At The Lake

At the Lake

 

 

Mark and Janice

 

Since he was fourteen, Mark Stevens was a part‑time employee of the “Dustin Family Food Market”, a mid‑sized privately owned business catering primarily to people living within walking distance in his neighborhood and the surrounding area. On the job, he had proven that he could learn new skills quickly, and with each new skill, he had been given more responsibility. He started as the evening stock clerk, making certain that shelves were never empty of goods in stock, that goods were placed at the proper locations, and that sales displays were setup for the following week. It eventually became his responsibility to track the inventories of packaged goods and produce so they could be maintained at the proper levels. This meant that he also provided a written inventory update each night for Mr. Dustin to review the next business day and place orders if necessary. During his senior year of high‑school, he became the Assistant Manager of Receiving, in charge of the Receiving Department in the late afternoons and weekends. An impressive title for a high-school senior, but he was the only employee in receiving during those hours. At the time, though it was not apparent to Mark, he was developing organizational skills that would benefit him his entire life.

The job paid well for a high‑school student. With the periodic pay raises, he was able to save enough to pay for two‑years tuition and books at the local junior college. He also purchased his favorite toy, a used 45 horsepower hydroplane kept at the family lake‑front cottage in the northern part of the state.

Charles Dustin was very intelligent but didn’t have a college education, because he married young, of necessity, and was raising family. He did, however, have a plan for substantial business growth, but was smart enough to know that he lacked the formal skills to make it happen. He would like to have Mark stay on as a permanent employee, but he knows that Mark has exceptional capabilities and would never be happy in such a mundane position. Charles is very sorry to lose him, quality help like Mark Stevens is difficult to find. To show his appreciation for all Mark’s efforts, he gave him an extra month’s pay as a graduation gift.

Mark is a handsome young man with a height of six feet and two inches, weighing 198 pounds, with muscular arms and well‑developed chest, probably the result of moving all those heavy boxes and crates at the market. Mark is friendly and has a bright smile — the kind that causes others to smile in return. It seems that he never forgets the name of a neighborhood customer. It’s always “Good afternoon, Mrs. Smith” or “Good evening, Mr. Jones.” His likeability and willingness to help are probably his most valuable assets. If a customer can’t reach something on a shelf, Mark will drop whatever he is doing and get it for them. If a shelf is empty, he will check inventory. However, the most important skill he has developed is the ability to converse with customers, and he especially likes to converse with the women, regardless of their age. When a purchase is too large or too heavy, he often delivers it after work in his Mustang convertible. Mr. Dustin doesn’t realize that Mark has recently started to service other needs of some of his female customers. Man does not live by work alone.

This night being the last on the job, he is frantically trying to complete balancing the week’s receivers against the invoices. He wanted to leave everything in order before going north to the family cottage. During previous summer vacations, he worked full‑time, but not this summer, his last before college. This summer is going to be different. He planned on doing nothing but fishing, swimming, sun bathing, water skiing, and cruising the lake in his hydroplane looking for women.

The family cottage, as it is called, is actually a lodge inherited by his parents from his great grandparents. It can accommodate sixteen if Mark is willing to use the spare bedroom and bath on the lower level boat storage area. The cottage is operated for the family exclusively every summer into the late fall or winter, if the snowfall is enough for good snowmobiling. Any family members, including in‑laws, are welcome there whenever they wish and for as long as they wish.

Mark’s experience maintaining his hydroplane qualifies him to be the resident mechanic for all the boats and motors owned by family members and stored at the cottage, and it has become his responsibility to ensure that all the boating equipment is checked‑out and ready for use when the vacation season starts.

Each year, a different woman of the family volunteers to make the cottage habitable for the coming season, and this year it is Janice Thompson who’s married to Bill, the brother of Mark’s sister‑in‑law. She is thirty years old, five feet and nine inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds. Mark considered Jan to be the sexiest woman he has ever seen. She is very attractive, and she has curves where a woman should have curves. At the cottage, she always wears short shorts, no bra, and a wrap‑around halter top that ties in front and shows a great deal of cleavage. Her magnificent, long legs reach all the way from her ass to the floor. Hopefully, this year he will be fortunate enough to get an “accidental” view of her bare tits and ass.

It was nearing 11:00 pm. Mark phoned the cottage. Jan answered, and Mark could hear the vacuum cleaner in the background. “I’m running late, but I’m trying to get out of here tonight. If I finish by 1:00 am, I’ll leave immediately and be there at about 3:00 am. Don’t be concerned about letting me in, I have my keys. Otherwise, I’ll go home and be up there tomorrow about noon. So, if you hear any strange noises in the night, it will be me.” Jan said that she understood and would lock up.

A few minutes after 3:00 am, Mark rolled into the parking area behind the cottage. He grabbed his duffel from the back seat, went inside the dark cottage and downstairs to the spare bedroom and bath. He noticed that the room had been cleaned and the bedding fresh. He appreciated that Jan had cleaned his room first. He stripped to his boxers, collapsed into the bed, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Jan called down the stairs, “Mark, breakfast will be ready in about twenty minutes. Are you up?” Mark uttered some unintelligible words. “Mark, we’re having your favorite, cinnamon pancakes. Better get up.” Mark rolled out of bed, washed, put on clean boxers and his work clothes, which consisted of shorts, a tee-shirt and deck shoes. He loved Jan’s cinnamon pancakes, and she made them the size of the pan, about eight inches in diameter. This morning he could eat at least four.

Mark walked upstairs to the kitchen and saw Jan’s legs at eye level as he crested the landing. He started to get an erection, and he paused to move it up and make it less noticeable. “I’m not dating anyone. Who has the time? Where are the coffee mugs?”

“They’re right above me in the top cabinet. You’ll have to reach over me. And get one for me too, please,” said Jan. When he stretched to reach over her, his erection rubbed on her magnificent ass, and he thought that he felt a response, but he couldn’t be certain.

“So, who are you dating now? Is Nancy still your flame?” Jan asked. Nancy was the daughter of Jan’s former next-door neighbors when she and her husband, Bill, lived in the far southwest suburbs. They have since moved to a new housing development on the northeast side near Mark’s family.

“Haven’t seen her in months.”

“I would think that a handsome young man like you would be beating the young ladies away with a club.” “So, why aren’t you dating anyone?”

Mark poured coffee for both. He sat at the breakfast table and thought a moment. “Well, I think people have changed since you were in high‑school. I don’t care what’s said about women maturing faster than men. That’s bullshit. Most of the girls my age are very shallow. What I, and most guys my age, experience is this. If I ask a girl out and she accepts, what does that mean? It means that she thinks I drive a nice car, or that I have money, or that I dress in the current ‘hot’ fashion, or that I’m in the ‘right’ clique. Any or all the above. It doesn’t have anything to do with me, personally. It has to do with them and how they think they are viewed by their peers. They’ll go out with me if it will, in their minds, enhance their image. And consider their physical appearance. Most of them don’t have a fantastic figure like yours. You have curves where women should have curves. They are more like stick people, or stick people with boobs.”

“When you say curves, I hope you don’t mean fat,” Jan said. She was flattered by his directness but managed to maintain her composure and not let her feelings show. She was still thinking about his hard cock rubbing the crack of her ass when he got the coffee mugs from the cabinet. “That’s a very callous view of the female population. What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m not talking about all women. I’m talking about the women my age. I guess I’ll date only older women who have matured enough to get past this superficial stage.”

Jan laughed. “What do you mean by older women? Twenty, twenty-two?”

Remembering that Jan recently moved to the same side of town as he, and being careful not to disclose too much, Mark said, “I’ve already dated three older women. And all older than you, I might add.”

Now Jan was more than curious. “How old? Who? Anyone I know?”

“The first was 42, the next 32, and the last 48.” “I doubt if you know any of them, but it’s possible you could have friends who do, so I certainly would never divulge their names. This is a large town, but not large enough to ensure anonymity.”

Jan thought, “My god. He’s been screwing women older than I am. What else would an eighteen-year-old be doing with women that age? And I’ve been trying to think of some way to get him into my bed without anyone knowing.” Then she thought how bad the consequences could be. “I don’t know if I should believe you. How do you, at your age, meet women that age? How do you approach them?”

“I met them at the market where I worked. They approached me; I would never have approached them. What do you think would’ve happened to my job if I were hitting on Mr. Dustin’s customers?”

“I still don’t know if I believe you, but I’ll keep your secret anyway”, Jan said.

“As long as we’re discussing secrets, I have a question for you. For the past two years, here at the cottage, I’ve noticed that you and others have sometimes been involved in secretive conversations that seem to stop when anyone comes near enough to hear. Something is happening in our family isn’t it? I’m part of this family, and I think that I am entitled to know what it is.”

Jan’s expression immediately hardened, and she said curtly, “It isn’t really any of your business. I don’t feel like destroying what appears to be a beautiful day by discussing it right now.” She sat with her coffee in hand looking directly into Mark’s eyes as if thinking. Slowly, her expression softened into one of sadness, then resignation. “You’re eighteen now. You may as well know. Everyone else does,” she said. She sipped her coffee, paused then continued. “You’ve probably noticed that my husband never comes up here anymore. When he started working for this distributorship shortly after we married, he was on the road for at least one week every month. About three years ago, the frequency of the trips started increasing, and it reached the point where it was causing problems. We were arguing. We were fighting. He told me that he was directed by his boss to fill in for other representatives when they were unavailable. Finally, I confronted his boss while Bill was out of town, and I found out that he wasn’t directed to fill in. He volunteered to fill in. He had two favorite territories besides his own, and he never missed the opportunity to go. When he returned home, I confronted him. We had a big fight. In a fit of rage, he admitted that he was having multiple affairs. I was told to learn to deal with it.”

Thinking that someone as attractive as Jan could be summarily dumped, Mark said, “That’s unbelievable! But you’re still together. Why? Did he hurt you?”

“We’re still together because of our daughters. As soon as they’re out of the house, we’re separating and filing for divorce. And no, he didn’t hurt me, physically anyhow.”

Mark was dumbfounded. “How many people in the family know about this? Why was I not made aware of it?”

“Everyone in the family knows. All of the adults, anyway,” she said. “I didn’t want my daughters to know. That’s why you were never told. I know how they love to race around the lake with you in your boat, and I was afraid you might say something to them.”

“So, you’re telling me that Bill is having multiple affairs, and he expects you to just live with it?”

“Oh. He says I can date anyone I want as long as I don’t get pregnant and no one else knows.”

“So, who have you been dating?” Mark asked.

“Nobody. I have two children starting junior‑high, and I want to be a good mother. I’m not going to be seen around town with different men hanging around bars and become known as a whore or a hooker.”

“When I worked at the market, I would go out of my way to be pleasant and to talk with the customers as long and as often as they wished. I noticed that everyone has needs that must be satisfied, and if those needs aren’t satisfied, it can lead to feelings of isolation or loneliness or depression or anger. I often wished that I had the knowledge and experience to help them, but I didn’t know what I could do or say except to offer superficial advice, so I offered none. I found it sad, listening to others describe their needs and believing that satisfaction was beyond their control when it was within their grasp. I don’t know what to say to you, I wish I did.”

Unknowingly, Mark had just lit a fuse to what could become an explosive situation. Jan thought again about Mark’s erection in the crack of her ass. During the holidays, she was certain that he had been sneaking glances at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice. She had often fantasized about him while masturbating. Just this morning, she exposed a great deal of cleavage, right in his face, as she bent over the kitchen table. She knows for certain that he is sexually attracted to her. If he won’t make the first move, then she will! “You and I could have sex if you are interested. It couldn’t be a permanent relationship, and we would have to very careful. I’m very attracted to you, but if we do this and someone in the family finds out, then everyone in the family will know. I love this family, but I’m not really a part of it. I wasn’t born into it like you and most everyone else. When I’m divorced, I won’t be part of it at all. My daughter’s best friends are the children of other family members. They would be deprived of that friendship. How would I explain that?

“You make it sound as though you would be discarded like a bag of trash. You’ve been in this family since my brother married your husband’s sister, that’s been six years now. Our family doesn’t work that way. You would always be welcome, with or without Bill. Mark stood and walked around the table. He took both her hands into his and pulled her to her feet. “I’m not sure we should do this,” she said as she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck. He kissed her gently on the lips. Jan willingly returned his kisses, each time lingering longer. Then she kissed him hard and with passion, and her tongue found his. They each tasted the other’s mouth. He unsnapped her shorts, and pushed them and her panties to the floor. He picked her up and placed her bare ass on the table, pushing her onto her back, spreading her legs, and pushing her knees toward her shoulders. He freed his cock from his shorts. “Please hurry. I’m so hot,” Jan said. Mark probed her pussy with his cock and found her opening. Her lubrication was running in a stream, down her perineum over her anus, and onto the table top. With difficulty, he slipped his cock into her, and she started moaning. Mark was amazed by her tightness. He started stroking. He could feel her cervix rubbing the head of his cock. They were both breathing heavily. Almost immediately, her ass cheeks clinched together, and her pussy gripped his cock. She wrapped her legs around Mark forcing him deep inside her. Jan started to scream, but tried to stop, then thought why? She screamed, and the scream became moans, and the moans became guttural grunts. With her first grunt, she gripped his cock with her pussy as though it was being squeezed by a hand. She felt so good and so warm that Mark lost all control. They both felt his cock stiffen and erupt into the depths of her pussy, bathing her cervix with hot semen. “Oh god. Give me all of it. Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard.” she moaned. With each grunt, she gripped his cock tighter. Jan milked every drop from his testicles, then Mark collapsed into the chair, breathing heavily as her leakage formed a big pool on the table top. After he recovered, Mark stood and pulled her up from the table. They kissed passionately. Semen was running down her legs. “I’m so sorry,” Jan whispered.

“Sorry for what?” Mark asked.

“I’m sorry that I came so quickly. I couldn’t hold it. I tried, but I couldn’t. It started the instant you put your cock in me. It felt so good. Oh my god! What have we done? We’ve started something that can’t be undone and can’t continue. It could never work. Everyone will know.”

“If we both truly want this, we’ll find a way. We’ll make it work,” Mark said. He kissed her again, gently. She put her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. They stood that way for a long time.

“We better get busy cleaning this place,” she whispered in his ear.

“Especially the table and floor,” thought Mark.

Jan went to the bathroom to take care of some leakage issues. Mark watched her cute little ass sway as she walked away. She put her panties and shorts on. She started cleaning the evidence from the table and the floor. She thought about their interlude and wished she could have lasted longer. Mark went downstairs and started inspecting each boat hull for damage. He kept thinking about the encounter with Jan. It had been a quickie, but it was fantastic. He started to get another erection. He started smiling.

Upstairs, Jan was also smiling. She thought, “Maybe he’s right. Maybe we can find a way.”

Jan fixed a nice salad for lunch, and they sat across from each other, eating while stealing furtive glances at the other but not mentioning the morning’s activity. By dinnertime, Mark had finished the hull inspections and discovered no damage. He started the motor checkout.

Jan had finished preparing the master and guest bedrooms. She decided that she should shower, douche, and change clothes. She was reconsidering what she had said that morning. “Mark! Dinnertime. I ordered pizza. It should be here in about twenty minutes. Time to get cleaned up.”

Mark had a quick shower, and took his electric razor from the drawer. He thought for a moment then replaced it and took his blade razor from the drawer. He wanted a nice close shave that would not be scratchy. He had plans for the evening.

As Mark crested the landing into the kitchen, he could see Jan setting the table. “Do you have any beer in that little fridge of yours downstairs?” she asked. “We’re out up here.”

“Probably a couple of six‑packs. Do you want me to get some?”

“Yes. Please bring me one can and get whatever you want,” Jan replied. “Wait. Bring up all you can spare. We’ll put it in the fridge up here, and I’ll get more at the market tomorrow.”

As they sat at the table, Mark noticed that Jan was dressed in different shorts and top than she’d worn that morning. He also noticed that her makeup was perfect, as though she were going on a date. They both started to speak at the same time. They laughed. Mark let Jan speak first. “I’ve reconsidered what I said this morning about us. I want to plan some way that our relationship will work with no serious consequences.” Mark’s heart leapt. He had the same idea.

After dinner, they went downstairs to the spare bedroom and watched tv for a while, lying close together on the bed without talking. Jan turned to Mark and asked, “Would you mind if we sleep together tonight?”

“Of course not,” he said, pulling her close. Jan untied her halter top and slowly slipped it off exposing her magnificent braless tits. She slipped her shorts and panties off and playfully held them over Mark’s face as he slipped out of his shorts and boxers. The aroma of her pussy instantly caused a very hard erection. They slipped under the covers, their lips met, and they kissed softly. Jan put one arm around Mark’s neck, and she grabbed his cock with her free hand. Mark was already leaking. He held Jan close and gently kneaded her bare ass. Their kisses became passionate, and their breathing became heavy and irregular as they kissed hard and long. Their tongues penetrated the other’s mouth, sliding around until finding and circling the other’s tongue. Jan felt that she was going orgasm again as she had at breakfast. It was too quick, and she wanted to stop it. She pulled her tongue from his mouth, and Mark continued kissing her face, her neck, her shoulders, and behind her ears while kneading her breasts. He rubbed her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, and they became erect. She was panting now as he started sucking her nipples and feeling her breasts. She almost had a mild orgasm, as Mark started kissing the underside of each breast. Jan pushed his head away to prevent it.

Mark resumed sucking her nipples. He inserted a finger in her pussy and began stimulating her. He inserted a second finger. Jan was very tight, but there was little resistance now because of the amount of lubrication her body generated. Mark started rubbing her clitoris with his thumb while continuing to finger-fuck her. Jan moaned, and she pushed his hand away. Mark sucked a nipple while massaging the other breast. He kissed his way to the underside of her tit and continued down her abdomen to her pubic mound and her pubic hair. Jan had a magnificent curly bush rich with the exhilarating and intoxicating aroma of her pussy, driving Mark wild with anticipation.

Knowing what was coming, Jan spread her legs wide and reached between them to spread her pussy lips open. Mark licked her from clitoris to perineum, stopping over the entrance of her pussy. He inserted his tongue as far as possible and ran it around her inside. He started lapping at her slit while rubbing her clitoris with a finger. Jan’s breathing became irregular, her legs stiffened and her toes curled. Her ass-cheeks squeezed together as she tried to grip his tongue with her pussy. She moaned loudly as her pelvis lifted off the mattress, and she threw her head back. Her moans became a low guttural sound as the intensity of her orgasm peaked. Her bodily contortions continued, but she slowly recovered as her orgasm subsided.

Mark didn’t give her a chance to rest this time. He was lusting to release his sperm in Jan’s pussy. He climbed on top of her, and she spread her legs again. He lifted himself with his arms, so he could insert his cock in her pussy, but Jan reached down first, grabbing his cock. She guided the head into her opening and felt the tip slide in. The head was so big, but once in, the remainder of his cock entered easily until the head slid under her cervix and bottomed in her canal. She could feel his balls against her ass.

Mark started slowly, but Jan said,” Oh, Mark. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! It’s been so long.”

And he did. The length of his strokes increased; Jan’s hips synchronized in opposition to his strokes. They were both driving hard, both panting. She could feel the head of his cock sliding under her cervix. She could feel him repeatedly hitting bottom. She could feel the top side of his magnificent cock rubbing her clitoris. She knew that she was not going to last much longer because she was still aroused from Mark eating her pussy. She felt her pussy contract gripping Mark’s huge cock. She felt him become rigid and her ass cheeks squeezed together to grip him more tightly. Mark started to groan and his cock started to pump stream after stream of semen from his balls onto her cervix. She spasmed, and she threw her arms out to her sides and grasped the bed sheet with both fists. Jan threw her head from side to side, growling a guttural sound. She came again with Mark still pumping. Her contortions continued until she had emptied him into the pool of semen that formed around her cervix. Mark and Jan rolled onto their sides, both completely exhausted. Jan threw her left leg over Mark to keep him inside her. They kissed, and then they slept.

Sunday morning, they arose, went for a swim, and dressed. Jan made a shopping list, and they went out for breakfast. Jan said, “I’m afraid we’ve started something that can’t be stopped. Last night made me realize how much I’ve missed the intimacy of the personal touch. I’ve never experienced anything that intense.”

Mark said, “I want you to hear me out, without interruption. I prefer to address problems head‑on. If we secretly become a couple, eventually someone will find out. When that happens, everyone in the family will know — just as you said yesterday morning. I don’t want to sneak around. That never works, and it’s too stressful. You’ll have to throw your bastard husband out, and if you need any assistance, I’ll be glad to help. We’ll live together in front of the family and the world, if necessary, until we can form a family of our own. That will upset some and piss‑off others. With time, any who are upset will accept the situation. The others? Who cares? To protect you, however, we must find irrefutable proof that your husband has been cheating on you.”

“Bill hates his boss. If I can get him to go into one of his rants and record it, we can use the recording as leverage. If his boss hears it, Bill may not get fired, but pay increases and promotions will be a thing of the past, and Bill will recognize that,” Jan said.

“You’re actually considering blackmail?” Mark was surprised by Jan’s deviousness, but realized that it would likely succeed and be the least expensive approach, less than detectives for example.

Jan replied, “Yes, blackmail, if that’s what you want to call it. I call it consequences.”

“I want us to live as a family from this point on, while I am enrolled at the junior college and at the university. I want you and the girls with me for the rest of our lives.

“Then you better be proposing marriage. Have you considered how ridiculous that sounds? Have you considered the consequences? We hardly know each other. Look at our age difference. What happens when you’re fifty and I’m sixty‑two?

“Since we’re being blunt, I am proposing marriage. We already know each other in the biblical sense, and I guess when I’m fifty, I’ll be screwing a sixty‑two‑year‑old woman. Women generally outlive men anyway. Seriously though, I’ve known you since I met you at my brother’s wedding. That’s been a little over six years. I was enchanted by what I saw then, and I’m captivated by what I see now. I believe that we are very compatible, and I’m convinced that we can make it last a lifetime. You’ll have to look into your own heart and soul to determine if this is real and not just sex to you. It’s not just sex to me, I’m crazy about you. My major concern is financial, we must find the resources to live. As for college, I’ve saved enough to cover tuition and books for the next two years at the junior college, but only if living at home. My parents have saved enough for my third and fourth years at the university with housing.”

“I’ll want to enroll also,” said Jan. “I finished my freshman year before I married Bill, and it has been a dream of mine since then to finish my degree. And no, I didn’t quit because I was pregnant. Actually, I had difficulty getting pregnant when we decided to start a family. I made a bad mistake when I married Bill, there were warning signs that I chose to ignore. I don’t see any of those signs in you. I just don’t want to make another bad mistake.

There’re some good things though, I don’t believe that money will be an issue. Two years ago, my grandparents left me a sizeable inheritance that I’ve managed to keep secret from my rat of a husband, and when we divorce our new home will be sold and the proceeds split. The home sale alone will support us easily through college. Last, all the furnishings are mine and will be stored in my mother’s garage until needed. This is my major concern. I’m thirty now. By the time you finish at the university, I’ll be thirty‑four or thirty‑five. Then we’ll have to get established somewhere. Don’t you want any children of your own? My biological clock is ticking, and I had problems getting pregnant before.”

“Who says we have to wait? I think that a pair of our boys would go well with your girls. When will you let me know your decision?”

“I’ll let you know tonight after dinner.” They kissed. Jan knew in her heart that her decision had already been made. She just wanted to see if Mark would be concerned about it.

They finished shopping and returned to the cottage. Both put on their work clothes, and Mark continued with the motor tests while Jan put the groceries away and continued with the cleaning. At noon, Jan fixed them a light lunch, during which their conversation was pleasant but contained no mention of Mark’s proposal. He was starting to get nervous while he considered the pros and cons that Jan might be weighing. He was concerned that Jan might consider their age difference an issue when, to him, it meant nothing.

Jan called him up for dinner. “What’re we having?”

“How do you feel about eating at the table out on the deck? We could have French bread, cheese, and wine,” Jan said.

“Sounds good to me. I don’t feel like a heavy meal after that breakfast we had this morning.

Jan asked, “How would you feel about eating naked? The beach is secluded. No one can see us out there. We could swim, dry ourselves, then eat.”

Mark slowly walked to the deck door and paused. He turned and saw Jan standing in the kitchen naked. He started frantically pulling off his clothes as she streaked past. “Last one in has to sleep in the wet spot tonight,” she yelled as she burst through the door. Mark ran behind her making no real effort to catch her. He was too busy admiring her ass. Mark won the wet spot.

They frolicked in the water, dunking, and groping each other. Jan swam underneath him and grabbed his cock. Mark thought that she put it in her mouth but couldn’t be certain. He grabbed Jan turning her to face him and then grabbed her by the ass with one hand on each cheek. He lifted her from the water and placed her on the dock, then pushed her onto her back. He pushed her knees back and spread her legs. Her pussy was at mouth level. Mark pushed his face into her crotch, and Jan grabbed the back of his head with both hands, pulling his face in tightly. He parted her pussy lips with his tongue and inserted it in her opening as far as he could while licking around the internal circumference. Jan started moaning.

Mark withdrew his tongue from her pussy and stimulated her clitoris with little flicks of his tongue‑tip. Still holding his head in place with her hands, Jan’s hips started bucking, lifting her lower back off the dock. He sucked her clitoris like a nipple, and Jan started moaning again. Mark licked her slit from clitoris to ass and her moans became screams. Lubrication was flowing from her pussy in a stream. This time Mark was not going to stop. Her body contorted, and she locked his head in place with her legs. He again stimulated her clitoris using his tongue. He felt her legs stiffen and her ass cheeks squeeze her empty pussy as the screams became grunts, and with every grunt she forced his face tighter in her pussy. After her orgasm subsided, she said in almost a whisper, “You’re going to regret this. Because of what you just did to me, you’ll have to work twice as hard the next time.”

They walked back to the deck holding hands. Mark stopped at the bottom of the steps and they kissed. He whispered in her ear, “I love you.” They dried themselves and poured their wine. They sat at the deck table, eating bread and cheese and sipping wine. Mark asked, “Have you made your decision about us?”

“Yes. Actually, I made it this morning.”

“You did? And?”

“I can think of nothing that would make me happier than to become your wife. I’m concerned about what awaits us, but my answer is ‘yes’. I’ve not been using any birth control. I haven’t needed it for several years. That’s why I was hesitant to answer your proposal this morning. I wanted to be certain that you would still want me if I were pregnant. When you held my hand and told me that you love me at the bottom of the deck steps, I believed you. When a man tells a woman that he loves her during sex, it can be the rush of the moment. When it’s done after sex, it most likely is true. Those few words made me feel warm and secure. They made me realize that I love you too. They made me feel that, together, we could handle anything.”

They slept together that Sunday night. That’s precisely what they did. They slept because they were exhausted from contending with the momentous events of the day. They slept because they had resolved some issues, removing some burdens from their shoulders. They now had a skeleton of a plan for the rest of their lives. Tomorrow it will be time to start putting meat on the bones.

Monday morning, they arose, and went up to the kitchen where Mark had a big breakfast; grits, sausage, two eggs, pancakes, and coffee. In her view, Jan’s breakfast was more sensible; Half an English muffin and coffee. She thought, “Mark doesn’t realize it yet, but he’s going to need all the stamina possible. I’m going to be making up for lost time.” They decided forego further cottage preparation for today and start planning the course of their lives, in detail.

Mark went downstairs and returned to the kitchen with a pad of paper, a pen, and his calculator. He poured another cup of coffee for each and sat at the table. The phone rang. Mark answered. “Hello, —- Yes, she is. She’s right here. Hold on.” He muted the receiver and said, “It’s your husband.” He handed Jan the phone.

“What do you want? —- What do you mean you can’t pick up the girls from my mother’s. You promised to get them this Friday and bring them here. She has a life too you know. She can’t be watching them all the time —- You must go where? —- Again? You were just there. What’s the problem this time? Is she so hot that she must be fucked right now? —- Don’t be like what? Your whore? —- Well I’ve got news for you. I’ve found someone else, too. He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be. Maybe you should move in with one of your whores —- That’s fine with me. Just make sure that you’re out in two weeks. I’ll be bringing my fiancé with me in case you’re not, and you don’t want to antagonize him. I can assure you of that. He’ll rip you into pieces. And you better leave a forwarding address so my attorney can contact you. Goodbye.”

Mark put the phone back on the base. He put his arms around Jan and looked at her face and into her eyes. He did not see the degree of anger and the hurt that he expected. She was trembling only slightly and was not crying. If anything, she appeared relieved. “Are you ok?” he asked.

“I haven’t felt better in five years. We won’t have to plan a way to get rid of Bill. He’ll be out of the house in two weeks. I want you to meet my mother, so we’ll both go down this Friday to pick up the girls, if that’s ok with you. It will give the girls time to get used to you being a parent rather than a playmate. We’ll have to develop a plan that ensures our relationship offends as few family members as possible.”

“I absolutely intend that we’ll be sleeping together in this cottage this summer!” Mark said.

Jan interrupted, “You’re suggesting that we’ll be sleeping together here, at the cottage, in the faces of everyone? Particularly since my sister-in-law, who is your brother’s wife, will be caught in the middle of this. It could affect your relationship with your brother. And your parents. Won’t they object if we’re not married?

“In the past, I’ve caught bits and pieces of conversations that lead me to believe my parents lived together for two or three months before they married. If this is true, they won’t have any justification to criticize us. Besides, they’ve been married over thirty-five years. Their marriage must have taken hold despite living together.”

“I don’t know if I can do this. I’m going to be so embarrassed. You better give me all your support,” Jan said. For the next three days, they lived as workers during by day and as lovers by night. Jan pointed out that they may be surprised because this was her fertile time.

Thursday night, they decided to sleep in the upstairs bedroom that would be theirs during the vacation season. Lying in bed, Jan kissed Mark and reminded him that tomorrow they were to pick up her daughters. She then threw the covers off, pushed Mark onto his back and quickly mounted him with her pussy in his face. Mark was becoming erect, and he put his arms around her lower back, pulling her pussy tightly to his mouth. Jan grabbed his cock and started licking around the head, paying particular attention to the sensitive underneath area and the small slit at the tip which was already profusely leaking semen.

She slipped her lips over the head and made circles around it with her tongue, as she massaged the shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. She started taking him into her mouth, sliding her head up and down his shaft until she hit the back of her throat. She had hoped to engulf his entire shaft, but that was not to be. It was just too big. Mark was running his tongue along the length of her slit. He stopped at her clitoris where he licked and sucked it, then he stopped at her opening where he licked her insides, then he stopped at her perineum where he licked her fluids away. They continued until both were bucking and contorting uncontrollably and writhing in the others grasp. She lifted her head from Mark’s cock. She had to scream, and the scream subsided quickly into grunts as she again took Mark into her mouth. Mark felt his cock become rigid as her legs stiffened and Jan’s ass clinched to grip his tongue. His cock erupted, and a gusher of semen was shot into her mouth. She started swallowing and continued as her ass continued to pump his tongue and his cock shot streams of semen down her throat.

As they lay next to each other, Mark said, “You have skills that I didn’t know you had.”

“Why, was I good? Did I please you?

“I can’t describe how good that was. It was fantastic,” Mark said.

“I’ve never done that before. I’ve never engaged in oral sex before we did it. The first time for me was with you Saturday night.”

“Where did you learn the technique then?” Mark asked.

“From the other women in the family. Don’t you know that sex is a favorite conversation subject with women? You certainly don’t believe that cooking is the only thing being discussed in the kitchen, do you?”

Mark pushed Jan onto her back and she immediately spread her legs. The previous brief conversation had made him hard again, and his cock slipped into her with no resistance at all. Fluids were pouring in a stream from her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he started sucking her nipples. She squeezed with her legs and Mark could feel her heels on his anus. He elevated his upper body by placing his hands near her shoulders with arms extended, and he started stroking being careful that the upper side of his shaft was always in contact with her clitoris. The fluids in her pussy were making a squishing sound each time Mark inserted or withdrew his cock which was getting bigger and harder with each stroke. Jan was contorting, but she didn’t want to move any part of her body except her pelvis. She wanted to maintain the pressure on her clitoris. She raised her legs further, and wrapped them tightly around Mark’s waist, and she extended her arms gripping the bed sheet in her fists for stability.