The workout Chapter 6

The workout
Chapter 6

The following day, they woke when Becky's phone rang. She grabbed it and answered quickly, hoping not to wake Tim. "Hello?" She listened and then said, "Thank you." She hung up and woke Tim.

"Hon, I'm sorry, but that was Home Hospice. Bill has taken a turn for the worse. I hate doing this, but we must leave and return home."

"Of course we do. Grab a shower while I call room service for breakfast," he said.

After Becky finished, Tim showered quickly and started packing until breakfast arrived. They both ate solemnly, then finished packing and headed down to checkout. While Becky settled the bill, Tim had the valet pull their car up.

The drive home was primarily silent; both were wrapped in their thoughts. Becky was coming to grips with the impending probable loss of her husband of more than forty years, and Tim was struggling with the loss of a friend and mentor and the certainty that his relationship with Becky would be changing how he didn't yet know.

When they arrived at Becky's home, they discovered that the hospice had installed a hospital bed in the living room. Bill looked pale and weak but smiled when he saw the two of them.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt your special weekend together," he said.

"Don't be foolish," Tim said. "You are the most important person to both of us."

"Yes, you are, my love," Becky added. 


"Thank you," Bill said, "Please understand that I don't want Becky to be alone after I go. Tim, she loves you, and I think you love her. There is nothing better I could hope for. I'll be gone soon, and there is nothing we can do to change that. So please go forward and be everything to each other."

Neither Becky nor Tim knew how to respond to that.

The following day, Becky called Tim. "He's gone."

"I'm so sorry, hon. How can I help?"

"I'm waiting for hospice to arrive and declare. Since he was under their care, there's no need for an autopsy if they sign off. Then, they will call the mortuary to pick him up. I must deal with all this myself, but thank you for offering."

"Let me know if you need anything, hon."

For the next four days, Becky texted Tim once daily, checking in and letting him know how the funeral plans were progressing. Tim arrived at the funeral home on the appointed day and paid his respects. He followed the procession to the graveyard and stood a decent distance from the widow so as not to create gossip.

Becky spent the following month grieving the loss of her long-term husband. Many nights, she cried herself to sleep. Although she longed to, she never texted or called Tim because she needed to be true to her husband's memory.

For his part, Tim ached for contact with Becky. But he understood that she loved Bill and needed to grieve for him. He only hoped that, once the hurt eased, she might resume her relationship with him. He had come to understand that it was much more than sex...

After three months, Becky finally called him. "Would you like to have lunch?" she said
"Certainly."

"Tim, it's JUST lunch, understand?" she said.

"Of course, Becky. However, it would be best if you had things to progress," he replied.

That lunch led to weekly meetings and then a few times a week, and finally, Becky invited herself to his cabin for dinner.

"Tim, we need to talk. Or rather, I need to talk. Please listen until I finish," Becky said.

"Of course, whatever you need," he replied as they sat together on the sofa.

"You know that Bill had to talk me into our affair. Initially, I felt very guilty when I left here and went home to him. Sometimes, I would tell him that and say I wanted to stop. Every time, he managed to talk me out of it.

"And I can't deny that I enjoyed our time together, and I don't just mean the sex. That was great, but you're an all-around great guy. You made me laugh, taught me things, and gave me love, even knowing I was devoted to Bill. Very unselfish.

"When he passed, my doubts came back, but he wasn't here to talk me into seeing you. I've struggled with that over the past six months. And I struggled with the realization that I love you. At first, I thought it was just misplaced gratitude, but it isn't. I love you, yet some of me still feel I'm being disloyal to Bill." Becky paused.

After several minutes of silence, Tim said, "Are you finished? That all sounds too much like a goodbye speech."

"NO! Not at all. Just the opposite. I came here tonight to tell you I want us to become a couple if you want. And I have something else to tell you that you probably won't believe. Last night, Bill came to me as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. He told me he was disappointed in me, that you are a great guy, and I deserved to be with someone for the rest of my life. He kissed me on the forehead and said, 'I'll see you on the other side when it's your turn to go,' and then vanished," Becky explained.

"I love you, so you should know I want us to be together more than anything in the world, but only if you're sure," Tim said.

"Hon, I am more sure than ever, and we have Bill's complete blessing," Becky assured him as she moved to sit beside him. She leaned in to kiss him, and as their lips met, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, frenching him for the first time since they met.

Their kiss lasted several minutes, and when she broke it off, she said, "I have wanted to do that forever, but I could never violate Bill's prohibition on it. Now he's given us a complete license to do everything we want together."

"So where do we go from here," Tim asked.

"Well, some will think it inappropriate for me to date after only six months. Here in the Bible Belt, one year is the usual minimum. But we're not young, and I don't want to risk wasting the next six months. I know that, despite your beliefs, you would gladly accompany me to church each week, but I don't think we should rush into that. Honestly, the church is one of the epicenters of the gossip mill around here.

So let's do dating things daily - movies, restaurant dinners, etc. The word will get out soon enough, and after the initial pushback, we can ignore it all and do anything. Maybe I'll give you a blowjob on the town square," she teased.

"That might be just a bit over the top, not to mention illegal," Tim responded.

"There's something else I want to discuss. I love your cabin, but I prefer living in town. But I can't handle having you move into the house I shared with Bill for so many years. I want to sell my house and buy something else, maybe not in Clarkesville. We could look in Cleveland, Dahlonega, or Blairsville if you like."

"That's a big decision, but I'll be fine with it if it's what you want. I suggest getting your house ready to show and putting it on the market. We can start looking, and if it sells before we've found something, you can move in here for the interim."

"My thoughts exactly. And I hope this isn't too long, but I packed some clothes to leave here. I had hoped I'd be spending the night tonight and figured while we still have to live apart most of the time, it would be easier if I had some things here," Becky told him.

"Not a problem. We'll have to rearrange the closet since I spread my clothes out so they don't look too empty. And I'll clear out the Shaker dresser in the bedroom for you to use," Tim promised.

"Thank you, hon. Now, will you please make love with me before I burst?"

"It will be my honor, my love."

Tim led her into the bedroom, and they returned to bed. He undressed her slowly and tenderly, then stripped off his clothes. He laid her back on the bed and lay beside her. He began kissing her as his hand roamed over her body gently. This would be the first time they truly made love instead of having sex, both having revealed the depth of their emotions.

When his hand reached between her legs, he found she was already wet. Forgoing the oral he loved giving her in favor of making love, he lifted himself between her legs. When he lowered himself down, his cock naturally lay right at her opening. He pressed forward slowly, and as his head penetrated her, she cried out, "Yes!" and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull him in faster.
Tim knew what she wanted and gladly complied. He thrust himself into her until there was no more to go. Entirely inside her, his tip brushing her cervix, he lay still, enjoying the sensations and letting her do the same. She pushed on his hips, and he knew she wanted more. He began stroking in and out but kept his movements slow and tender. He could already feel the pressure building up inside him, likely due to the long gap since they'd last been together and the emotion of this experience.

"Hon, I'm not going to last long," Becky told him.

"Me either, sweetheart."

"Would you speed up a little, please?

Tim started stroking faster but still strove to remain tender and gentle. It made no difference as they both felt themselves nearing climax. "Now," Becky said, and her pussy began throbbing and clenching on his shaft. That was all it took to bring on his orgasm, and he shot his cum into her in a series of rapid spurts.

When she peaked, and he finished shooting off, he kept himself fully inside her. She wrapped her arms around his back to hug him tightly, and they kissed repeatedly. When he eventually softened and slipped out of her, they remained side by side, touching and caressing.

"Do you want a shower, hon," Tim asked her.

"No, I want to feel you inside me until you leak out. Don't worry, I'll wash the sheets in the morning," she promised.

Dinner was forgotten, and they both felt themselves drifting off to sleep. Becky kissed Tim, then rolled onto her side, pulling him to her back to spoon. As he did, Tim's cock nestled itself along her ass crack, and he reached over and cupped her breast in his hand. Becky's hand immediately covered his, and they fell asleep.

The emotions of the night before had drained them both despite being very positive. It was after six-thirty when Tim woke the following day. Becky was still sleeping, so he continued spooning and holding her until his need to pee became irresistible. Reluctantly slipping his hand out from under hers and of her breast, he eased out of bed and used the hall bath to relieve himself. Then he opened the refrigerator and drank over half the large water bottle he always kept there, craving hydration.

When he returned to the bedroom, he saw Becky sitting on the toilet in the en suite, obviously awake. She finished peeing, wiped, and flushed, then crossed to him and kissed him. "Sorry about the morning breath," she said insincerely.

"You have the breath of angels any time of the day, my love," he said.

"You're full of it, but thanks for the romantic sentiment. Want to shower with me?"

"Always, hon," he said as he turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. They stepped into the stall and took turns soaping and rinsing each other until they were clean.

Becky said after getting out and drying off, "Since we skipped dinner last night, I'm starving.

The bakery in Helen won't be open for a couple of hours. What do you say about heading into Clarkesville for Huddle House?"

"You know, I've never been there. I've been to Huddle House, but not the one in town. Is it any good?" he said.

"It is a premium greasy spoon, but ours," she joked.

Once they made their decision, they dressed and soon headed into town. It being Saturday and barely seven thirty, they quickly found a vacant booth at the restaurant. Both asked for coffee while scanning the menu and deciding what to eat. Becky selected a two-egg breakfast with sausage and toast, while Tim chose the Big House breakfast with three eggs, sunny-side up, hash browns, grits, and toast.

Becky said when they finished and paid, "Let's go by my house. I want to bring more clothes to your cabin, and I'm sure I also have an extra hair dryer I can take there."

"Good thinking," Tim replied, "That's one appliance I don't have," as he ran a hand over his shaved bald head.

In her house, Tim looked around while she collected the things she wanted. He wondered what they would do if her house sold before they found another—storage pods, he supposed.

Once Becky had everything she wanted, they loaded the car and drove back to the cabin.

They brought everything inside and set it all on the bed. Tim emptied the Shaker dresser, finding places for everything in the walk-in closet, then rearranged his hanging clothes to free up the space she would need. Becky first filled the dresser with panties, bras, socks, shorts, and sweaters. Then she hung her remaining items in the closet and finally stashed her hair dryer and brushes under the second sink in the vanity.

"What did you have planned for today," Becky asked him.

"Nothing. There's always weeding around this place, but it will get up to ninety later today. I don't feel like working outside in the heat."

"It's still early and only about seventy-eight. Why don't we see what we can get weeded before lunch?" Becky suggested. I did bring some old jeans, and if you have a t-shirt I can borrow, I can borrow it."

"Or you could go topless, work on your no-lines tan," he proposed, hopefully.

"I think I'll save naked for later on," Becky replied. "Now find me a t, please."

After dressing in work clothes, they sprayed each other with sunscreen and bug repellent and headed outside. Tim got two five-gallon buckets, a weeder, gloves, a knee pad, and an old piece of two-inch rigid insulation. He gave Becky a bucket, weeder, gloves, and the knee pad, keeping the rest for himself.

They spent the next couple of hours weeding the circle inside the drive and a few areas surrounding the cabin. While Becky dumped the last bucket loads of weeds where Tim had shown her, he got the weed killer and sprayed the areas that were too densely weedy with tiny plants. After putting everything away, they went inside and greedily drank cold water.

"Do you have anything for lunch?" Becky asked.

"I can make turkey sandwiches. I have spinach and artichoke soup if you want," he told her.

"The sandwich sounds good, but I don't want hot soup after working out in the sun."

"I agree."

Tim fixed sandwiches for both, one for Becky and two for himself. Taking the water bottles, they ate lunch silently at the table.

After cleaning the dishes, Tim said, "Thanks for your help with the wedding. Is there anything you want to do this afternoon?"

"There is," she said as she grabbed his cock through his pants. "We're already sweaty, so we may as well get more so before we shower,"

"You're incorrigible," Tim told her.

"Count your blessings," she retorted.

They went into the bedroom, and both stripped. They'd never made the bed this morning as she planned to wash the sheets, so they just tossed the top covers back and climbed in.

"Last night was wonderful, but today I want you to fuck me. Pump me hard, please," Becky told him.

This time, Tim started by first kissing her mouth, then licking and kissing his way down her body. She loved it when he kissed the place on the side where her neck met her torso. And she adored it when he nibbled and tongued her nipples, first one, then the other.

Once both nipples were fully erect and hard, he moved down further. He paused at her navel, licking and tongue-fucking just as he soon would do with her pussy. Becky was already moaning softly but nearly continuously. He was close enough to smell her aroma, which told him she was already extremely wet. She'd recently trimmed the triangle of pubic hair that ran from below her waist down to just above her clit as she knew that was how he liked it. The dense hairs were probably only a bit more than one-eighth of an inch in length, and he nuzzled them with his cheeks.

He moved his head to her left and then down, running the tip of his tongue down the crease between her thigh and torso. When he got to the bottom, he licked across her, tickling her perineum with his tongue and then running it up the crease of her right thigh.

"Please, please!" Becky cried, "I want to feel you on me. Stop teasing."

He lifted over so he was entirely inside her spread legs and then reached up and licked from the top of her slit down to the bottom, still avoiding her clit. At the bottom, he drove his tongue as far into her as it would go, then wiggled it inside her.

"Oh jeez, that feels wonderful! Don't stop!"

He kept it up until his tongue began to tire and then moved back up her slit. He slid two fingers inside her and, making the come here curling movement, found and rubbed her G-spot. When she shrieked, "Yes!" he moved his head up further and clamped his lips onto her clit. She screamed even louder when he started flicking his tongue back and forth over its' tip while continuing to rub her G.

His multi-pronged assault soon proved more than she could stand, and Becky came hard.

Even with him on top of her, she thrust her hips up towards the ceiling, raising her ass off the mattress as she cried out, "Damn, damn, damn, damn!" Tim didn't stop anything until she clamped her thighs around his head, then took it in her hands and pushed him off her clit. She was just too sensitive to be touched, and Tim gently pulled his fingers out from inside her.

He didn't let her rest for long, however. Crawling up, he lay on her with his cock right at her pussy opening. "Now," she said, pulling on his hips to bring him inside her. As soon as his head was in her, he slammed his cock hard, fully into her. As soon as he touched the bottom, he pulled back out until just his head remained inside and then slammed into her again.

Tim kept pounding her pussy as hard as he could, and she kept urging him on. She bucked up to meet him when he drove in and then pulled back when he did. They were each fucking the other and in the process fucking themselves as well. Tim changed his angle so his shaft would hit her clit on the way in and out, and it drove her crazy.

"I'm going to cum NOW!" she shouted, and he felt her pussy squeeze his cock as hard as it could. "Yes!" he cried and slammed into her, cum spurting from his tip and bathing her pussy and cervix in warm moisture. He kept shooting spurt after spurt until his balls were empty and his cock head extremely sensitive. At that, he stopped pumping, lay still, and let her hot softness and their combined moisture surround him.

They lay together for several minutes, catching their breath and slowing their heart rates. Both were covered in a sheen of sweat, all of it from the sex rather than the wedding. They were exhausted, but it was a great feeling.

"Thank you, baby, that was just what I needed today!" Becky told him.

"I think we both had pretty incredible orgasms, hon," he replied. "Now we need to shower so we can wash the sheets."

"Don't you have a clean set we can put on?" she asked.

"Yes, but I use the flannel ones in winter. They'd be too hot this time of year. We'll have to wash these and put them back on."

"Okay," she said as she got out of bed and fixed the shower. Now that she had a hair dryer here, she planned to wash her hair as well as the rest of her and him.

When they finished washing, they dried off, and when Becky reached for clean panties, he stopped her. "There's no need to wear clothes if we're not going out," he said.

Becky grinned and nodded. Their experiences in Savannah had made her much more comfortable with nudity. Then she stripped the bed and tossed the sheets and pillowcases into the washer. After checking with Tim, she set it to his recommended setting and hit start.

"What are we going to do for dinner?" she asked.

"I thawed out some spaghetti sauce and chicken meatballs. I have penne, rotini, and linguine - your choice."

"Rotini is a favorite and much easier to eat than linguine," she said.

"We'll have to work on that since you're now with an Italian American," he teased.

"Despite the stereotypes, I know that Italy is a matriarchal culture. I'll make the rules around here, thank you very much!" she fought back.

"Oh yeah?" he said as he grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and pulled her over to the sofa. He sat down and pulled her over his lap and then smacked her naked right-ass cheek with his hand.

"Ouch!" she cried out.

He smacked the other cheek now, then alternated from side to side until both had been struck five times. He grabbed his phone from the end table and snapped some quick pictures before letting her up.

"I thought I told you in Savannah that I wasn't into the BDSM stuff," she said, but with a grin.

"That wasn't BDSM, just some playful lover spanking," he told her as he navigated to the photos app on his phone. He scrolled down until he found the pics of her ass and showed them to her. Both sides were red, and she could see the imprint of his hand and fingers on each.

"Okay, so that was hot," she said as she took his hand and placed it on her now wet pussy.

"We need to try some of those things out."

"Yeah, we never did get to your sex bag in Savannah," he said.

"Damn, I forgot to bring it. We'll have to get it next time we go to town," she said.

"Until then, just remember I always have these," he warned her, holding his hands.

Tim broke off this exciting conversation to start dinner. He put on a large pot of water, set the power burner to high, and then put the sauce and meatballs into the microwave. When the water started boiling, he put the pasta in, turned on the microwave, and pulled out the fixings for two small side salads, which he quickly built.

After dinner, they watched TV for a while and then headed to bed. The sex this time wasn't as raucous as earlier, but it still satisfied both of them completely. They fell asleep right after and didn't wake until the morning.



To be continued

To be continued