Disclaimers: This story could also be suited for the Romance or Mature Category, so all my readers can decide if I put it in the correct category. As with almost all my stories, this is entirely a work of fiction. Each and every person engaging in anything close to sex is at least 18 years of age. Some are considerably older.
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I’m sitting in the living room of my house, having just finished the very sad get together following the funeral of my wife of nearly twenty-six years. My son, Charlie, his pregnant wife and their two year old son just left My daughter, Carol, and her new husband also left.
The very close friends and other relatives left, too, leaving me with a very quiet house full of memories. Living in this house for twenty-five years, with the love of my life, thinking we had so many more years together. I guess cancer didn’t read the script we had written.
My name is Hal Gold. I just celebrated my 50th birthday, the final event my wife, Susan and I shared together, in much happier times. She missed her own 50th by two months, having fought her liver cancer for just over a year.
How in the Hell was I supposed to carry on, trying to smile, knowing my heart had been ripped right out of my chest. My participation in my law practice would be put on hold until I could go to work and not break down seeing the office down the hall from mine, where Susan sat for nearly the same amount of time I did. You see, she was my office manager. My scheduler. The one who kept all my clients in order. In a word, she was my rock.
We met in college. I was a Junior, majoring in Criminal Justice, and she was majoring in Business. Neither of us belonged to a fraternity or sorority, and both lived at home.
We started as just study partners, both on the quiet side, with me on the small side, just over 5’8″ and maybe tipping the scales at 145 or 150. My Susan was a shade over 5’2″ and couldn’t have weighed an ounce over 115.
After studying together for nearly six months, we started finishing our studies by kissing. At first, very cautiously, but soon we became more adventurous.
Our adventures soon were taking place at her parents house, or mine, whichever was empty at the times we were most horny. I just couldn’t get enough of her compact, tiny body. Her A cup boobs fit nicely in my mouth, and she had the ability to achieve multiple orgasms with just my licking and fingering her still virginal pussy.
She became very good at taking my solid, nearly six inches in her mouth, and with my fingers in her, we both had multiple orgasms, on several occasions. To say were learning as we went was an understatement. We were both twenty-one year old virgins, finding out just how much we were falling in love with each other.
After at least a half dozen sessions on her bed, or mine, we finally decided to move to the next step. We had talked about fucking, so finally, one bright afternoon, I produced a condom, moved her onto her back, and very tenderly moved between her thighs.
If we thought our oral love making was fantastic, our first time fucking had us both seeing stars. Just holding each other, and saying how much we loved each other, and nearly immediately started in for a second time.
We both knew our next step was talking with both sets of parents about a wedding, which we both knew was imminent.
With my parents, Joe and Grace, and hers, Bill and Shirley, getting together one Sunday evening, we started by telling them how much in love we were.
It was both mothers who said they were wondering if we thought they didn’t know what was going on, as whichever bedroom we were using reeked of sex, so they were both overjoyed at this finally being out in the open.
“Now we can start planning a wedding,” Shirley said with a grin and a wink.
Our wedding took place two weeks after we both graduated. I had been accepted into law school at the U of W, and Susan had a job working in her dad’s business, learning how to run an office.
Going into my final year of law school, we started thinking about children. Actually, we’d been thinking about them since the day we were married.
We kept up our rigorous practice, with Susan stopping her pills, and us looking for a bigger apartment.
Just as I was about to sit for the Bar Exam, we found out we were going to be parents. When we found out we were going to be parents, the Bar Exam came in a distant second.
Getting set up in a small firm, I was learning all I could about every phase of the law, not sure of what I wanted to specialize in. The one thing I knew I wasn’t going to do was anything to do with divorce. No way.
We were all sitting down for Shabbat dinner, when Susan looked at all of us and said, “It’s time!”
Off we went to greet our son, and both sides of the family’s first grandson. Yes, we knew it was a boy, and we knew he would be Charles Henry Gold.
After nearly two long hours of labor, he finally made his appearance. The absolute best looking baby ever born. Am I showing my bias? You bet.
We just couldn’t stop staring at this little bundle of joy letting the world know he was cold but finally free of the confines of mommy’s womb.
Putting Charlie, never Chuck, in Susan’s arms, we both just could contain our happiness. Both sets of parents were waiting to see their newest grandson.
Getting our family settled at home, the following afternoon, we just knew how fulfilling he made our life.
It seemed as if time was flying by. Charlie was just starting to walk, when we decided he needed a sibling. It didn’t take much convincing for Susan to stop her birth control. As we redoubled our efforts, in just over eight weeks, we were heading back to her Doctor’s office. Not only did we learn number two was on the way, we found our we were having a daughter.
We just couldn’t have planned this any better. When we started talking about kids, we hoped for one of each, knowing we’d take anything we were given.
By the time Carol was ready to make her appearance, Charlie was walking all over the place, and talking a blue streak. He was sort of aware what was happening, but he thought mommy would deliver a ready made playmate. When the grandparents brought him in to meet his sister, he looked around expecting to see someone his own size.
Getting our routine going was much easier with the second child, than the first.
It didn’t take us all that long before our kids were starting school. With my law practice booming, and Susan keeping my office running like a well oiled machine, plus a fantastic sex life, we couldn’t have been happier.
With our kids nearing high school, and my practice still booming, we finally started taking great vacations. We went to both Disneyland and Disneyworld. We went to Hawaii a couple of times. Probably our favorite vacation was our Panama Canal cruise that started in Florida a few days before Christmas, and ended in Los Angeles on the 2nd of January.
All four of us had the best time we ever could have imagined. It wasn’t more than two years later that Charlie met the girl he eventually married. Becky Morgan just seemed to be a perfect match. We knew as soon as we met her, this was going to be a great marriage.
Just after they both graduated, and Charlie started law school, Carol, in her third year of college started dating a young man who she was reluctant to bring home, at first. Not putting any pressure on her, we knew she was bringing him to her brother’s wedding.
At the rehearsal dinner, we got a bit of a surprise. In walks our daughter with her boyfriend, Sean O’Malley. Not that we are anti-Irish, but we were more than certain that Sean O’Malley was not Jewish.
We were not against this, because we were sure it wouldn’t last. Both our parents were none too happy, but we cautioned them from saying anything that would push her away from our family, and closer to her new boyfriend.
During the reception, we did get to meet Sean and discovered a very pleasant young man. He was going to graduate college with a degree in secondary education, as he wanted to be a high school teacher.
After the wedding, it was just under a year when our son announced we were going to be grandparents.
We all celebrated the birth of our first grandson, Robert, and we were warned about spoiling him, but as first time grandparents, we felt it was our job to spoil any and all grandchildren.
Just before Robbie was turning a year old, we were hit with the news about my Susan’s health. She hadn’t been feeling well, and after extensive tests, her liver cancer diagnosis hit us all like a ton of bricks.
As a family, we all gathered to talk about this, and how we would go forth. Susan let it be known that she would try one round of chemo, and if it didn’t show marked improvement, we’d meet and discuss it, again.
After her first round of chemo, which literally tore her apart, we met again, as a family, after our trip to the Oncologist.
Both our kids could see that mom wasn’t doing well. Yes, she lost her hair, but a nice head scarf covered that up. It was the ashen color of her skin and the yellowish eyes that gave her condition away.
Both sets of parents, along with our kids, and yes, Sean and Carol were becoming more than serious, gathered to get our latest update.
After playing with our grandson for a few minutes, Susan started to talk.
“First and foremost, I don’t want anyone to stop their lives. I’m certain of my fate, and Hal and I have talked this out at great length. The Doctors have all done the very best they could, so we’ve decided that I’m not going through another round of that terrible chemo.”
Taking a few breaths, we all could see just how exhausting this was.
We all took turns saying a few words, with all of us keeping our comments on the light side.
Just when we were starting to get way too serious, Robbie came running back into the living room, giving all of us the emotional break that was needed.
When it came to Carol and Sean, it was Sean who looked Susan and me in the eyes and asked us for our permission to marry Carol.
As we looked at each other, Carol told us it would be a small, private gathering, sooner rather than later.
“Are you pregnant?” my wife asked.
“No, nothing like that, mom,” she added.
“Its fine by both of us, but it might not be too small,” I said with a huge grin.
I had spent her entire life dreaming of walking my baby girl down the aisle, in our synagogue. We had already thought this might happen and our Rabbi had agreed to perform the wedding.
What we didn’t know, was they both had many talks with our Rabbi, letting him get to know our future son-in-law. Even though Sean told us he wasn’t going through the entire conversion process, he was doing quite a bit of studying.
“I guess we should meet your parents, Sean, and find out a little about them.”
“OK, but I should tell you they aren’t too thrilled that I’m not marrying another Irish Catholic. But they’ve met Carol and she’s won them over. And just so you know, both of my parents have had bouts with cancer, so they know what you’re going through, Mrs. Gold.”
“Stop right there, Sean, you don’t have to call me mom, but I won’t have you calling me Mrs. Gold, again,” she said with a mile wide grin.
She got off the sofa and gave Sean a hug and whispered, “welcome to our family.”
We had our huge family dinner, where the conversation was kept to the upcoming wedding, and not a word about Susan’s health.
The following weekend Sean had us to his parents house for dinner. Susan had just started wearing a very stylish short hair wig, and with a bit of makeup, looked terrific, considering.
Meeting Liam and Erin for the first time turned out to go better than expected. They knew we didn’t keep strictly kosher, but knew some of the things we didn’t eat.
All during dinner we talked about everything except Susan’s health. Many details of the wedding we discussed, along with the necessity of how soon it would take place.
The big day was upon us, faster than we imagined. I was absolutely beaming walking my daughter down the aisle. Charlie walked his mother down the aisle, before taking his place with the groomsmen.
The ceremony went perfectly. The Rabbi added an extra prayer for Susan’s health, and Sean did break the ceremonial glass at the end.
At the reception, everyone had a fantastic time. Susan and I actually danced a couple of times, as well as Sean dancing with her, too.
I couldn’t have wished for a better wedding and reception, if I wanted. Yes, it tired my wife out, tremendously, but she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Just five weeks later, our lives were turned upside down, with Susan’s body just shutting down. We had long since had a medical directive stating no extraordinary methods were to be used, so when we went to the Hospice, everything was in place.
In just under two days, she closed her eyes. Even with having a full year to prepare for this, it nearly crushed the life out of me, too.
With her passing on a Friday morning, the funeral was held on Sunday.
With an enormous crowd on hand, she had a wonderful, if not sorrowful sendoff.
Back to where this story started, I was left by myself, after sending my kids home.
Just a few days later, Charlie and Becky asked to come over. Enjoying a little peace and quiet, and letting Robbie run around like two year olds do, we had a nice, quiet dinner.
Just as we finished dinner, Sean and Carol showed up, with a look on both faces that gave away any surprise they might have had.
I let Becky go first.
“We know we’re having a girl, so, with your approval, we want her name to start with an S, for ‘Mom’, if that’s OK”
All I could do was nod my head, in agreement. Its tradition in the Jewish religion to name a child after a deceased relative, using just the first letter of their name.
After some lighter conversation, I looked at my daughter, asking what I knew in my heart was more good news.
“Daddy, I’m just over three months along, with a boy!”
Wow, two more grandchildren. This was just the news we all needed.
For all of you wondering about my choice of title and catagory, as the late Paul Harvey used to say, “Now, you will hear the rest of the story.”
For years, my dad had kept the house he grew up in, and had the same family renting it for just over twenty five years. This house was at least 80 to 85 years old, at least four bedrooms, and located in what has always been called the Central Area.
In Seattle, that meant the most racially mixed neighborhood for nearly a century.
The Wilson family, who’ve lived there for these past twenty-five years, were black, and the dearest family you’re ever going to meet. Alton and Gina Wilson were as good as they come. Alton was a mail carrier for years, who just happened to have passed away, a few years before my Susan did, and Gina worked as a secretary and librarian at Garfield High School, where both my parents families attended.
Together, they raised four children in this house, and for the past few years, my dad has let a property manager control the house. Everything, except the rent, that dad controlled, and kept to a minimum.
Just so you get how this property manager was thought of, my mother always referred to him as ‘the goniff’, someone who has his hands in your pockets.
I got a phone call from mom one afternoon at my office, telling me ‘the goniff’ was trying to sell this house! What the hell, I thought, dad still owns it.
I knew right away what needed to be done.
I met with my dad. Did some necessary paperwork, then went to the property manager’s office.
As luck would have it, he was starting to negotiate the sale of a house he didn’t own.
I didn’t wait for his secretary to let me in, I just barged right in.
“Hey, you can’t just come in here, uninvited!”
“And you can’t sell a house you don’t own,” I yelled.
“Let’s all calm down and discuss this like gentlemen.”
“Nothing to discuss you thief, my dad and I still own that house, and, oh by the way, you’re fired!”
I looked at the prospective buyer, who was more than a little shaken, and told him he should be more selective with whom he does business with.
That Sunday, my parents, kids and grandkids all paid the Wilson house a visit.
Gina greeted us at the door, and made quite a fuss with entire family. Three of her four kids were there, along with five grandchildren of her own. Robbie just ran up to the group and started jabbering his mile a minute style, not even noticing they weren’t white, like he was. To him, they were all just kids.
Dad started by telling Gina what great renters they had been all these years, but it was time to make a change.
She just looked at us, with a very shocked expression on her face.
I took some papers out of my briefcase, and told her and her family they were now the new owners of this house.
“Oh, you know I can’t afford to buy this house, you guys.”
“Gina, I did some checking and do you know that you and Alton have lived here long enough to have bought it? So what I had Hal do is add some verbiage to our original rental agreement to make it a rent to own matter. Mazel Tov, Gina, you own this house!”
“Well, as soon as you sign some papers and I file them, tomorrow,” I added.
After all the kids looked the papers over and convinced her it was on the up and up, we just sat there talking like the longtime friends we were.
The entire Wilson family couldn’t thank us enough.
We all went back to my house for a long overdue family dinner.
As we were waiting for our dinner to be delivered, mom, Carol and Becky sort of cornered me in the kitchen.
“You know, dad, you and Gina should see each other,” Carol said, “I’m sure mom wouldn’t mind.”
“Are you three nuts? She’s got to be at least ten years older than me. And, and.”
“Dad, don’t you dare say she’s black, and use that as a reason.”
I stopped and let this all sink in, just as our enormous amount of food arrived. All during dinner, I was quite, just listening to the chatter.
After dinner, the guys then cornered me. Dad, Charlie and Sean all telling me the same thing.
“Hal, you let your daughter bring this Irish Catholic into your family, so I know how tolerant you are,” Sean said.
“OK, OK, let me consider this. She’s much older, nearly as tall as I am, and as opposite in size as possible as Susan was.”
Gina was actually a bit taller than me, and on the pleasingly plump side. Huge chest, but the nicest smile in the neighborhood.
Before I could finish my thinking, the following week, I got a call at work, from Gina, telling me she is retiring from Garfield High, and she would be given a sendoff party the following Saturday, and would I like to be her guest.
“Do you mean like a date?”
“Well, Hal, would you like it to be a date?”
“What time is the party, and I’ll pick you up, OK?”
“2:00 PM, but they want me there early. Oh, your entire family is invited, too.”
Holy crap, I’m taking a friend to her own retirement party, and both hers and my families will be there. I started to think, is there anything to this, or is it just my mind wondering.
Saturday finally rolled around, and here I was walking up the stairs of my grandparents old house that my dad and I had given to our longtime renters.
I could hear a lot of activity inside, and before I could ring the doorbell, one of Gina’s grandchildren opened the door, grinning, and welcoming me inside.
All four of her kids, plus spouses and all seven of her grandchildren were gathered in the livingroom. When she came out of her bedroom, I had to stop and stare. She looked amazing. Wearing a dark blue, just below the knee dress, with a single strand of pearls.
“You look like a true guest of honor, Gina,” I said, with a smile. I did have to give some additional thought about what my family told me.
The party was amazing. Over two hundred people of all ages and races, former students, community leaders, not to mention both of our families.
As things were winding down, and most of the people had left, Gina took hold of both my hands and thanked me, profusely for being her date.
When I took her back to her house, once inside she looked me in the eye and said, “I can’t tell you how many of my friends thought we looked like the ideal couple, today.”
“Is that what you want, Gina?”
“I’m not entirely sure, but I’d like to see if it’s possible. I do realize all our differences. Age. Race. Age,” this time she had her brightest smile, while still holding my hands.
I leaned over and gave her a very soft kiss on the lips. Then another. And for good measure, one more, this time giving her behind a squeeze with both hands.
As our kissing became more intense, my manhood started to respond. Her eyes flew open as she felt my cock just above the area it wanted to enter.
“Harold Jay Gold, is that your package pressing against me?”
I must have turned a dozen shades of red. I also noticed she didn’t move away from me.
“Yes,” I whispered, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“What next, Hal?”
” I think that’s up to you, Gina.”
I felt her hand touching the bulge in my pants, as we made our way to the master bedroom, at the top of the stairs.
As we entered her bedroom, she froze, holding onto my body with a vice like grip.
“I’m not sure I can do this, Hal,” she said, nearly in tears.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“To be truthful, I’m not sure.”
I started to leave, but she didn’t loosen her grip. Looking her in her eyes, I told her I couldn’t leave with her holding me so tightly.
“Just so you know, I haven’t been with a man not named Alton Wilson for around forty years, and no man in nearly five. So this is a major decision, for me.”
“I’ll just go home,” I whispered in her ear.
“OK, if that’s what you want.”
I took her face in both hands and kissed her as sensually as I knew how. My hands were holding onto her behind, pushing her against my growing bulge.
“That snake in your pants seems to say otherwise, Hal.”
I just started lowering the zipper on her dress, and eased it off her shoulders. Kneeling down, I held each leg off the ground moving the dress to one side.
Standing back up, looking at the largest pair of breasts I’d ever seen, I just lowered my head, kissing the tops of each breast. Moving my mouth down to each engorged nipple, causing them to nearly burst through her bra, and hearing her breathing quicken.
I reached behind her to unhook her bra. Letting it fall to the ground, exposing her more than ample breasts. Leaning forward, taking one very large, thick nipple in my mouth, it grew and hardened under my attention.
Looking her in the eyes, again, I whispered in her ear that I just might want to stay a while longer. Removing my clothes, and lowering her panties, we moved to her bed.
Laying down next to each other, I moved onto my side, taking one nipple in my mouth, and the other in one hand. It was very evident by the moaning, that I was on the right track.
As I worked my way back up to kissing her mouth, I rolled her onto her back, and moved between her opened thighs.
“Go slow, please,” she gasped.
Taking my rock hard manhood and rubbing the head up and down her slit, I eased my way inside. She grabbed two hands full of my back, gripping me hard enough to nearly draw blood.
Going without for so long, I knew this was going to be a sprint, not a marathon. After a few minutes, I blasted a long pent up load, deep inside her, and had trouble catching my breath.
“Jesus, Hal, I almost forgot how messy something so sexy could be!”
Rolling off, allowing for some necessary cleanup, we returned to bed, just staring at each other.
Smiling at each other, she grinned and told me, she hoped that wasn’t the end for the day.
Grinning right back, I gave her another very soft kiss, while holding one still engorged nipple. Kissing my way down to the other nipple, I felt her body start to respond.
As my kisses reached her tummy and started down further, I heard her mumble something about if I was sure of where I was going.
Instead of a verbal answer, my tongue touched the very spot my cock had been, just a few minutes beforehand. I couldn’t believe how hard her body shook when I licked up and down her entire slit.
When I lightly sucked on her clit, she screamed so loud, I thought the entire neighborhood could hear her. Moving my entire mouth up and down her sex, being rewarded with both very loud moans and a soaking of sex juices, I moved between her thighs, entering her pleasure zone.
Holding me as tightly as possible, we continued through at least three or more orgasms for her, before I exploded deep inside her pussy.
“Oh, my God, fuck me gently,” she breathed.
“Anything you want, my dear Gina,” I replied, catching my breath.
Laying on our sides, just looking at each other, neither of us said a word for more than a few minutes.
“Do you think my friends were correct in saying we make a cute couple?”
“Absolutely adorable,” I responded.
“Do you think this could go somewhere other than in bed?”
“Yes, I think I’d like that, and let me tell you both my kids think this a good thing, too.”
After a very nice couples shower, we were sitting in her living room, dressed, when her two youngest kids, both girls, came by, with three of her grandchildren.
Both girls, plus their husbands were all school teachers, doing well, but with Seattle’s extremely high cost of living, couldn’t afford to buy a house, either couple. This had them all thinking about moving to a suburban school district, where they just might be able to afford their own houses.
Gina leaned over and started whispering in my ear. Everything she was saying were things I had already started thinking about ever since her retirement party.
“OK, girls, let me finish before any of you answer. Just so you know, Hal and I are seriously considering moving in together. If and when that happens, what I’m proposing is both your families move in here.”
You could have heard a pin drop.
“Seriously, mom?” Alana, the youngest said.
“I wouldn’t have offered if we weren’t serious.”
“You know, mom, people just might start calling you a cougar, grabbing such a young hunk,” Aretha said.
“Girls, he isn’t THAT much younger than me,” she replied, grinning ear to ear. My face was four shades of red.
When her family left, I looked at her to make sure this moving in together business was for real. I knew my family was all for it, and I’m now assuming hers was, too.
Taking my hands in hers, I mumbled something along the lines of, when should we do this, meaning move in together.
“Let’s just enjoy the moment, and talk later, OK?”
“Fine by me.”
Over the next few weeks, we made all the necessary changes so Gina could move in with me. Yes, I was fully aware of all the ramifications, of her being a bit (just over 10 years) older than me. The racial difference didn’t bother either of our families, and my former in-laws weren’t bothered by our living together.
There was one huge laughable moment at one of our family dinners. Now mind you, with her four married kids, plus seven grandchildren, and my two married kids with three grandchildren, we took up a lot of space. Somehow, we managed. The laughter? Just before sitting down to dinner, one of her older grandkids, just about seven years old, says, “grammy and papa, are you going to have more children?”
I thought every adult there was going to choke! It was a good thing we didn’t have food in our mouths. It was Gina who told the parents they could explain that answer, back at their houses.
Getting settled into a very nice routine, with me cutting back my workload, and Gina volunteering at the local elementary school, we finally started talking about if we should get married, or not.
Gina had been a widow for going on six years, and I was just shy of the one year mark of Susan’s passing.
One night after a very lengthy love making session, Gina looked at me and told me if we did get married, she made it perfectly clear, she wasn’t doing that for my money.
This really got me thinking. I had long ago started college funds for any and all future grandkids, so I quietly asked her if I could do the same for all of hers.
After some more lengthy conversation, we agreed to let her kids decide for themselves.
At our next Wilson family get together, this was discussed, at length. I did field all their questions, including the one that asked if I was trying to buy their affection.
When I answered that I wasn’t, that I was just trying to make all their lives a bit easier, and I told all of them that with the way I would set up the accounts, each one would be drawing interest for many years, since their oldest was just turning eight years old. After more than a few questions, they all told me they would discuss this among themselves and get back to me. They all did thank me for my most generous offer.
As we started planning our wedding, I had several long talks with Susan, with her telling me how much she liked my choice. Both my kids also voiced that same opinion. Yes, Susan and I talked often, with her spirit giving me the courage to carry on.
We finally made the decision to get married at Garfield High’s multipurpose room, but with my Rabbi officiating. We must have had at least two hundred guests. The room was packed.
With all our family members in our bridal party, we had groomsmen and bridesmaids to spare. All ten grandchildren were included, too.
Here were a fifty-one year old Jewish man and a sixty-two year old black lady getting married, each having lost their longtime spouse, and making their longtime friendship more than just a friendship.
Did Alton and Susan give us their warmest blessings? Yes, both of them more than approved. Did all six combined children and 10 grandchildren approve? You bet. All the grandchildren had more built in playmates. None of them even noticed they weren’t all the same color.
I started winding down my participation in the law firm I’d built, over the years. With only one of my kids, Charlie, going into law, I knew he would keep the firm running with the same prospective I’d started, years before.
Who knows if any of our grandchildren will follow in the legal profession? Neither Gina nor I would ever push them in that direction. We both made the conscious decision to let them do what they felt was best for them. We let it be known that any time they had a question, we’d be here to answer, and advise.
We both talked about taking vacations, to places she had only dreamed about. Just a few months after our wedding, we started planning what we wanted for our first anniversary.
It was an idea I thought of at our first, very large, very noisy family dinner. I started researching places to rent, that would accommodate the entire family. My two kids, plus four grandchildren. Her four kids plus seven grandchildren. Yes, a total of twenty-five people. When I told my wife what I was thinking, she looked at me like I had rocks in my head.
I showed her some of my preliminary research, and told her it would take some advance planning. We did tell our kids what we were planning, to make sure they were on board.
Each and everyone of them thought it was a great idea, but wouldn’t tell any of their kids until it was very close to departure.
I had found the ideal place. A resort on Oahu, just about ten miles from downtown Honolulu. There were seven cabanas, so every family would have their privacy. There was a huge meeting room, with a full kitchen, that came with a chef, if needed.
I also found a thirty passenger coach, with a driver/tour guide. Oh, yes, I did find flights to and from Seattle with the needed seats. Not all together, but each family together.
Plans were starting to come together. We would go around Christmas through New Year’s Day. We told each family to start looking for things to do and to talk among themselves so we could start making any necessary reservations.
As our gigantic vacation was nearing, most of the grandchildren had had swimming lessons. I just couldn’t believe how our planning was coming together.
On the day of our departure, we all met at the airport, filling the waiting area of Hawaiian Airlines, and adjusting to the stares of our fellow passengers. Our flight over was mostly uneventful, with some very minor squabbles.
Our coach and driver picked us up and delivered us to our resort. We did get everyone settled and met back on the beach, just to relax. All the grandchildren were running up and down the beach, each watching out for each other.
Gina and I just sat back enjoying this scene.
“Do you think they’re watching all of us?”
“Yes, and approving of everything they see.”
It was later that night, cuddling in bed, when I started getting hard, as usual, and raised the thin nightgown Gina was wearing. Rubbing my sex against her panty covered backside, I gently lowered her panties. Leaning back and finding my hidden lube, wetting a finger, or two, I very gently put one finger slowly into her behind.
“What are you doing, you deviant?”
“What do you think?” as my finger was buried deep in her tush.
“I’ll give you about an hour to knock that off, you pervert.”
With that encouragement, I lubed up my cock and replaced my finger with it. Slowly, passed her sphincter, and holding onto one breast started my slow rhythmic motion.
“Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!! Keep going, you perverted deviant!”
With one hand moving between her legs, rubbing her engorged clit, I hoped her moans wouldn’t carry to the other cabanas.
This new but very exciting adventure brought us both to the greatest climax either of us had experienced.
Yes, at her insistence, I didn’t finish inside, but both of us were literally wiped out.
After our clean up, we were laying back in bed, with her head on my shoulder, when she asked what made me decide to do ‘that’ after all our time together.
“I’m not entirely sure, but I hope it won’t be the last time.”
After a very restful night sleep, we all met in our communal dining room. Her kids took her aside, and I sensed we just might have been a bit too loud.
As this was going on, my kids cornered me and asked just about the same thing.
“Dad, do you realize how loud you two were, last night?” my daughter asked.
Blushing like a school kid, I just shrugged my shoulders and grinned.
My daughter-in-law smirked and told my daughter, “see, I told you that’d be his response.”
Both my son and son-in-law just grinned, hoping they’d get that lucky.
For the rest of that day, we sort of kept a low profile. Every so often, we would just glance at each other and break out with these silly grins.
We had planned the next day to spend the entire day at the Polynesian Cultural Center, the number one visitor site on Oahu. This center has exhibits and shows from each of the countries that make up Polynesia.
Each show was fabulous, along with the best tasting, most refreshing ice cream. Each one of us had a dish which helped us tolerate the heat and humidity we were experiencing.
Our next day was spent touring Pearl Harbor. Nothing I say here, can express the magnitude of history we adults felt viewing the resting place of the USS Arizona.
We also took our bus to ‘The North Shore’ the more artsy section of Oahu. This is also the surfing center of Hawaii. We watched some very good surfers, and all agreed we’d keep our distance and just watch, and not participate.
In the next few days, our daughters and daughters-in-law went shopping. Along the main street of Honolulu, the shops resemble those of Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills.
We made sure to visit as many of the tourist spots as possible on the island. All of us enjoyed every single adventure we encountered. We were amazed how the Hawaiian people decorated for Christmas. With most of the grandchildren sleeping, we rang in the New Year.
On our flight home, I began thinking if there was anything that could top this vacation. As if my wife was reading my mind, she quietly told me the entire family would love me, no matter where we took future vacations.
Getting back into our routine, none of our kids became pregnant, but all of them told us how much they enjoyed their time in Hawaii.
As I started easing back on my work load, with Charlie moving up in my firm, I knew it would be in good hands for years to come.
Our relationship continued to blossom, as we planned spending as much time as possible giving back to our community.
This ends my little story of being not only lucky enough to have one amazing marriage, but a second one after tragedy ended the first.
Not only did I find a love completely different than my first, but added a huge second family, to boot. To say how truly blessed I’ve been in the understatement of the decade.