but the surprise was Lea. She is thrilled that David’s is small. Apparently, She’ swan there. She told us that her previous attempts at sex were all very painful.”
I shook my head—the things women talk about—are amazing. We talked for a while about what she wanted to do tomorrow. She suggested going to some park up near the border, commenting that it was one of her parents’ favorite places. Then we would go back to their house for dinner. I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew it was morning and Suzanne was leaning over me. I looked up, smiled, and pulled her down for a quick kiss. Ever playful, Suzanne climbed onto my body, trapping my cock between us. She only had to rub it a few times against her abdomen to make me granite hard. Her lips pressed into mine as her hips rose to engulf me. She broke the kiss to arch her back and begin her ride, one that would prove fantastic for both of us. Her little nub was red and hard as she pushed it into me with surprising force and ever-increasing pace. I knew she would not take long after denying herself last night and I was right. I could see tiny tremors beneath her skin growing larger and stronger every second until she froze in place for almost ten seconds before going crazy on my cock. She turned, jumped, and pounded and shook. Her arms flailed uselessly until I grabbed and held her tight. I caressed her face and ran my fingers through her hair while I told her over and over how much I loved her.
We showered and dressed before dining once again at the breakfast buffet. It was included in our room, so why not? We returned to the suite to clean up and use the restroom before driving up to Arlington to see her parents. Her mother smiled when she came to the door. “It is satisfying, Suzy. It is written all over your face—you had a wonderful time this morning, didn’t you? Do not let your father hear us talking like this. He is honed when it comes to sex, you know.” She let us in, and I was surprised when she gave me a peck on my cheek.
Her dad walked down the stairs a few minutes later and we walked out to the car end route to the park. We strolled through what seemed to be virgin forests, but what would I know? I grew up in suburban Long Island and there were no woods anywhere nearby. All I knew was that I was in beautiful surroundings with a beautiful woman who, for some reason, loved me.
We returned home in mid-afternoon where I joined my future father-in-law in watching a ball game while we slugged down a few beers and ate some nachos. Suzanne walked into the den around five to warn me not to eat too much. “Mom is making her pot roast. It is one of Dad’s favorites and mine, too. I hope you like it. Mom’s been showing me the recipe.” She leaned over and kissed me before returning to the kitchen.
I must say the dinner was great. It had been ages since I had a decent pot roast. It was one of my favorites, too. I especially loved thick gravy and Suzanne’s mom did not disappoint. I prayed silently that Suzanne could cook this well, but even if she could not, I was going to marry her anyway. We left around eight for the drive back to the Sheraton. We had an early flight back to Asheville.
To be continued
Published 13th Sep 2022
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14th Sep 2022 5:19am
You are such a great storyteller my friend, and say that with the most humbly respect...
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