Chapter 2771: NURTURED LOVE
I remember it all started the day of my 26th birthday, it was a Saturday. Mom and I were snuggled up on the sofa watching television. I began to realize that mother was one of those women who was not going to grow old gracefully. Mother, now 45 years of age, still painted her finger-nails and toe-nails bright red, although her lipstick is not quite such a vivid red. For her work as a legal secretary she dresses conservatively. Evenings and weekends she dresses sexy, low cut blouses, tight sweaters, short mini-skirts, both tight fitting and floppy ones, which under certain gusty wind conditions, well I'm sure that I don't have to draw you a picture. The problem is that I feel embarrassed for her; she just doesn't seem to care.
I've heard our neighbor's gossip and call her a slut, mutton dress as lamb, red hat no draws, meaning that she is all show. The strange thing about the situation is, that it was only women; the local wives, that said these things, not their husbands. When we're out together I've watched her turn many a man's head as they walk by, and believe you me she has the figure to carry it off. Her figure is magnetic; men just can't help themselves from looking at her.
I don't remember my father, and mother won't talk about him, so it makes me wonder if they were ever married. There are no photographs of him or them together, I don't even know what he looks like, although sometimes mother says I look like him. All I know his first name is Adam and I assume his last name is Jennings because mother calls herself Mrs. Jennings. Another questionable point is that mother doesn't seem to have any relations, I don't have any aunts, uncles or grandparents, strange don't you think? Another strange situation, well I think it is, and I have never known mother to go out on a date with a man. You would think that at least someone from work would want to take her out. Perhaps she has been out with other men without my knowing.
You now have a pretty good idea what mother is like so back to the day of my 26th birthday. I was sitting at the end of the sofa resting against the arm. Mother was leaning against me, her back half turned towards me, resting against my chest. Although we had sat in that position many times with my arm placed behind her and my hand resting on her hip, this time she must have been uncomfortable. She began to wriggle pushing my arm further up her back until she felt more comfortable. My arm was now under her armpit and the edge of my hand, my thumb in fact, was pressed up against the underside of her breast. I could feel the stiffness of the underwired bra which supported her breasts. Mom placed her hand over mine I assumed to ensure that my hand did not drift further up her body.
We remained like that for 15 maybe 20 minutes before she removed her hand from mine, then placing it behind my head pulled my head down then kissed me on the lips and said. "Happy birthday darling." Then she kissed me again. Lately it was not unusual for mother to kiss me on the lips and call me darling, but I don't know this time there was something different. The effect of pulling my face to hers and the twisting of our bodies towards each other caused her breast to drop into my hand and rub against my palm. After the kiss we returned to our original state except that now my hand was cupping the underside of her breast. Mother looked at me and smiled, placed her hand back over mine and snuggled in closer, ensuring that my hand remained in contact with her body.
That night in bed I thought about the day's events and wondered if mother was trying to seduce me. What did I think about that? I know that after the kiss, when we snuggled down together and she ensured that my hand remained attached to her breast by placing her hand over mine, I got an erection. Did I want to do anything about it? Of course I did. Would I do anything about it? That was the question. Ever since I was twenty one I've had sexual fantasies about her, however, I had placed her on a pedestal and convinced myself she was well beyond my reach, but now I wasn't quite so sure. I fell asleep trying to dream up ways to have sex with her.
Sunday morning mom was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I moved in behind her, placed my arms around her body getting the edge of my hand as close to her breasts as possible without actually touching them, then kissed her on the cheek. Normally I would place my hands on her hips, then kiss her on the cheek. I wanted to make a move on her, get more daring, but not too obvious. That evening when we snuggled together on the sofa, I maneuvered myself so once again I was cupping the underside of mother's breast, then waited to see how she would react. She smiled, placed her hand on top of mine and snuggled in even closer. Later in the evening she laid her head on my shoulder, then after a while she began to nuzzle her face against my neck. I could feel her lips, she wasn't kissing me then, but eventually I could feel her lips puckered up against my neck. Before I could pluck up sufficient courage to take things further, she kissed me on the lips and said "Goodnight." The rest of the week was pretty much the same, because I still unable to sum up sufficient courage to slide my hand up and fondle her breasts; that is not until the following Saturday night.
Saturday we sent out for Chinese, and drank a bottle of wine between us before retiring to the sofa. We resumed our seductive seating position with me supporting mother's breast with my hand. I waited patiently, and nervously for that part of the evening when she would nuzzle and kiss my neck. When she finally lifted her head, I turned, lowered my head, trapping her lips with mine and kissed her. The kiss was short, but she didn't pull away, so I kissed her again only this time for much longer and mother seemed to melt into my arms. As we kissed I brought my hand up and fully covered her breast and held it. Mother never broke the kiss, but she did push my hand from her breast before placing both arms around my neck. Maintaining the kiss I replaced my hand over her breast, and this time uninterrupted began to lightly squeeze and feel that magnificent globe for myself. As we broke the kiss mother pushed me away and jumped up saying. "Sorry darling as much as I want to, I can't do this, it's not right, I'm going to bed."
After locking up and turning the TV and lights off I followed her upstairs. I thought I heard her sobbing so I knocked on her bedroom door. "Mom are you ok?"
"Yes thank you darling, I'm fine."
"Would you like me to come in and sit with you?"
"No thank you, you go to bed I'll see you in the morning."
I went to my room and sat on the bed and pondered on the nights events. I had certainly made headway further than I thought possible, but on the flip side a little disappointed at mothers reaction pushing me away like that, then getting up to go to bed. However, there was this little voice in my head telling me that it was far more difficult for mother to give herself to me, than for me to take her. It was also suggesting that I was taking things too fast.
Sunday morning when I came down mother was laying the table for breakfast. She was still wearing her nightgown, a full length white satin gown that clung to her body, leaving very little to the imagination. I attempted to put my arms around her, but she just pushed me away, telling me to sit at the table while she made breakfast. She sat opposite me, and as we ate I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts as they swayed and bounced around beneath the gown, particularly her raised nipples. As her breasts swayed from side to side they formed little mounds which changed position, as they scampered around beneath the gown. I swear they became enlarged as they rubbed against the underside of the gown's material. It was probably one of the most erotic displays I had seen, causing me to become fully aroused.
That evening when I entered the den, mother was already sitting on the sofa, having left a gap next to her for where I usually sat. Instead of joining her I sat in a separate armchair, and I could see the concern on her face as I sat down.
"Paul have I done something to offend you?"
"No mom, it's just that last night I seemed to upset you, and I wouldn't want to upset you anymore. I thought it may be less embarrassing if we sat separately."
"Oh darling you didn't upset me. It's just that ladies of my age gets these difficult situations where feelings and emotions get knotted up beyond our control. Sometimes we do strange things, like burst into tears for no reason. That's what happened last night, please come back and sit with me."
I moved over to the sofa and slotted into the space she had left for me. Thinking now I had the upper hand, I put my arm over her shoulder and placed my hand fully over her breast. Mother didn't say anything or look at me, just shifted her position slightly, making her breast more accessible to me.
"Mom would you go out to dinner with me Saturday night?"
"What do you mean, like on a date?"
"That's exactly what I mean."
"Darling I would love to."
Our snuggling didn't change during the week, I was satisfied with our progress and wasn't prepared to risk her pulling away from me again.
Our restaurant date Saturday night was a great success. Mother looked fantastic although she dressed a little more conservatively. She wore a fairly tight fitting white blouse sufficiently opaque to hint what lie beneath it. The silky material of her knee length pleated skirt shimmered as she moved. The meal was excellent and we talked all evening about most subjects that affected our lives, work, the house, life in general. When at the end of the evening, after she had a couple of drinks, I tried to get her to tell me about my father, that's when she suggested we go home. Back home we stood in the hall talking for a few minutes until mother finally said she was going to bed. Placing my hands on her hips I pulled her towards me and we kissed goodnight. Before going to our separate bedrooms, mother put both her arms around my neck, and allowed me to slide my arms around her back and pull her close, it was our first really passionate kiss.
Sunday morning I went down stairs just wearing my boxers, hoping that mother would still be wearing that satin nightgown. My luck held, standing behind her I wrapped my arms around her and placed my hands' over her breasts and kissed her neck. She spun in my arms placed her arms around me, with one hand behind my head she pulled me down until our lips mashed together. I could feel her breasts being squashed against my chest, and she could not help but feel my erection pressed firmly against her. Finally when we broke the kiss she pushed me away telling me to go and sit at the table.
Sunday night I sat down beside her and put my arms around her shoulder and my hand on her breast. She lifted my hand away from her breast and my arm from behind her.
"Darling I can't do this, it's not right, I'm your mother not your girlfriend."
"Mom, I know who you are, I love you, I've always loved you and now I'm in love with you, and if I could I would ask you to marry me, because I want you for my wife. I can't just sit next to you, my feelings are too deep; I think I had better sit in the armchair."
"You want to marry me? That's sweet but you know that's not possible."
"I know."
All week we sat apart, I was miserable and I know mother was, we were so used to sitting together, separated it was like losing a part of oneself. Saturday morning when I came down for breakfast mom said. "Tonight I'm taking you out to dinner I've booked a restaurant way out of town which I'm told is secluded with a romantic atmosphere. I would like you to dress up for me."
Mother was a vision as she came down the stairs wearing this white silk figure hugging dress showing just enough body and outline of her underclothes to get the imagination racing. During our journey in the car she asked me to call her Kate, rather than mother, during and after our time at the restaurant. The restaurant was all she said and more, the food was terrific, the ambience magical, and best of all it allowed me to hold her as we danced on the small dancefloor. When we arrived home Kate suggested that I poured out a couple of drinks while she went upstairs to get into something more comfortable. The only difference I noticed in her dress when she arrive back downstairs, she had removed her bra. She sat on the sofa and beckoned me to sit beside her, I became mesmerized as I watched her breasts shake as she patted the seat to encourage me to sit. I sat, placed an arm over her shoulder and my hand over her unfettered breast.
"Darling shall we lie down?"
Kate turned and stretched out along the sofa, and I maneuvered myself alongside her, wrapping my arms around her as I closed in. I placed a hand over her breast it felt warm and pliable, and as we kissed I felt her nipple press into the palm of my hand. I fantasized about burying my face in her breasts, kissing them and sucking her nipples. When we broke our kiss, I kissed her neck, then pressed my face deep into her breast. My mouth sought out her nipple and I began to suck. Kate placed a hand on the back of my head encouraging me to continue. As I sucked there was a buildup of saliva in my mouth which dribbled down the substantial mound of her breast, saturating the material of her dress. When eventually I lifted my head, everywhere saliva had soaked into the dress the material was transparent, flesh and nipple could be clearly seen. I managed to completely expose one breast by licking all over it.
"Darling you've made me all wet that side, I think that's enough and it's time to go to bed."
"Do you mean together, we sleep together?"
"No that's not what I mean, we sleep in our own beds."
I must admit I was a little disappointed because of the progress we had made, not to be sleeping in the same bed, but I was more convinced that sooner or later it would happen.
Sunday morning was disappointing, when I came downstairs just wearing my boxers I found mother in the kitchen fully dressed and she insisted that I dress before breakfast. After Saturday night, was this going to be another backward step?
Sunday evening Kate was sitting on the sofa and patted the seat for me to join her. She refused to let me put my arm around her or get romantic in any way.
"Darling I want to have a serious talk with you and I want no lies. You said that you're in love with me and if it was possible, to marry me, honestly, is that how you really feel?"
I told her that's exactly how I felt.
"Would you really like me to be your wife?"
"Yes I would, would you consider marrying me?"
"Apart from the obvious difficulties, no darling I don't think marriage is a good idea because of the documents we would have to submit, we would be drawing attention to ourselves. All these years I have been known as Mrs. Jennings your mother, if we moved away I could still be known as Mrs. Jennings, but your wife. However, there are things you need to know about my life, which are not very pleasant, in fact for me they are very distressing. If after I have told you, you want to change your mind and revise our relationship, I will fully understand.
"My parents met at college in the sixties and became part of the flower power movement, hippies, marched for everything, demonstrated against everything, they had no idea what they were looking for and were easily influenced by others. In the same college was a Mark Jennings a natural leader and wonderful orator, his arguments with regard to society at that time were sound and he had a huge following, which included my parents. As his popularity grew his ideas became more controversial, then he produced a document entitled "Natures Commandments" dictating how people should live under his leadership. The rules as stipulated by him was more or less a sexual gratification for himself. His following plummeted and with the few he had left which included my parents, he formed his sect. They bought land and formed a commune which my parents after finishing college and married, joined.
"Mark Jennings became known as Master Adam. He chose the name Adam as being first in the sect, just as Adam, according to the bible, was the first man created on Earth. The children attended what they referred to as school, but all they were are classes where they brainwash the children to comply with the rules. Occasionally my mother would be missing for the night, and when I asked my father where she was, he would say she was nursing a sick friend. It was only later that I found out that there was a roster, where each woman would have to spend the night with the Master for his sexual gratification.
"The day of my twenty first birthday I was told that I had to spend the night with the Master in his bed, where I would be deflowered. Of course I didn't have a clue what they were talking about, because up until that point the boys were always kept strictly separate from the girls. It was only after our twenty first birthday that a marriage could be arranged.
"That evening two elders came to collect me and take me to the master. They called themselves elders but really they were just his goons, and did his bidding. It was an awful shock when I was taken to his bedroom and suffered his advances. He deflowered me alright, three times, and it was probably the worst time of my life. I told my parents the next morning of my suffering but they just shrugged their shoulders and said it was just the way of life. They knew what would happen and failed to warn me.
"That afternoon I went to complain to our local police, they investigated and actually took the Master in for questioning, but there was no proof and he was released. From that point I was ostracized, everyone including my parents were not allowed to talk to me or help me in any way which included providing me with food, so I ran away and lived on the streets. Two months later I realized I was pregnant and was committed to a home for unmarried mothers by Social Services. At least I had a roof over my head and regular meals. The home was sponsored by various large companies, and in the four years I was there they encouraged me to train as a legal secretary. I was accepted by a large legal firm, one of the homes sponsors. After the four years they offered me a permanent position, and during the course of my work found out about DNA testing. I spoke with my boss and told him my story as I have told you.
"My boss represented me, and a paternity suit was taken out against Mark Jennings. He sent my parents to try and persuade me to drop the case, but by that time I was more worldly wise and refused to talk with them. However, my boss suggested that I should talk to them in his office where he would serve them with a subpoena, so they would have to give evidence in court. Much to my surprise and relief Mark Jennings folded immediately, he wasn't prepared to go to court to be charged with rape and be hounded by the press. The settlement bought us this house and your college fund and a much improved life. Well that's my story and my secret revealed, so if you wish to retract you marriage proposal please tell me now."
I put my arms around her and pulled her down so that we were both lying on the sofa. I kissed her and said. "Oh mom I'm so sorry about your suffering, it makes me want to be with you even more." For the rest of the evening we just snuggled up together on the sofa without any romantic advances being made.
Monday evening I noticed Kate was wearing one of her short miniskirts, also that she was braless beneath her white blouse. Lying on the sofa she stretched out her arms enticing me between them. We kissed, passionate kisses, my hand fondling her breast, squeezing and giving it slight taps so that I could watch it dance around. I played with one breast while sucking the nipple on the other. As her blouse became soaked with my saliva, it exposed her flesh, making her breasts more obvious. I began to unbutton her blouse, starting from the top. Opening up the front of her blouse was the first time that I had seen my mother's breasts uncovered. They were fantastic, two firm, well-formed mounds, each topped with a light brown wrinkly nipple, the size of a large grape."Kate you're so beautiful."
We continued our romantic interlude for the next hour or so during which we kissed, talked about our relationship to date, while we both enjoyed my attention to her breasts. I was certainly aroused and I wondered if she was and would I be pushing my luck if I tried to find out.
"Kate would you mind if I pulled your skirt up to look at your body."
She quickly placed her hand over the front of her skirt to prevent me from pulling it up. "No I'd rather you didn't do that."
"I understand your reluctance, and the fact that you have never been married makes things more difficult for you."
"Darling it's not just that I haven't been married, but apart from your father who took me by force I have never been with a man."
"Sweetheart I appreciate your feelings however, if we are to become husband and wife there should be no secrets between us. As far as I am concerned, we should be able to undress each other, appear and sleep naked with each other, and make love in the shower. These are just some of the things I expect, if this is not acceptable to you, say so, and we can end this relationship now."
Mother removed her hand from the front of her skirt, placed her arm around my neck pulling me down to kiss me. "I'm sorry darling, I still want to be your wife, but I am nervous."
"There's no need to apologize or to be nervous, because it is a voyage of discovery for both of us."
I slowly pulled up her skirt under which she was wearing, tiny black silk bikini panties. She jumped as she felt my finger trace the outline of her womanhood. There was no mistaking it, Kate was aroused. We lay together kissing and cuddling while my finger continued to give her pleasure as it rubbed along her slit on the outside of her panties.
During the week we began to discuss possible wedding scenarios. My main interest was the fact that she had never been married, although she called herself Mrs. Jennings officially she was still single, and I never knew her maiden name.
"Eldridge my name is Katherine Eldridge."
"Is that name on my birth certificate, in fact have I got a birth certificate?"
"Yes you have a birth certificate, and yes my name is on it, why do you ask?"
"Well, as I see it; if we want to become a couple we have two options. The first is to live a secret life here or any other part of the country and hope nobody finds out about us. However the older we get and the longer we live together, people will talk. The second is that I change your family name on my birth certificate, so that we could marry officially and move to another part of the country and live openly as husband and wife. That way we could have a proper ceremony with you wearing a wedding dress. Obviously there won't be many guests at the ceremony but perhaps we could hire some people. But before we talk about weddings we need to agree what our lives are going to be like together, particularly the sexual side. From what I've learnt of your experiences, sex could be a problem, so before we commit to each other, we need to find out if we are compatible."
"And how do you propose we do that."
"We sleep together three months before the wedding, to learn as much about each other as possible, because I don't know how much you know about sexual practices, not very much I suspect. For example what do you know or think about oral sex?"
"Oral sex, I certainly don't think about it."
"Well here's my suggestion, we sit down together and watch porn videos. I appreciate they are mainly actors, but it will establish the level that each of us is prepared to pleasure the other."
"I'm sorry darling I won't agree to that."
"I'm sorry to mom, you've sabotaged our relationship even before it got started."
I got up and started to walk towards the door, until mother begged me to stay so that we can continue our discussion.
"Paul you are right, I am not worldly wise in the way of sexual practices, I don't even like talking about it. Yet here we are, a mother that has been kissing her son, and allowed him to touch her in the most personal places, while we talk about sleeping together and getting married. I will sit and watch, even discuss those videos with you, because I do love you and desperately want us to be together, married or not."
We sat side by side on the sofa and I set up my laptop on a suitable web site and selected the kissing tag and found a real mother and son video. We watched a couple of these videos, although they were slightly boring I didn't want jump in too quick and frighten her. As it was she was surprised to find that mother and son videos existed. Next we had a couple of breast fondling's, kissing and sucking videos, nothing that she hadn't experienced herself. The first shock came next, when she watched a man jerk himself off between a woman's breasts, while she was wearing a bra. I only showed the one video that night on that subject and I shut down immediately after it had finished.
Kate sat there looking a little stunned. She turned to me. "Would you like to do that to me?"
"Yes I would."
"Does that mean every video you show me, you would like to do whatever it is, to me?"
"Not necessarily, but mainly yes."
"Oh." She stood up. "I think I'll go to bed."
It was obviously something that she hadn't considered, and needed some thinking time.
Monday evening I asked her if she would like to watch more videos, she looked reluctant but said yes. I played the last video from the night before, then a second video where the woman wasn't wearing a bra but wrapped her breasts around the man's penis. Over the rest of the week the videos mainly dealt with couples having intercourse in various positions, which seem quite acceptable to Kate, although she did ask me which position I preferred. I told her the missionary position, because I liked to face and kiss my partner and feel her breasts crushed up against my chest. I thought I detected some sort of approval from her. It was over the weekend that I introduced the oral sex videos which again I think repelled her a little, and I waited for the obvious question, but it never came.
In the screening of the videos I kept to the mom and son scenario as much as possible, but I did show her the full list of tags that were available. Father daughter, brother sister, mother daughter, lesbians and gays, plus all the rest. I think she began to realize just how little she knew about life. The first weeks videos were kept short, the second week the videos became longer showing one, maybe two each night, the film quality was not always good, neither were the storylines.
It was the week after we watched the videos that we continued to make out, with me picking up from where I left off. Having pulled her skirt up, she allowed my finger to massage her womanhood on the outside of her panties. It was halfway through that week that I whispered in her ear that I was going to slip my hand inside her panties. As we kissed, I could feel her hold her breath as my hand slipped under the waist band of those silk panties. There was a slight gasp as my finger traced along the entrance of her pussy, and again when she was suitably aroused and parted her legs to allow me to slip a finger inside her. As I pleasured her, my thumb searched, found and lightly drew circles around her clit. It was the slightest of movements but I felt her hips begin to gyrate as she pushed against my hand. She pulled my head down mashed her lips against mine as she slipped her hand down to place over mine. I felt the back of her hand rub against my erection, then it changed position to allow her fingers close around my dick.
I looked at her. "Kate you're so beautiful, and the way we have progressed do you think it's time to consider some type of contraception, that is unless you want to take the chance, and have children?"
She kissed me "I don't want to have children, not at my age it would be too risky, I just want to be with you."
Although we continued making out on the sofa for a further two weeks, little progress was made. On the Saturday we made plans to have a mid-day picnic in a secluded spot beside the lake. Kate looked stunning in her short, low cut, tight fitting; highly colored floral sun dress. The picnic basket contained small sandwiches, various sorts of pies, chocolates and champagne. I placed a blanket on the ground which after we had eaten, stretched out on and began to make out. As we kissed I slipped my hand beneath her dress, pushing her panties aside sufficiently, until I could run my fingers along the entrance of her pussy.
Before we became too amorous Kate pulled back, stopping me in my tracks.
"Darling I want to talk a little. Would you sleep with me tonight? Before you answer I want you to understand how I would like things to develop between us. For example, tonight I would wear my nightgown and you your pajama bottoms. In bed we can kiss and cuddle and touch each other as we have recently. I do not want our sexual practices to develop too quickly, I'm nervous after you showing me those videos, and now I have a pretty good Idea what you expect of me. I need time and understanding if I am to get used to my new role as a proper wife."
"Sweetheart I respect your wishes and we will do it exactly as you wish. So have you thought about the direction we should go, do we just stay where we are and live together as husband and wife, or do we move and I buy you an engagement ring?"
"You buy me an engagement ring."
That first night we both got ready for bed in our own bedrooms and I waited for the signal that she was ready, before entering her room. Kate was sitting up in bed her firm breasts sticking out as proud as peacocks, her nipples already enlarged. I couldn't say much, my erection was unmissable. When I crawled in bed beside her I displayed as much of my arousal as possible. We cuddled up close, and while we were kissing my hands roamed over her body, feeling her gown and body beneath. Also it was the first time that I had felt her breasts covered in satin, squashed against my naked chest. Although the feeling was incredible, I became impatient to remove her gown. I didn't think that our first night together went as well as our best time on the sofa, although I was a little surprised when she slipped her hand inside my pajamas and held me and occasionally massaged my cock.
Sunday morning was a whole new ball game. When I awoke Kate was already awake watching me. Her head and shoulders were above the covers and I couldn't quite make out what she was holding in front of her, until that is she threw her nightgown across my face. I groped for her body beneath the covers, and found she was naked.
"Darling take your pajama bottoms off."
I did as she asked and watched as she shifted up the bed. Taking a breast in hand she leaned over me and rubbed her nipple across my lips, my mouth opened automatically and I began to suckle. Kate wrapped her nightgown around my cock and began to massage me. I on the other hand slipped two fingers inside her, and with my thumb on her clit intending to give her great pleasure. I'm not sure whether I was exceptionally aroused, or her expertise as a masseuse was beyond anything that I had previously experienced, but I was unable to control myself. I apologized to her for ejaculating prematurely. Although I continued with my ministrations, I failed to satisfy her. It was a great feeling when finally our two naked bodies made contact, and we rubbed ourselves up against each other.
It was obvious that Kate was losing some of her inhibitions because when she left the bed she stood in front of me allowing me to look at her body in all its glory. She sort of fluffed her hand around her genital area. "A lot of the participants in those videos you showed me were clean shaven, do you think we need to do that?" Then before I could answer, she quickly turned and mumbled. "I'm going to have a shower."
I tried to justify her thinking and assumed she was reflecting on those videos concerned with oral sex.
It was a Saturday and we were now about two months into our relationship and although we were not having a marriage ceremony I still wanted her to buy her an engagement ring. We were not going to chance using local jewelers, in case we were recognized, so we drove to one of the major cities where a chance meeting was less likely. We spent the evening at a restaurant celebrating our engagement and by the time we got home it was late. Kate took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
"Undress me."
"What?"
"I want you to undress me."
Having unbuttoned and removed her blouse she stood there in her bra, while I stroked and squeezed the part of her breasts overflowing from the cups. I lowered the zip on her skirt, then kneeling, eased the skirt down her legs for her to step out of. It was the first time that I had known Kate to wear a thong, it was a mini thong that hardly covered her pussy, which I noticed was now clean shaven. She didn't flinch when I kissed her, admitted my lips were pressed against the thong. Neither did she flinch or object when I lowered the thong and kissed her naked body. Kate had removed her bra and drooped it over my head as my tongue slipped into the entrance of her pussy. She asked me to stand so that she could undress me. By the time I was naked Kate was kneeling in front of me, but unfortunately I was not clean shaven but her kiss did linger on the top of my cock.
Two naked bodies crawled into bed and immediately molded into one, kissing and cuddling and pleasuring each other by hand.
"Darling make love to me."
"Do you mean what I think you mean, is it safe?"
"Yes it's safe and I'm ready, I want you inside me."
Kate was well lubricated and when I climbed on top, it wasn't difficult for me to slip inside her, and as we made love we kissed. Kate must have been close to an orgasm because within a very short time she began to moan and squirm beneath me. My experience in these situations of love making had been fairly limited, but I had never known a woman to be so vocal and have such an aggressive orgasm. I had still to be satisfied and kept going. Kate wrapped her legs and arms tight around me, I think more to restrain my pounding of her than her arousal. Finally satisfied, I collapsed on top of her exhausted, Kate rolled me off and lifted her breast to my mouth slipping her nipple between my lips encouraging me to suckle.
"Darling the women, while they were performing on those videos used a lot of dirty words, would you like mommy to talk to you like that while we are making love?"
I nodded causing her breast to jump up and down.
"Is that a yes?"
I nodded again, only harder this time, pressing my face deep into her flesh.
"You want to hear mommy say how much she enjoyed you fucking her and sucking her tits?"
I lifted my head and looked her straight in the eye. "That's exactly what I want."
We made love for a second time that night during which she told me how much she loved me and how she enjoyed our love making. However, Sunday morning when I awoke Kate was standing close to the bed, naked, except she was wearing a pink satin bra with fairly large cups, which more than restricted the movement of her breasts.
"Right from when you first played those videos for me you said that you wanted to fuck my breasts, well now you have an opportunity." She leaned over to her nightstand and reached for a bottle of body oil, pouring some into her hand she rubbed it between her breasts. Pouring out a second amount she lubricated my cock, before pulling the covers back and lay with her head to the bottom of the bed. "Now come and fuck my tits."
I straddled her head, leant over, and slipped my cock between her well lubricated tits. It was the first time that I had fucked a woman's tits especially those like Kate's whose were especially voluptuous. The sensation was unbelievable. I ended up shooting my seed between her tits and into the cups of her bra. Whatever happens from this point on, our life together as husband and wife had become a certainty.
In the evenings we began discussing possible areas of the country we could locate to, currently we were living in Springfield, approximately a dozen miles outside Washington DC. Washington was where the accountancy company I worked for had their headquarters. Eventually we agreed that our priority was to find me a position with a company, because we could both live on my salary, where as we couldn't live on Kate's salary. Once offered a position we could check out the area and real estate to see if it suited us. So I began to scan the accountancy advertisements in the papers and magazines. Some advertisements requested that you send a CV some a resume. Over several weeks, I sent off a few of both to various companies, some I received an immediate reply confirming that they had received my documents, others I never heard from again.
I received a hand full of request for interviews, some in areas with a history of adverse weather conditions, but there was only a couple really worth talking about. One was a large engineering company in Richmond Virginia. I was interviewed by three directors in their conference room. The interview didn't go very well, the first part was ok but then it went downhill fast. They asked about my experience working for an accountancy company, and whether I had any experience with engineering companies. I said that I had. Had I experience with take overs, again I said that I had. Then they wanted to know if I had been in charge of a takeover. I told them that it was usually an attorney or a company director's responsibility, however, I have known accountants to take charge, but that would be at director or partner level, and therefore, no I hadn't led a takeover.
The questioning became a little strange they wanted to know if I had any experience with intellectual property. This is the point where I thought things began to go wrong because I poked my nose into their business. I asked. "Are you in the middle of a takeover and talking about patents, and is the company you're buying profitable?"
The three men looked at each other then confirmed it wasn't.
"Then why are you buying it?"
They explained that they bought a particular device from a failing company which owned the patent, a device that was critical to a product they manufactured. If the device became unobtainable it would severely hamper their ability to remain in business.
"From the little I know about patents just because a company manufacture an item it doesn't mean they own the patents. Initially, instead of buying the company, offer to buy the patent. It may be the company does own the patent, but it may be also owned by someone that works for the company, possibly a director. It may also be that the company is manufacturing under license. The first thing you need to do is find out who owns the patent. If the company owns it sobeit, however, if a person owns the patent then investigate them, do a background check to see if there is something that you could use to apply pressure."
The line of questioning changed when they asked me about my wife. They wanted to know if we were a couple that socialized.
"If you're asking if we throw dinner parties or go out with friends the answer is no we don't?" They asked the reason why we weren't sociable, I told them straight. "There is a considerable age gap between myself and my wife and people tend to gossip about it, and we would rather not listen to them talking about us behind our backs."
From that point the interview seemed to end quite abruptly, they thanked me for coming and I was escorted out.
It's strange you can never tell how people are going to react. When I arrived home and sat down with Kate and told her what happened at the interview, and that I didn't expect to be offered the position. Then two weeks later I received an offer. It was quite a package, first they would put us up in a hotel for a week to allow us to explore the area before making a decision. The salary was more than generous, there would be relocation costs and a year's rent free apartment, giving us time to find a suitable property. Our week in Richmond was great, we thoroughly explored the area and provisionally decided where we would like to buy a home. The Friday before we planned to return home on the Saturday, I visited the plant to confirm my acceptance of their offer, and we agreed that I could start in six weeks' giving me time to make all the necessary arrangements, and to notify my employer that I had found another position, put the house on the market, and our furniture in storage. There were many other less important things that we needed to take care of, which could be achieved within the timescale.Saturday evening, after celebrating our good fortune, we arrived home from the restaurant about 11.00pm. I went to the kitchen to reclaim a bottle of champagne from the fridge I had placed there earlier, and with two glasses returned to the siting room. Kate had placed one of the dining chairs in the center of the room. She maneuvered me in front of the chair and began to undo the buttons on my shirt. Kate completely undressed me and once I was naked she pushed me back to sit on the chair. Slowly she lowered the zip of her dress then eased the dress down her body before stepping out of it. Unhooking her bra she rapped it around my erection, followed up by lowering, removing and dropping her panties on top of the bra. She stood in front of me cupping her breasts, bouncing them in her hands. Standing so close she asked me to slip my fingers inside her while she continued to manipulate her breasts.
Kate bent over, kissed me and shook her body to encourage her breasts to slap against my erection. She pulled my fingers from her body and placed them in her mouth, then rocked her body sending her breasts flapping back and forth, then reverted to swaying causing her breasts to swing from side to side. All the time I was mesmerized by their movement. Removing her bra and panties from my lap, she wrapped her hand around my cock, ensuring it slipped between her breasts, as she kissed her way down my body, to finally take me in her mouth. There was only a slight sensation at first, her movement was slow and limited to the tip of my cock. But as she bobbed her head faster and went deeper, the sensation became incredible and I couldn't believe just how deep she could insert me down her throat. Everything became too much for me and I lost control and came in her mouth.
I tasted a mixture of our fluids as she kissed me, before taking my hand to lead me to the shower room. She insisted that I stand outside the cubicle and watch while she showered. She soaped her body and pressed herself against the cubicle's glass walls, squashing her breasts as she slid those large mammary glands across the glass, dragging her nipples with them. She continued to tease me this way and watched until I had achieved a full erection, only then did she slide the door open and beckon me in with her finger. Kate put her arms around my neck pulling me close, sliding her soapy body against me.
We kissed, then she whispered in my ear that she wanted me to make love to her. She guided me inside her, and we made love slowly and gently, our lips hardly touching. The warm water cascaded down over us, spraying out from between our bodies, as they clashed together, when our love making became more aggressive. We climaxed together, our energy drained as we propped each other up for support. Finally, still a little frisky we dried each other before crawling naked into bed where Kate encouraged me to suckle on her breast before falling asleep.
Six weeks later we travelled down to Richmond and moved into the companies fully furnished apartment. On the Monday my first day, I was received by the Human Resources Manager who showed me to my office. He apologized for not engaging a secretary, but assumed that I would want an input in the selection of one that I thought was suitable, and therefore attend the interviews. I was given an hour to settle in before he returned to give me a guided tour of the offices, and introduce me to the managers, directors, and Finally Mr. Goodman owner of the company. After the tour the human resources manager and I sat down to discuss engaging a secretary.
Rather than recruit from outside the company, I asked. "Is there anyone currently available within the company that's sufficiently competent?"
The guy looked a little sheepish. "There is, a Mrs. Young, a widow, however, she's not young, and she has an attitude and is her own worst enemy. She is unpopular, and although she probably one of the best secretaries I've met, people have a problem working with her."
"I'd like to meet her."
Thirty minutes later I received a phone call from the HR manager telling me that he had spoken with her supervisor and the work she was doing was too important to for her to stop to meet me. I remembered him pointing out the typing pool on our tour, I thanked him for his assistance and made my way down to the department.
I knocked on the door and walked in and introduced myself to the supervisor. "Good morning I'm Paul Jennings I would like to talk with Mrs. Young please."
"I'm sorry Mr. Jennings but Mrs. Young is much too busy to talk with you"
I picked up the telephone. "Um, I'm sorry, but do you happen to have Mr. Goodman's office number.
The supervisor just looked at me.
"Mr. Goodman's number, if you please."
The office became unusually quiet when all the clicking from the keyboards ceased.
The supervisor turned her attention to a woman at the back of the office, not that much older than my mother. "Mrs. Young could Mr. Jennings have a word with you please."
She left her work station and joined me. I held out my hand. "Paul Jennings could you come to my office please?" She took it and we shook hands.
As we left the supervisor said "don't be too long, Mrs. Young is on important work."
"It will take as long as it takes and you must prepare for Mrs. Young not to return."
We walked to my office in silence, I was pretty sure that she may have thought that she was getting fired.
"Please sit down. The reason I've asked you here is that I'm looking to engage a secretary, and asking around have been told that you are the most competent. However I'm also told that you have an attitude and people don't like working with you. If your attitude is that you politely speak your mind, then we do not have a problem. The problem for me is that I have never hired or had a personal secretary, whoever takes the position will be my first therefore, I will be learning as I go along. Saying that, I will tell you what I expect of my secretary, then you can tell me if you are interested in the position.
"First I expect my secretary to be discrete, and keep what happens and said in the office confidential, regardless who asks you. Even if Mr. Goodman himself asks you about work related things, just refer him to me, and I do not expect you to gossip with the other girls. I expect my secretary to be smartly dressed, as you are today, wearing a skirt or dress no longer than you are wearing; no pants. You will be polite to all who wish to see me, and make no excuses or lie for me. If anyone has a work related problem and you can help them, then do so, regardless of any personal feelings you have towards that person. Finally if my wife phones and I'm in the office put her through, however, if I'm in a meeting somewhere else take a message and put a note on my desk, or if you think it's urgent, phone or come and get me. But she usually contacts me on my cell phone. I want our little department to be on a first name basis, although outside the department when discussing me with others you will refer to me as Mr. Jennings. Now I need to know your first name."
"Ella, my name is Ella."
"Thank you Ella."
"I'll give you the rest of the day and tomorrow to think about it, if I don't hear from you by end of business tomorrow, then I will assume you're not interested, are there any questions?"
"Yes, will my salary be increased?"
"At this point I just don't know, I suppose it depends on your current salary and the salary of the lowest paid secretary, but this I promise you, you will not be the lowest paid secretary."
"Then I accept your offer and will abide by your expectations."
"Great, I assume that you know your work space is in the cubicle just outside my office. I suggest that you go back to your department, inform the supervisor that you have another position and collect all your belongings, bring them up here and settle in. We will need all the necessary office equipment to carry out our jobs, so that we can start work tomorrow morning. If you have any problems getting what you need then come back to me."
Over the following weeks everything at work went really well, weekends were great, Kate and I would drive to the various suburbs or close townships evaluating the area and looking at houses. Every Saturday night we would go out to a very nice restaurant that had been recommended that served great food. It was about two months after my joining the company, having reserved a table at the restaurant and just been seated when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Mr. Goodman, this is a surprise. Please let me introduce my wife Kate."
"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Jennings. Now let me introduce my wife Julia and I'm Charles."
I hadn't noticed the beautiful woman standing back from Mr. Goodman because my concentration was mainly on him. I guessed she was only a couple of years older than me, there must have been at least 35 years age gap between them. In life it is more or less accepted that an elderly rich man would have a young attractive wife, whereas not so much when a handsome young man marries a much older lady. Our smiles said it all, 'snap'.
"Paul we've only just arrived, you haven't been served yet why don't you join us?"
"Thank you for the offer sir but we don't want to crash in on your evening."
"Don't be silly." It was Mrs. Goodman talking. "It's not often we have company and my chance to talk with another woman, an attractive one like your wife."
The evening went well, we all seemed to hit it off, by the end of the evening we were all on first name terms. I think we overstayed our welcome at the restaurant, because it was late and we were the last there, in fact we were politely asked to leave.
Monday morning I was on the phone when Mr. Goodman knocked on my door, I beckoned him in, he took a seat in the corner of my office, leaned back and crossed his legs, making himself comfortable. Next thing I knew Ella walked in.
"Would you two gentlemen like coffee?" I gave her a thumbs up and Mr. Goodman said he would take it black.
Charles directed his remark to Ella. "Mrs. Young isn't it?"
"Yes sir."
"I thought so, how do you like working for our new boy?"
"Yes sir I'm enjoying my new position."
"Yes he's ruffled a few feathers since he's been here, especially HR where he has been pushing to bring your salary up. Even I had to step in there, but I think you will be pleased with what's in your packet next month. Now I wish to talk with Paul, please shut the door behind you. Paul, Julia and I would like to invite you and Kate over to lunch next Saturday, bring your costumes I'll turn the pool heaters on. Come over about midday."
Saturday, during lunch and after, we talked mainly about work, I could see Julia and Kate were getting bored with our conversation. It was about two o'clock when Julia suggested that she and Kate go to her bedroom to change into their costumes. Kate was conventional when it came to costumes, although her one piece was very attractive and it did arouse me when she wore it. After some considerable time Julia walked in flaunting her body wearing a micro bikini. I was transfixed on her fairly large breasts, not quite as big as Kates, but minimally covered as was the rest of her body. Charles smiled, he must have been watching my reaction; that was until Kate walked into the room wearing a mini bikini. Both our mouths fell open, and she blushed when she realized we were both gawping at her. It was Julia who broke the spell.
"You two idiots can sit there all day if you wish, but we're going for a swim and after sit by the pool."
Charles and I both rushed upstairs, got changed, and rushed back down again and out to the pool.
Julia and Kate became good friends and would do things together during the week, even though Kate was supposed to be looking for a job. It didn't really matter financially we could manage just fine. Charles and I got on okay, but I never forgot he was the boss. I'd been with the company about six month when I got called to his office. I didn't think it strange when he sent his secretary out on an errand that would take her at least an hour.
"Paul how are you getting on with your house hunting?"
"To be quite honest we haven't found anything we like as yet, that's within our budget."
"I never thanked you properly for your help in resolving the patent crisis, in actual fact you save me a great deal of money by not having to buy that failing company. I bought the patent from the director who owned it, and it was a good deal. The company went into liquidation so we had no competition. It also prevented a crisis within my company and steadied our future. There is a nice house, in its own grounds not far from us that's come on the market. Go and have a look at it and if you like it buy it. I appreciate that it may be out of your price range, but don't worry I will make up the difference. There are no strings attached call it a commission on the money you saved me. There is the guy's telephone number, contact Kate then make the arrangements with the guy to visit this afternoon. It might be a good idea to take Julia with you, because she friends with his wife."
One Saturday night, a few weeks after we moved into the house, we had made love and we were cuddling, our bodies naked, Kate asked.
"Paul would you like to watch two women making love?"
"Do you mean lesbians?"
"No not necessarily, please just answer me, would you like to watch?"
"It depends, you tell me where this is coming from, and I will tell you if I'd like to watch, but my guess is Julia."
"Your right, several times we have been alone in the bedroom and she has made a pass at me, but I have declined. She keeps saying that Charles is keen to see her perform with another woman, and she believes you would also like to watch. In fact she says that you would like to take her to bed. So now what's your answer?"
"I will answer, but first I would like to know how you feel about having sex with another woman."
"If I had sex with her without your knowledge I would feel guilty, but if you agreed and would like to watch I would seriously consider having sex with Julia, and if you did watch, so much the better."
"As for taking her to bed there have been a lot of attractive women I have fantasized about taking to bed, but now there is only one woman that refers to."
"But would you sleep with her given the opportunity?"
"Don't get me wrong, I find her very attractive and sexy, but only if you asked me, and Charles was fully aware and agreeable."
I gathered something was going on, Kate seemed excited that we had been invited by Charles to stay the weekend, a sleep over, and my guess it was going to get sexual. The evening was pretty much like any other Saturday we had spent with them until 11.00 o'clock. Julie stood, kissed Charles on the lips took his hand to lead him out of the room, not before he beckoned for me to follow. I followed Charles into their bedroom and followed him into a tiny secret anti-room through a hidden door which blended in the rest of the wall paneling. In the door was a glass panel which turned out to be a one way mirror. Placed in the room was two chairs side by side. Julia closed the door and left the bedroom. Five minutes later the two girls entered the bedroom carrying shopping bags. They dropped the bags on the bed and began to take things from them. Kate held up an erotic micro bikini which was even smaller than the one Julia wore. Julia asked her to try it on, she said she would but only if Julia tried hers on. Turning their back on us they both undressed, Kate slipped her bikini on and asked Julia to tie the bikini top's strings. Kate returned the compliment and tied the strings on Julia's bikini top. They turned and faced us, paraded around a little, encouraging their breast to bounce around as they did.
With Kate facing us, Julie went behind Kate and undid the string of her top, then eased it off over her head. Julia wrapped her arms around Kate and squeezed her breasts. Kate seemed alarmed.
"What are you doing?"
"Feeling them to see if they are real."
"Of course they're real, now I'm going to try on my nightgown."
This gossamer piece of material was taken out of the bag and Kate slipped it on. It was totally see through and extremely short, she wandered up to our mirror and struck several poses. Meanwhile Julia had slipped into an identical garment and paraded around the bedroom before picking her time to push Kate onto the bed. Kate was standing at the foot of the bed facing us, as Julia pushed her backwards then dived on top of her. She kissed Kate full on the lips and began squeezing a breast. Kate struggled, but gradually she submitted to Julia's passion, and began returning her kisses. Julia lifted Kate's see through nightgown up and began to suckle on her breasts, Kate pulled Julia's nightgown up and off over her head then began to squeeze her breasts.
They both moved up the bed, Kate sitting up removed her gown. Julia facing Kate sat astride her legs, and cupping Kate's breasts, leaning over towards her she began to rub Kate's nipples against her own. Kate cupped Julia's breasts to steady them for a better contact. As they kissed they mashed their breasts together and when Julia wrapped her arms around Kate and held her tight, Kate slipped her fingers inside Julia's pussy.
"Does Julia like mommy putting her fingers inside her pussy?"
"Oh mommy fuck me hard with them."
For the next half an hour they kissed, sucked and fondled breasts and fingered each other to an orgasm. While Julia laid on the bed exhausted, Kate went to her bag and pulled out a strap on dildo. Julia watched as Kate strapped it on.
"Oh mommy what are you doing?"
"You darling, mommy's doing you."
Kate took no notice of Julia's concern, not saying a word just climb on the bed, spread Julia's legs and mounted her slipping the dildo deep into her pussy to fuck her for all her worth. Julia moaned wrapping her arms around Kate pulling her close. We watched as they kissed, and while Kate fondled Julia's breasts she maintained her movement of bobbing up and down encouraging the dildo to slide in and out of Julia. Twice Julia orgasmed as we watched her body squirm and convulse beneath Kate. Kate withdrew, Julia could take no more, removing the strap on; Kate rubbed the tip along Julia's lips.
"Suck it."
Julia opened her mouth and sucked the dildo.
"There's a good girl, now mommy is going to feed her darling."
Kate pressed her nipple against Julia's lips to encourage her to suckle, which she did very forcefully, as if to attempt to draw milk from her breasts. Then after, while kissing, Julia slowly maneuvered Kate onto her back, straddled her leg and pressed her knee against Kate's pussy and began rubbing it up and down to pleasure her. Eventually Kate orgasmed after which they both lay cuddling and kissing, squashing their breasts and rubbing their nipples together. It must have been two in the morning before ending their performance, and we were allowed to leave the anti-room. Charles remained in the bedroom with Julia, while Kate, still naked; took me to our room. In bed we kissed, she satisfied me with her mouth, and we slept to nearly midday.
The following month according, to Kate, Julia had invited us to stay for the weekend so she could take me to bed. It wasn't that I didn't want to have sex with her, but I was concerned about Kate's and Charles feelings, and what their response would be.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not darling you said you found her sexy, why wouldn't you want to sleep with her?"
"I find a lot of women sexy but I don't go around sleeping with them, and if I did you wouldn't like it."
"But Paul in this case I want you to sleep with her."
"Is that so you can sleep with Charles?""No I won't be sleeping with Charles, he's not up to it as he once was."
"So will you two be watching us from that anti-room?"
"No, Julia wants complete privacy."
"And Charles has agreed to this?"
"According to Julia he has."
"Well, I will give you my answer after I have spoken with him."
Charles usually arrive later in the morning so it was almost midday by the time I arrived at his office. He beckoned me in as I knocked on the door. Closing the door behind me, he said.
"I know why you're here and it is ok you don't have to worry."
"You think you know what I am going to ask?"
"Yes, it's about the sleeping arrangements over the weekend. This morning Kate called Julia and Julia asked me to put your mind at rest, its ok we have all agreed to the arrangements."
When I arrived home that night Kate asked me if I had spoken with Charles.
"Yes I spoke with him this morning and he is quite amenable to the arrangements. Yet I can't help wondering why a man would willingly, even encourage his wife have sex with another man?"
"Julia is not his wife, she's his daughter, Charles wife died giving birth to Julia. As you may have gathered Julia is a very amorous woman. The evening of her twenty first birthday, she sat on Charles lap and seduced him. She gave him passionate kisses on the lips, unbuttoned her blouse and pulled up her bra exposing her breasts to him. She took his hand and put it up her skirt and allowed him to caress her. That night she went to his bedroom wearing one of those erotic micro bikini sets and made love to him.
"Like us they couldn't suddenly become man and wife so he sold his New York business and bought the mansion and engineering company, here in Richmond. Of course all the gossip was that a beautiful young woman had married an older rich man for his money, but we know that's not true."
"So if Julia told you this, did you tell her about us?"
"No I didn't, she still thinks were married."
Saturday evening, Julia made it quite clear that we were a couple, when we arrive she put her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. She sat next to me or on my lap all night with her arms through mine, or around my neck, kissing me on the cheek. I felt embarrassed and tried to figure out what Kate was thinking. I expected her to stand up any minute and say that's enough were going home, but she never did. Julia said the she was going to bed and would I wait half an hour before following her. The three of us sat there hardly a word spoken, the whole atmosphere was one of embarrassment; I just couldn't wait to get out of there, and prayed for the time to pass quickly. Finally I said goodnight, kissed Kate, who turned her cheek towards me, then made my way to the master bedroom.
Julia was standing by the bed in a full length white satin nightgown with floor to hip lace trimmed slits both sides. She walked over to me placed both arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips, lightly separating them with her tongue. She kept her eyes focused on mine as she unbuttoned and removed my shirt. With my belt unbuckled and my pants unclipped, she lowered the zip the slid her hand inside my undershorts and clasped my cock. A smile crossed her face and she quickly lowered my pants and undershorts, kneeling as she lowered them to the floor. As she lifted each leg I stepped out of my clothes, but all the time her eyes were transfixed on my groin area. Her hand encircled my erection and she rubbed it along the satin material that covered her breasts. Then back the other way across the fleshy part of her upper breasts, with a slight delay as she cradled it in her cleavage. Standing there with my eyes closed savoring the moment I suddenly felt the warm moist softness of her mouth, her tongue massaging my erection, while her head bobbed up and down.
I pulled her up off her knees, wrapping my arms around her crushed against my body, and for the first time kissed her with passion. I pulled her onto the bed and as we lay side by side we cuddled and kissed, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. Lowering a shoulder strap of her nightgown, her breast felt soft and warm on my hand, as I squeezed and gently rocked it to and fro. How long it lasted I couldn't say but it was pure romance without lust.
"I love you Paul, I fell in love with you that first time we met at the restaurant, and I know that you have feelings for me, maybe just not quite as deep as mine. You don't have to worry, I will not pursue you or desecrate your marriage, I wouldn't do that to Kate, but our time will come."
Julia eased the remaining shoulder strap from her shoulder and lowered the top of her nightgown giving me clear access to her breasts. She placed her hand on the back of my head guiding me down to kiss and suckle those magnificent orbs. Slipping my hand beneath her nightgown my fingers sought out her pussy and surprisingly she prevented me from pleasuring her.
"No Paul, please don't, I'm ready and I want you, take me now."
I pulled her nightgown up, rolled over to position myself on top of her and slipped easily inside her. Julia wrapped her arms and leg around me, preventing me from getting to aggressive with her.
"Darling slowly, be gentle, I want to savor this moment."
Slow and gentle it was, Julia began to purr as our love making became nice and steady. Um's and ah's vibrated in my mouth as we kissed, slow soft kisses, at times our lips hardly touching, our bodies slowly gyrating in time with each other. I noticed her body movement began to speed up becoming more forceful, she became more vocal moaning and groaning.
"Oh Paul I'm cumming, I'm cumming Paul."
"Shall I pull out before I cum?"
Gasping she said "No I want you inside me I want everything you can give me, I want to feel your cum shoot up inside me."
Suddenly Julia screamed out loud, her body convulsing as she orgasmed, almost crushing me with her arms as she waited for me to cum. After she collapsed, it was only a matter of seconds before she felt my manly fluid being injected into her. As we laid there, Julia removed her nightgown with every intention that we should be naked, as we cuddled up into each other's arms. We made love twice more that night and once Sunday morning. The four of us spent most of the day together around the pool, Julia went back to being her old self and no one asked how things went. Nothing was ever said about the night Julia and I spent together.
Two months after that weekend Ella said that Mr. Goodman would like to see me in his office at 11.00 o'clock. As I arrived at his office he waved me in.
"Shut the door please Paul, please sit. At this very minute Julia is about to talk to Kate to tell her exactly what I'm going to say to you. Julia is pregnant."
"Oh congratulations, that's wonderful."
"The child is not mine. Paul the child is yours, you are the father; it's from that weekend."
"But I thought Julia would at least be using contraception, she knew I wasn't using anything."
"It's alright Paul, we are delighted; we never thought we could have children. Because of this I have a proposition to put to you. Julia and I have spoken about this in length and we are both in agreement, totally, utterly and without reservation. Paul, out of all the people who I know and work for me, you are the only one that I completely trust, so here goes. Julia is 30 years old, I'm 65, you are 26 so it's more than likely I will go first and leave Julia alone to bring up a child. Here is what we are proposing, when I die you and Kate move in with Julia and the child and be a family. You can sell your house and keep all the money from the sale. For my part I will leave Julia the house and property, and one third of my fortune, although she already has sufficient investments for which she can live on the interest.
"For you I will leave the company and one third of my fortune on the proviso that when you die you leave the company to our child whether it be boy or a girl. You will train them up to take over from you, when you retire or pass on. The final third of my fortune goes to the child, as a safety net. After I die I expect Kate to go next and then I think it possible that you and Julia could marry, she deserves someone nearer her own age and you fit the bill perfectly. As for you taking over from me you have a lot to learn, although as an accountant you are half way there. For me, my proposition is the perfect scenario, but I'm not so stupid as to think that's how it is going to happen. We already know how plans can go awry, for example there could be a problem with the birth. The child might refuse to work at the company, there could be an accident or serious illness, but while I'm alive I can deal with it, but if I'm not, I'm putting my trust in you to do the right thing and protect both our families. I would like you to discuss everything with Kate and give me an answer as soon as you can."
Julia gave birth to a boy, Robert, and at the baptism Kate and I were named as godparents. Charles spent the next five years training me to take over from him, before he became ill and had to retire. Right from the outset he had two new offices built next to his, one for me one for Ella. My new position caused a considerable amount jealousy and gossip especially from the directors, when I took over they felt my wrath. After Charles retired I would visit him two or three times during the week and Kate and I most weekends, first to keep him informed of our progress also to check on Julia and Robert. Charles died three years later, he was 73, while Julia was 38. Kate and I sold the house and moved in with Julia and Robert.
Unfortunately Kate's sexual prowess was in decline, the two girls got together and proposed that they share me. I slept with Kate four nights a week and Julia three nights, although the hours I spent in her bed each night was limited because we didn't want Robert to catch us sleeping together. Happiness didn't last long, Kate died un-expectantly two years later of an undiagnosed heart condition; she was 55. Julia's prediction that 'our time would come' came true, when six months later with the approval of Robert we decided to get married. The wedding was a fairly small affair just our immediate friends and colleagues, but it was a proper wedding, the bride dressed in a white wedding gown wearing a veil, and me in a morning suit. With bridesmaids and Robert as my best man. Things went well, however I did hear comments about the bride wearing a veil for a second marriage. We did go on a honeymoon of sorts, although it was more like a holiday because we took Robert to Disney World in Florida.
Little did our guests know that it was both our first official marriage. When I proposed to Julia I told her about our lives, and that Kate was my mother and that we were not married, and if she accepted me it would be both our first marriage. She said, how could she not marry me, then threw her arms around me telling me of the relief she felt that our lives took a parallel course, and knew that I would never judge her.
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