Early Retirement Chapter 15

Early Retirement Chapter 15

We were up early in the morning, starving because we had slept right through dinner. Suzanne made a big breakfast of pancakes with bacon and sausage while I stripped the bed, throwing the linens into the hamper to be washed later that day. We sat together naked in the kitchen while we stuffed ourselves. We were finished and cleaned up by 8:30. We sat impatiently awaiting our furniture. I spent much of my time online reading emails and checking some financial information. I was disturbed by what I read and saw, but hardly surprised.

The truck pulled up around three in the afternoon and it took the two men almost half an hour to unload, uncrate, and move the furniture into the bedroom where the bed was assembled. I tipped the men generously and joined Suzanne to make the bed and move all our clothes into the new dresser and armoire. Fortunately, we each had our walk-in closet, Suzanne’s with all kinds of drawers and shoe racks for more clothes than she could imagine. We were drained by dinner time, so we called for Chinese take-out, asking for their free delivery. We ate at the coffee table in the living room. For the first time since we had met each other, we were nervous, knowing that we would pledge ourselves to each other tomorrow. We were almost done when the phone rang. Suzanne answered and then sat silently for several minutes. Finally, she said, “Okay, see you then.”
She turned to me, “We must get up early tomorrow. My parents will be at the airport at eight. They flew into Charlotte today—I cannot believe they are coming for our wedding.”

“I am not surprised. We Methodists can be extremely attractive—veritable people magnets.” She took one look at me in disbelief and broke out laughing. I joined her a second later. We laughed and hugged and then we laughed some more. We cleaned up, showered, and went to bed. No sex tonight—we were too tired, but tomorrow would be another day.

We were up at six for a quick cup of coffee. Suzanne insisted that we make the bed using the new comforter and pillow shams. I assumed she planned to show off to her parents. I had a few ideas on that front, as well, but they could wait. We hurried out the door to the airport not wanting to be late.

We had been standing at the airport exit for only four minutes when we saw my in-laws. Suzanne hugged her folks while Ms. Robinson hugged me, and her dad shook my hand. They had no checked luggage, so we were off in a second for the courthouse. We stopped in route for donuts and coffee at Dunkin Donuts, arriving ten minutes before our court date at 9:00. Joe Berger was waiting for us on the steps.
My case was called at exactly 9:00. Judge Jamison spoke as soon as we walked through the gate to our table. “Mr. Young—have you heard anything from your wife?”
“No, your honor—not a word; truthfully, I have not tried to contact her. I could not see any reason.”
“Well…I cannot say I blame you for that. In the matter of Young vs. Young, I grant the divorce for the petitioner and further grant the request for sole ownership of the domicile. Do you still wish me to marry you, Mr. Young?”

“Your honor. My fiancé and her parents are here behind me.” Joe opened the gate, allowing Suzanne to join me. We stood together holding hands and shaking slightly. It was brief. I had the license in my right-hand suit pocket and the rings on the left. Mine was a simple platinum band with a single diamond. Suzanne’s was also platinum, matching her engagement ring with a row of five diamonds. I had her laser engraved with a special message. It was so small she would need a magnifying glass to read the tiny writing: “Suzanne, I was dead until I met and fell in love with you. Now I have never been more alive. I will love you always, Bob.”

We exchanged rings and listened carefully as Judge Jamison said, “By the power invested in me by the State of North Carolina I now pronounce you spouses. You may kiss the bride.” I leaned down to give Suzanne a quick peck when I heard her honor say, “You can do better than that!” Suzanne grabbed me by the hair, pulling me into a long and enthusiastic kiss. “That’s better,” her honor commented. She shook my hand and hugged Suzanne as the bailiffs, Joe, and her parents applauded. I was blushing as we exited. Joe shook my hand and kissed Suzanne’s cheek before leaving. I drove home, ready to spring my surprises as soon as I had parked in the driveway.

However, Suzanne insisted on showing her mother the house. I brewed a cup of coffee for my father-in-law and another for me. We sat patiently while our women wandered through the house.

Finally, they reappeared, and I led Suzanne to the living room. I sat her down and left for a minute to retrieve two boxes from my desk. I sat next to her and handed her my gifts. “Oh Bob, I didn’t buy anything for you.”
“That is okay; I got my best present ever earlier today. Here, open this one first.” Her mouth dropped when she saw the diamond pendant and matching earrings.

“Look Mom, they’re beautiful.” I watched as she removed her gold studs and replaced them with diamonds. I clasped the chain around her neck. She rushed to the hall mirror to see herself and the expression on her face was worth every penny I had spent. She rushed back to hug and kiss me, ignoring her parents sitting only feet from us.

“Don’t forget your other present, Mrs. Young.” She ripped the gift wrap from the box, pulling a small black box from the mess.

“What’s this, Bob?”

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like my garage door opener.”

“So, take your mom out and open the garage door. Go ahead, your dad and I will wait here.” We sat quietly while Suzanne and her mom walked outside.

Suddenly, we heard her yell, “Oh my God! I do not believe it.”

Next thing I knew she had jumped into my lap, hugging, and kissing my face, neck, and anything else she could reach. “I did not like that old Chevy you have been driving. I did not think it was safe. This one is just do not drive too fast. I want to grow old with you.” She kissed me again, on the lips this time, and jumped back up to pull her dad out with her. A minute later I heard the doors to her new BMW 435i convertible open and close. I walked outside to join her as she took us for a short ride to the country club. She parked at the far end of the lot to avoid any dents, so we had to walk almost fifty yards to the entrance.

It was too early for lunch, so we gave her parents a quick tour of the facilities. The staff was surprised to see me in a navy suit and tie and Suzanne in a long flowing dress. They asked and we gave them the reason. The restaurant manager promised us to lunch at the house. The club pro gave us matching golf shirts. We could not thank them enough. Finally, at 11:30 we walked in to eat, surprised that everyone in the restaurant rose to applaud. Several friends rushed over to congratulate me. “You old coot, how the hell did you ever marry a beauty like Suzanne?” I heard the remark and turned to see one of my partners from Wednesday behind me. He hugged me and then pulled back. “I am sorry, Bob. I did not mean to hurt you. I just got carried away.”

“It is okay, Steve. I have completely healed more than a month ago thanks to Suzanne.” We continued our entrance and were shown to a table overlooking the eighteenth green. Lunch was wonderful.
Suzanne and I had the club sandwiches, our favorite. Mom had a chef salad and Dad ordered the jumbo cheeseburger and fries. It was almost two by the time we left.

Suzanne’s dad asked how old I was on our way back to the car. “I’m 57, why?”
“Well, because I am sixty-nine and I think you should call me Stan and Suzanne’s mom, Margaret.”

“Okay, that works for me…Stan.” Once back at the house they asked for a cab.
“We’re not going to intrude on your wedding day any more than we already have,” Margaret told us, “Besides, we need to get a decent night’s sleep. Just call us a cab and we will see you tomorrow.” They were resolute so there was no talking them out of it. We waved goodbye twenty minutes later.
“Now what?”

“Simple, Bob—you pick me up and carry me to the bedroom where we make beautiful love all afternoon and night long. We might take a short break for a sandwich—emphasis on the word ‘short.’ So, Mr. Robert Young, no relation to the famous actor, what are you waiting for?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied as I pulled her onto my shoulder and into a fireman’s carry. Suzanne kicked her feet to the bedroom as we laughed and laughed. I had rarely laughed before meeting Suzanne. Now I laughed every day. Damn! I loved this woman.
“No, not on the new comforter.” I ignored her and threw her down, joining her a moment later. We stopped laughing and stared into each other’s eyes. We fell together, our lips finding each other and grinding together, our tongues demanding as they dueled and danced with ever-increasing passion. We rolled from one side of the bed to the other and back again. Our clothes were thrown into the air, falling wherever in our quest to love each other.

At one point I managed to throw the comforter to the floor. As I did, Suzanne mounts me as she would a stallion. Using her groin, she rubbed me to even higher states of yearning and need. In seconds I was desperate to make love to my wife. I still could not believe it—Suzanne was my wife! Sensing that I could take no more she rose above me and slid down my pole. I watched spellbound as my throbbing cock disappeared into her.
She began to rock, taking her time to slowly build us to the brink. I looked up into her face, seeing only love and lust as she brought me closer and closer. Finally, knowing I was beyond the point of turning back she fell to my chest to give me the best, the sweetest kiss of my life. I blew, spurting what seemed like a gallon of spunk into her. She lifted her head for just a second to tell me how much she loved me then she kissed me repeatedly.

We alternated between making love and catching quick cat naps all night. I never thought that I could cum so many times at my age. At one-point Suzanne was teasing me, but five minutes later she gave up. “I cannot do that, Bob. Just seeing your cock pulse and throb makes me so hot I just must fuck you. You do not mind, do you?”

“No, Suzanne I’ve never been happier than when I’m making love with you.”
“Oh Bob, do you mean that?”

“Yes, I do. I thought I was happy with Sandra, but it was nothing in comparison to you. I love everything about you.” Her response was to give me a long enthusiastic kiss. I checked out the clock when we broke it—dear God, it was 5:00 in the morning. I pulled her head onto my shoulder, and we drifted off to sleep.

We were awakened by the ringing phone. “Oh, hi Margaret, what time is it? OH! Here, I will let you speak with Suzanne.” I staggered into the bathroom to shave. Once Suzanne was off the phone, I pulled her into the shower with me. I was having trouble moving my legs this morning. When I looked down, I saw the reason—I was covered in a thick layer of semen and pussy juice from my navel to my knees. It had hardened during the night. Suzanne howled when she saw me but stopped when she saw herself. She was even worse than I was. We hurried to know that we were late. It was a wasted effort; there was no way we could make up more than two hours.

We went to the Biltmore, the fabulous estate of the super-rich Vanderbilt family. After the tour we went for wine tasting, buying several cases with a promise to send some off to Washington. All told Suzanne’s parents stayed for four days. We had a lot of fun, but I was not sad to see them go. I had some business that could not wait. Suzanne wanted to accompany me, but I told her it was better if I managed this myself. I was being mysterious, but I was quite sure I would be able to explain shortly. I hated keeping a secret from Suzanne, but I did it to protect her.

To be continued