Early Retirement Chapter 14

Early Retirement Chapter 14

The flight was uneventful. We took off on time and we landed on schedule. It was great to sleep in our bed even though I expected to replace it in a few days. Suzanne surprised me the following morning by bringing the smallest butt plug and a bottle of lube to me while I was shaving. She was wearing a huge grin on her face. “Okay,” I told her, “We will try it, but the first time you experience any pain we are done, and I do not want you hiding pain from me. Okay? Agreed?” Suzanne nodded, and kissed me, getting a smudge of shaving foam on her nose before turning around and bending over.

I asked her if she had to go, but she said, “No; I did its last night, remember?” I did. Suzanne and I had no secrets from each other. We peed and pooped in each other’s presence every day.

I rubbed some lube over the plug and told her to press as though she were moving her bowels. I pushed the plugin easily. She smiled when I asked her if she was okay. I kissed each one of her cute butt cheeks leaving foam on each one. We both laughed and went out for breakfast.

We rented a storage locker and moved all of Sandra’s remaining clothes, shoes, jewelry, and cosmetics over the next few days. I rented a truck and moved all the pieces of the bedroom set except the mattress. It was fun sleeping so low, except when we had to get up in the morning. Suzanne climbed out easily, but it was a struggle for me. She teased me mercilessly about being so old and feeble. Then I would grab her, pull her down and fuck her madly until she laughed and came at least once and sometimes twice as I drowned her poor pussy in semen. Then she told me how much she loved me. We were ready to shop the following Saturday. We rose early and drove first to Hickory where there are a ton of furniture showrooms. From there we drove another two hours to High Point, arriving in midafternoon.

I always found shopping for anything tedious, but that was before Suzanne. Her energy and enthusiasm were contagious. After being disappointed in Hickory we found several excellent sets in High Point before deciding on one.

“I like this one,” I told her, looking at the sleigh bed. “I could brace my feet against this big footboard and….” I got an elbow in the ribs for that one, but she was smiling and there was a twinkle in her eyes, so I knew she agreed. It was expensive, but I loved the armoire (for me) and the dresser and night tables, too. Best of all, it was in stock, and we could have it in a month or so.

That is when I took the salesperson aside and suggested we receive it in a week. I had opened my wallet and taken out two hundred as an inducement. “Let me see what we can do.” He held his hand out for the money, but I gripped it tightly.

“Let’s see what you can do first.” He was disappointed but nodded and went to find his manager. They returned together and we spoke quietly. Fifteen minutes later they were $300 richer, and our furniture would be delivered the following Thursday. They agreed to take the old mattress and box spring, so I was well satisfied.

We found a nearby hotel and relaxed at last after a long and tiring day. Okay, it was long and tiring for me, but Suzanne was still full of energy. I sometimes thought that there was a shopping gene on the X-chromosome—you know--the one that determined a woman’s sex.

I was lying on the bed, my eyes closed, when Suzanne informed me that we needed to do some more shopping. I groaned as she continued—sheets, pillows, and a whole bunch of other stuff. I groaned again, but I was only kidding, and she knew it. She fell on top of me, gripping my head before leaning down for a sweet kiss. I would have continued, but she broke it to tell me, “Let us grab a bite while you are still awake. I know how much you love shopping.” She gave me a friendly poke in the ribs and pulled me vertically. A minute later we were out the door to the lobby where we asked about local restaurants. I let Suzanne decide what kind of food to eat while I paid attention to the directions. She picked an Italian restaurant, one on the high end with dishes like veal parmigiana and steak pizzaiola, but no pizza. We ate heartily and returned to our room.

One thing about hotel rooms—they are all about the same. I would usually take a suite if one were available, but this was High Point, not Charlotte, and certainly not Seattle. Suzanne helped to undress me and led me to the combo tub/shower. She washed me, dried me, and put me to bed. “See you in the morning, darling.” She kissed me and went to take care of her own needs. When I saw her next it was a beautiful sunny morning.

We drove home—it was a Sunday morning, so traffic was light. This was the week I had been waiting for—the week I would finally be free of Sandra and the week I would marry Suzanne. It was also the week I expected to stick my cock into Suzanne’s beautiful tight butt. I knew she was concerned about the act being “dirty” so I assured her it would not bother me. All the same, she wanted to have an enema first. Of course, she wanted me to give it to her. She had started with a tiny plug—only one inch at its widest and a half inch at the neck. Now she was up to two and a half and one inches, respectively. She only had two more plugs and she was pressing me to move forward. All I had to do was make sure it was an experience to remember—one she would want to do repeatedly.

She pulled me into the bathroom and bent over. “You are getting to be a real pain in the ass. You know that?”
“I hope so. Now pull that out and push in the bigger one. I must be made for this. You have not hurt me even once yet.”
“Well, at the rate you are going we should be able to do it by Wednesday or Thursday. How would you like to break into our new bed?”
I’m thinking of Wednesday after you finish playing golf.” This had been our only argument. I wanted to play, but with Suzanne. She wanted me to keep my existing friends and make new ones. You know who won that discussion.

I was up early to join the Men’s League—the first time since my incident. Everyone was glad to see me. The whipping and the subsequent arrests had been front page news for more than two weeks. Even now there were still updates occasionally on page two or three. The descriptions of my wounds were horrific. Fortunately, there had been no mention of their attempt to force me into chastity. The guys shook my hand, but nobody came anywhere near my back even though I had completely healed more than a month ago. I had a decent warm-up, but nothing special so I was a bit apprehensive as I approached the first tee.

Everything came together just as it had during my first round back with Suzanne. I had six pars and three birdies on the front nine and seven pars, a birdie, and an eagle on the back, sinking a 120-yard wedge on a par four. I had shot a six-under sixty-six, my best round ever. I could not wait to get home to tell Suzanne. I could not wait to get back to Suzanne—period. Unfortunately, I had to stick around for an hour as my teammates were big winners in addition to my victories. I drove home that afternoon with $80 in my pocket. I felt like a pro.

I rushed in, ripping off my clothes a route to the bedroom. Suzanne was there naked and waiting for me in the bathroom. We prepped her enema while I excitedly reviewed my round with her. She was thrilled for me as I filled her ass with two quarts of warm water and then watched as she expelled it into the bowl. We showered together, kissing, and touching each other in our nervousness. Once we were dry, she led me to our bed.

I looked down at the bed only twelve inches above the floor wondering how we were going to do it. Then I remembered how limber Suzanne was. I laid her on the bed, a big pillow under her hips, her legs up and resting on my shoulders. I lubed one of the fingers of my left hand and gently pushed it into her rectum. By now her ass was well used to being intruded on. Soon I had two and then three in her. While she was occupied with my fingers, I slipped my cock into her pussy. I did not think I had ever seen her so wet. There was a puddle under her, and we had barely even started.

I had pumped my cock into her ten or twelve times when I pulled out and replaced my fingers with my cock. The transition took less than a second. I was so excited, but so was she. “This certainly is your lucky day, Bob.”

“It’s been a great day, darling, but my luckiest day was the one when I first met you.” I looked down at her smiling face. We both knew I was halfway into her, and she was still smiling grinning like the Cheshire cat would have been more accurate. I pushed all the way in and, as I did, I leaned forward to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples. Suzanne loved a little rough play, but I was always sure not to hurt her.

I was pumping her furiously when I lightly grazed her clit with my pinky. Suzanne shook and her body leaped from the bed as her orgasm began. It seemed to go on forever but was not more than twenty or thirty seconds. She was done wasted and covered with a sheet of sweat—when I erupted into her bowel. “Ooh, Bob, I can feel it. Oh God, which was so intense. I am a mess. I do not think I can even move. Thank you, Bob. I loved it and I love you.” I released her legs and eased my shrinking cock from her butt. I climbed onto the bed with her, caressing her tenderly. We fell asleep only a few minutes later.

To be continued