Eva

Note to my readers: I seem to have mixed up the timeline in this story a bit. Because I skipped ahead in years to keep the story flowing, I mixed up my years a little. So, because I don’t want to go into 20K word stories that are already published and tweak things around and then resubmit them for review, I’m going to cheat a little. So here’s where we are. Connor is going to Annapolis in 2000, class of 2004, and he’s 17 at the time. That makes Rachel 7, going into third grade, a year ahead, like her brother, skipping a year. In 2000, Eva and Jon are 39 and have been married twenty years in February. They’ve worked at Wayne Day School for nine years, going into their tenth year in September, the final on their contract. We pick up the story in February of 2000, Connor’s Senior year. I’m sorry for any confusion and I promise to be more careful in the future. Thanks, and enjoy!

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It was mid-February, that special time of year for us, the confluence of Valentine’s Day, Eva’s birthday two days later, and our anniversary the day after that. A very special anniversary, our 20th. Twenty years of real wedded bliss. The 17th, our anniversary, was a Thursday that year. Eva’s parents were driving down Friday afternoon to spend the weekend with us. We were planning to go to dinner with them, Cammy and a man she was seeing, and some friends at Larry and Patty’s steak house. A nice, smallish party, about sixteen people.

Eva and I had agreed instead of gifts each of the days (two for me from her and three for her from me) we’d do the One Big Gift for each other for the first and only time. The kids and I cheated on Valentine’s Day. I gave Connor money to go into town after school and get a dozen roses for me and he and Rachel chipped in to get another dozen from them. Rachel saved her birthday and Chanukah money over the years and she had a small stash of cash besides the bulk of her money in a bank account. She was a saver by her nature.

When we gave her the flowers, Eva of course hugged and kissed our children and thanked them, but she tried to give me a stern look for breaking our deal. “Jon, we agreed, no gifts today or Wednesday.”

“Connor and Rachel wanted to get you flowers. I couldn’t let them make me look bad, could I?” I said with a sly smile. “Besides, you deserved these today of all days. Our twentieth Valentine’s day. I had to, Angel. I love you so much, and more and more every single day. Oh, and I sent your mom roses from all of us the other day.”

“I sure as hell can’t be mad at you for this.” Eva kissed me, a long, slightly sexy kiss, as sexy as she could with our kids nearby. “Thanks for thinking of my mother. And just wait for tonight. I’ll make it up to you. And by the way, I’m crazy in love with you too, Bear. The best husband imaginable.” She didn’t lie; we had a great time that night once we were alone.

Thursday night we went out for our anniversary and Eva’s birthday, alone. Connor watched Rachel for us; they would be with us Saturday night when we all went out. This was the night for us to be by ourselves. We even took off Friday so we could make a real night of it.

Over cocktails and a fine French dinner of duck (Eva) and braised veal shank (me) we talked about our twenty years together. How lucky we had been overall. Every marriage has it’s ebb and flow, its good years and tough ones. So we heard. But we both agreed there were very few bad times in our shared life. We knew couples who barely talked to each other. Who barely tolerated each other. Who stopped being intimate with each other. Not us. We were closer then than we were at the beginning. More in love with each other. And we still desired each other. All the time. Not just on special occasions. All the time.

Before we exchanged gifts over dessert, we held hands across the table, and the candle was glowing in Eva’s eyes. She was still the most beautiful woman I knew, even more beautiful than when we started dating at `eighteen. She was aging like a great wine. I asked her “Angel, if you could change one thing about our lives, anything at all, what would it be?”

“I really don’t like those kind of games, because you can’t change the past, Bear. But I guess if we could go back and change something, it would be to have had Rachel sooner and to have had at least one more child. One more of your children, my loving Bear. I would have loved to have another of your children. Maybe even two.” She smiled, a little bit wistful. Our fingers were dancing together on the table. “What about you? What would you change?”

“You won’t believe this, but I was going to say the very same thing. I wish we had more children. The two we have remind me of you. They’re so smart and beautiful. And they both have these huge hearts that could have only come from our love for each other. I wish we had been able to have one or two more of YOUR children.”

We cried softly together, not caring who saw us. Our fingers tightened, holding on as if for our lives. Then I told her “But I don’t regret that we didn’t take that chance. Because I never would have wanted to risk losing you, my love, my life. We took that chance to have Rachel. But trying for more would have just pushed our luck. Losing you would have been like losing everything I am. I couldn’t have raised our children without you. So yeah, I would have loved two more children. But not at the risk of losing you.”

Eva was silent, unable to answer. me. Finally she said “Bear, forget dessert. Get it to go and take me home. We’ll exchange gifts there. I want to be alone with you and love you all night, or as long as we can.” I apologized to our waiter who gladly packed our desserts to go. We spent the rest of the night loving each other until the wee hours of the morning. Oh, and we exchanged our gifts around 2 in the morning. I got a gold Rolex, engraved ‘For my Bear, my love and my life, Love, your Angel’, and I gave Eva a platinum ring for her right hand, with five small emeralds in a circle, one for each of the most special people in her life, all surrounding a diamond, representing our love for each other. We cried softly as we kissed and made love another time. it was that kind of night.

Two nights later, Saturday night, with Eva’s parents and Cammy and Lee (her date), we headed to Penn Prime, the restaurant, but instead of the sixteen total we expected, there were about 40 people, a semi-surprise party for us, including Eva’s brothers and their families, and Aunt Annette and Uncle Phil. They were all spending the night afterwards at The Wayne Hotel. It had all been put together by her parent’s, and it was touching and fun, our family and our friends. Eva and I drank a little too much, but it was our party, and it was another great memory, with lots of pictures taken for our latest scrapbook. We had a couple of dozen of them, filled with our pictures, our memories, from twenty years of our lives.

That night in bed, buzzing along nicely but not actually drunk, we were kissing romantically. We were kind of tired for sex, but we still were feeling the desire to just cuddle and kiss. Eva touched my chest and said “Hey, Bear, do you realize we’ve been together for over half our lives? We’re together for more years than we were alive before we started this life.”

“Well, after twenty years, I think your warranty is over. I should trade you in on a new model, perhaps a nice twenty five year old redhead. Or two twenty year old brunettes.” I smiled lovingly at her and she spanked me playfully.

“You couldn’t keep up with a twenty five year old, let alone two twenty year olds! Your wheels would fall off your axel!”

I kissed her neck and we giggled together. “Are you suggesting I’m past my prime? That’s a serious challenge to my abilities as a lover!”

“It’s a scientific fact that men hit their prime when they’re about 25. It’s all downhill from there. Women, on the other hand, reach their sexual prime in their late thirties. So maybe I’m the one who should be looking to trade YOU in. I’ve had my eye on the new mechanic at our service station” Eva chuckled as I kept nibbling on her shoulder.

“Sure. go for the sweaty, muscular macho guy. Just get me my walker and wheelchair first. According to you, I’m on the way to the boneyard anyways.”

“Not a chance, Bear. Never. I love you way too much. Way, way too much.” She toyed with my now thinning hair with patches of grey on the sides. Not a lot, but they were there.

“Hmm just what I was thinking about you. I love you way too much to ever think about another woman. I love our life together, Angel. I love what we’ve built together, a loving life with great kids. Good careers. A great future. And we’re not even forty yet. We still have a lot of years ahead of us.” We kissed with love, over and over.

“Bear, I was wondering the other day…. we haven’t heard anything from the trustees (the board of directors changed their title to a Board of Trustees) about whether they want to keep us on after next year. We really need to know before the end of the school year. if they don’t want to renew our contracts, we’ll need to start looking for new jobs.”

I hadn’t thought much about it, but I saw her point. We could be let go in a year and a half. “I’d like to think we’re respected enough for them not to want to let us go. But anything is possible, I guess. If we don’t hear about it by April’s meeting, we’ll have to ask them what their plans are. I don’t want to wait to the last year before we find out we have to find a place to live and look for jobs.”

We laid there in the dark and held each other, contemplating for the first time in nine years, some uncertainty in our future. It was sobering.

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The Spring was as happy as it could be at home with Eva still unhappy with our son heading off for Annapolis. We did have Connor’s graduation coming up, but graduation was just a week before he had to report for Plebe Summer. Not a lot of time to celebrate. He was in the top three of his class, which put Eva and I in a conundrum. By grades and SAT scores, any two of the three students, Connor, Ann Marie Selwyn and Warren Keller III, would have made the top two. We didn’t want to give even the appearance of tilting the scales in our son’s favor, but we didn’t want him excluded because he was the son of the principals. The only thing we could do was to leave it up to the three assistant principals and to hope they’d give him a fair shake. They were going to have to take into account extracurricular activities and look at the difficulty of the three students curriculum to make their decisions. For instance, Connor was heavy with what’s now called STEM courses as opposed to taking more humanities, English, foreign languages (he spoke passable German), social studies. Eva and I had to leave it alone.

Rachel was doing incredibly well with her music studies. Her teacher, Mrs. Leone, a well respected children’s tutor, said she had perfect pitch, able to identify a note or chord after hearing it once or twice at most. She had excellent dexterity for the piano and guitar and a lovely voice. Mrs. Leone had talked to us about sending her to a month long program for July in Tanglewood, the famous music program and school in the Berkshire mountains of Massachusetts. We had to think it over carefully; Rachel was only 7, the minimum age for students.

Eva and I talked about it a number of times, and one night in late March we knew we had to come to a decision. We brought Rachel into our room and she hopped up onto our bed. “So, sweetie” Eva said, “we’ve talked to you about going to music camp for a month during the summer. Mom and I need to make a decision, and it’s mostly up to you. We know you understand that you’ll be there for a month, day and night, and you won’t see either of us during that time. You’ll be with other boys and girls studying music, swimming and doing some other summer activities, and sleeping there at night in cabins with other girls. We know you’ll have a lot of fun. I went to sleepaway camp when I was a girl and I worked there when I was a teenager. I loved it, and I think you’ll love it too. They have great teachers and counselors to look after you. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“So much! I want to go to camp and learn music all day!”

“Even though you’ll miss us? You won’t see us until the end of July. It’s four weeks, honey” Eva reinforced. “If you want this, we want you to go and have a great time. We just want you to be sure.”

“I’m sure, Mommy. I’ll miss you, and I’ll miss Daddy. And I’ll miss Connor a lot. But I want to do this. Please?”

She had this earnest look on her face. She wanted this. Eva and I looked at each other and we had one of our wordless conversations. “Ok, honey,” I told her. “We’ll send you for the month. We know you have a great talent and you love it so much. Mommy and Daddy will have to figure out something to do alone for a month.” Eva smiled at me while Rachel hugged her tight. We were going to be able to have a great time ourselves without our kids for the month of July. It wasn’t that we didn’t love our children; we adored them. But a month alone….we could have an amazing time. We even talked about it after Rachel went to sleep and Connor went to his room to study.

“Bear, I love our kids with all my heart, but I have to say, the prospect of having a month off by ourselves has got me very, very excited. We’ll have time to ourselves and, just as importantly, we could do anything we want.” She nuzzled up to my chest, kissing me through my t-shirt, giving me a clear idea as to what she meant by anything we want.

“Hey, no argument from me, though I expect we’ll cry like two idiots when they go away. But for now, thinking about where we can go has got my juices flowing.”

Eva fished around inside my shorts, a guaranteed sign she was horny. She wasn’t the only one. “Really? How ‘flowing’ are you?”

“One way to find out, my sexy wench” I said as I kissed her loving lips. We kept kissing as we rolled back and forth. It was a Wednesday night, so we couldn’t stretch things out, but we were giddily in the mood for fun. For something we hadn’t done in a while.

We got out of what little we were wearing and kissed hungrily as we touched each other between our legs. My hand rubbed Eva’s thighs as she tickled my tummy. I could feel her heat and I’m sure she could feel mine. Our touching was teasing, avoiding each others most sensitive areas deliberately, until I started kissing her tits. Her small breasts were still perfect on her body, just the right size and shape and still without sag. And her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I salivated a little at the sight and applied my wet mouth and tongue to her stiff, rubbery nubs and I sucked hard. Eva groaned out loud, then pushed me on my back and fed me her nipples as her legs went around my left thigh and she rubbed her pussy, warm and slippery, all over my upper leg. In the process, her soft, firm tummy was applying the most wonderful pressure to the underside of my cock. I was moaning as I sucked her tits which increased the sensations for her. As good as our sex life was, we hadn’t been so hot for each other in a long time.

“Angel, I want to do something we haven’t done in a while. Something fun.”

“Bear, everything we do is fun. Oh god your mouth has me on fire inside. Tell me already!”

“Sit on my face and suck on my cock. We haven’t been in that position in a long time.”

“No, we haven’t. Foolish us. I’d love to, my nasty minded Bear. But you’d better eat my pussy just the way I love.” She laughed lightly; I never disappointed her with my mouth. Eva then moved around so her pussy, wet and fragrant, was right in my face and my dick was right in front of her. “You look delicious, Bear.”

“You’ve got me hungry too.” I grabbed her ass and adjusted her position a little so I could reach her cunt with my mouth and I licked her treat, slowly to start, circling her outer lips with the tip of my tongue as my fingers dug deep into the fleshing cheeks of her ass. At the same time I could feel her lips kissing my dick all over, from the tip to my balls. The way we were going, slow and teasing, meant we were going to go to work the next day tired. But very happy.

Eva’s lips were pursed as she slid them all over the outside of my cock, avoiding letting me inside. I kissed her lips as my fingers teased her gash, rubbing up and down along her sticky slit, and every few strokes I would flick my finger on her clit, sending shockwaves through her body. If I timed it right, that caused her to hum along the glans of my cock. That did wonders for me, making me shudder all over.

Enough with the teasing. I used my fingers to pull her pussy wide open and I darted my tongue in and out of her wet hole, as fast as I could, as long as I could until my tongue got tired. Then I licked around her clit in circles and her ass and hips shook all over, like she was ‘twerking’ (which hadn’t been invented yet). Her thighs got tight around the side of my face and I was rewarded with a small gush of her girl cream as Eva came on my mouth.

Not to be outdone, my wife then took my raging cock into her mouth, going down slow, pulling back, then going down again, a few times until I felt her breath on my balls from her nose. She pressed her tongue along the top of my cock, massaging it with her lips and tongue. It was better than I’d felt from her in a few years, not that she didn’t give great head all the time, but as I said, this was special. I was licking her pussy again, around her lips, then pushing into her hot hole, sucking on her clit, mixing it up. She loved it, quivering all over my lower face. And then I felt something I hadn’t felt in years. She rolled her tongue just right and I felt the head of my cock slide into her throat. She held me like that for as much as twenty seconds, swallowing repeatedly, before moving off to gasp for breath. Then she started all over again, getting the head into her throat for some short time before breathing hard again. Four or five times.

“Fuck me, you wicked Devil woman! My dirty lover! Finger my ass next time!” I begged. I was on the edge and I wanted to shoot down her throat. Desperately.

“If that’s what my Dirty Bear wants! You can finger my ass too. That’s something else we have to revisit. You haven’t fucked my tight ass in years. Bad Bear.”

Eva slid down my dick again as I attacked her cunt with gusto. I wet my finger in her honey pot, swirled it around to get it good and soaked, and I pushed in her ass slow and gentle. Then I felt the same happening in my anal ring, Eva’s slender finger easing into my anus. Then she got my head back in her throat and held me there as long as she could. The incredible pressure brought me off. I shot thick gobs of cum right into Eva’s throat. She tried to swallow my gift but between holding her breath for so long and what I was doing to her clit with my own tongue, she gagged and pushed me out. My still spurting cock flopped on my tummy before she could grab it and lick up the rest of my load. I twisted my finger in her ass as I pulled her clit with my lips and Eva howled out her orgasm, pushing down on my face with her gooey cunt. That was how we stayed for three or four minutes, with her pussy almost in my face and my softening dick by her lips.

When we found the strength, we got up and used the bathroom together, one peeing while the other washed up and then switching. We were long past the point of needing privacy for basic functions in the bathroom. We were married twenty years by then; mysteries of life were very few between us.

When we got back into bed, despite the late hour and the fact our alarm would be going off at 6, we snuggled and kissed for a while, loving the affection between us. That was something that was never missing, but it was always more intense after we had sex. We weren’t the types to get off and roll over. But eventually we had to get to sleep or we’d be useless the next day. So we said I love you to each other and Eva spooned me, her soft breasts like small cushions on my back and the warmth from her sex radiating on my buttocks. It was an incredibly comfortable way to get to sleep.

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In late May, just after Connor and Rachel’s birthdays, we found out Connor would be Salutatorian for his class, just like his mother was. Ann Marie Selwyn was Valedictorian and Warren Keller was the odd man out. As proud as we were of our son, Eva and I expected some blowback from Warren’s parents. It was a tricky situation.

And Connor wasn’t completely happy. That was also just like Eva, who was upset over coming in second place all those years ago. So she went to talk to Connor in the library that night while I kept Rachel busy in the back yard, playing our guitars together.

They talked for a while, over an hour. I was wondering what was taking so long when Eva finally came out to join us with a pleased look. She sat next to me on a chaise and rested her head on my back. She rubbed my shoulders and said “It took a while, but I finally got through to him. He’s upset because he thinks if he wasn’t our son, he might have been Valedictorian.”

“He might be right. We can’t ask questions about it, so we’ll never know for sure.”

“All of which I pointed out to him. We can’t know without tainting the whole process for everyone. He understands but still, he’s not happy. He figures with all his math and science classes, he should have topped out over Ann Marie and Warren. He has to let this go. Besides, I told him I came in second and I couldn’t be happier about it. There’s no way I would have had this incredible life if I had been Valedictorian. And I told him I never would have had him and his sister. That alone more than makes up for it. He finally agreed with me. It was worth it for me. Him, he’s not so sure about.”

I put my guitar down as Rachel kept playing. “Should I go talk to him?”

“No, let him think it over tonight. You can talk to him tomorrow.” Eva moved her hands from my shoulders to around my tummy. “I really did luck out. I ended up with my Bear, my son and my daughter. And my sister-in-law. I’ve got a career I love and a home and friends I adore. If that day had been a little bit different…”

I held her hands, around my body. “No complaints here either, my lovely Angel. The universe has shined brightly on us. And I’m more in love with you now than I was twenty years ago.” I tilted my head back and turned my head and kissed Eva with a short but loving kiss. “After the kids go to bed tonight…?” I didn’t have to finish that statement.

“You’d better. Husbands who offer and then don’t follow through get in big trouble with their wives.”

“So I’ve heard. Good thing for me I never do that.”

“Not so far, anyways.” We smiled and kissed again.

I picked up my guitar and said “Come on, Rachel. One more, then you get ready for bed. Your choice, Princess.” She chose Love the One You’re With, the CSN&Y song. I told you, we brought our kids up with great music. Too bad Rachel would never know the joy of going to a Dead concert. Jerry Garcia died five years before.

As expected, Monday Warren Harris III’s parents came in, Warren Jr. and Andrea (pronounced ahn-DRE-a) to challenge the decision that left their son graduating third in his class and not in a position to give a speech. Eva and I tried to explain to them that because our own son was involved, we neither dealt with how the rankings were decided nor were we getting involved in any way. They would have to take it up with our assistants. We didn’t even sit in on the meeting. In the end, our weak assistants came up with a ‘solution’ that made no one truly happy: Co-Salutatorians. Connor and Warren would share the honor and both would give speeches. Eva and I accepted it for school peace, and Warrens parents accepted it because it was the best they were going to get. The person who was most upset was Connor. I couldn’t blame him; he was getting kind of screwed. It cheapened his accomplishments. He moped for a few days before I had a talk with him on the patio on a hot as balls afternoon. Thank goodness for the shade of the overhang from the roof.

“Connie, you need to hear something and get it through your head” I said with a rough edge. I wanted this to make an impression. “At the end of the month you’re going to one of the very best universities in the country. It’s got rigorous academics and physical demands. The physical stuff isn’t an issue except at the four service academies. So you’re going to have to do more than any of your classmates here to get through college. And you won’t do it if you let setbacks drag you down. You think the upperclassmen or the officers you’re going to serve under are going to give a shit because you didn’t get the grade you expected? You think anyone there want’s to hear it? If you’re going to behave like this there when things don’t go your way, you’d better change your plans now, make other arrangements for your education. You’re going to have to work harder at Annapolis than you’ve ever worked before. If you want to be one of the top members of your class when this is over in four years, you need to get your shit together NOW! If you act like this when you get an A- on a test or paper, they’ll wash you out before you know what hit you. Now it’s time to be a man and stop pouting.”

He still had a sulking look about him, but something changed in his eyes. The message was getting through. “You can take the night and think it through, son. Decide how you want to handle yourself. But if you can’t face the fact that life doesn’t always go your way and you have to step up and keep doing your very best, don’t go into the Navy.” Then I lightened my tone. “Son, you are capable of great things. You’re brilliant like your mom, your aunt and your sister. You’re physically tough as nails. You now have to be mentally just as tough. From everything I’ve read, Plebe Summer is a two month long hazing and endurance test. It’s designed to weed out those who don’t belong. I know you, Connor. You can do anything you want in life. You can take anything they throw at you. When you tore your ligament in your ankle when you were nine, when you had to go through rehabilitation to get your ankle strong again, you never cried, even though your mother and I knew how much it must have hurt you. You worked like a horse to get strong again, and by the next hockey season, you were ready to go. We were so proud of you. You never took the easy way out.”

He looked at me and I could see more of a change. “Dad, thanks. It’s a lot to think about. And I think you’re right. But this just isn’t right. It’s not like getting a lower grade on a test, something I can do better on the next time. I earned this. I almost certainly earned Valedictorian honors. But being your son… I can accept Salutatorian. But this ‘shared’ thing just sticks in my gut.”

I moved next to him and put my arm around his shoulder. “I know. You wouldn’t be human if it didn’t. But some things you have to live with in life, and move on. There’s no way to fight this. And I’m sorry. It is kind of your mom and my fault, indirectly. You’re going to have to live with this. But you know, we’re proud as hell of you. And your mom, even though she still wishes you weren’t going to Annapolis, she’s proud of you beyond what she’ll admit to.” I patted his leg and got up. “Think about what a Naval officer would do” I said as I went inside to grab a cold beer and enjoy the air conditioning.

I made sure Eva wasn’t around (she was out shopping with Rachel for camp clothes) and I tapped on the glass of the sliding door. I held up a beer and Connor got a smile on his face. He came in and I offered him one. “Don’t tell your mother. I just figure a man who’s old enough to serve his country is old enough to have a beer…ONE beer….with his old man on a hot afternoon.” We clinked bottles before enjoying a cold one together. Another father-son moment in time.

A week before graduation, Cammy got some great news: she was named a junior partner at her law firm, just six years after coming aboard. The primary reason was her ability to bring in new clients, a few of whom she met through Eva and I. Larry and Patty were clients, both personal and business. Some of the parents from school were as well. Her success made us proud and very happy for her. All of us, including Rachel. We sent flowers to her office, a huge bouquet from her family. She came over that night and we had a nice dinner at our house to celebrate.

It was a Friday night, so after dinner, Connor had a date and Rachel was playing her guitar in the backyard while Eva, Cammy and I sipped our wine while we listened to Rachel play. It was a peaceful family night.

“Sis, no special man in your life these days? I know you’re busy at work. I just want you to have someone you can share your life with. You’re too smart and funny and sweet…”

“And beautiful” Eva added.

“And beautiful to be celebrating this alone.”

“I’m hardly celebrating alone, guys. I’m with the best people I know. My family. Eric was incredible. I really loved him, and I still do. He’s the closest in my mind to who you are, Jon. I won’t settle for less.”

“Now, now. That’s my man” Eva said with a laugh. “You need to find your own.”

“I find plenty. I’m not living without male companionship” my sister said in a suggestive way. “I just can’t find anyone I want to share my life with. But don’t worry about my needs being met.” The two of them laughed while I turned red, obvious even in the low lights of the patio.

“Well, I think I’ll let you two bawdy broads talk about this alone. Some things I just don’t want to hear about with my sister.”

“Oh, for goodness sake, Jon. I’m thirty two now. We’re not kids. We can talk about sex in a general way.”

“Yeah, well, to me you’re always going to be my little sister when it comes to some subjects. It’s just how I feel, Cammy. If I had to have had those conversations with you when you were a teen, I would have managed to do it. I probably would have been red as a cherry pie while I did it, but I would have. Because you were my responsibility, along with Eva’s. I’m sure mom talked to you about some things before she died. And Aunt Annette? Eva? They filled in the rest, right?” Cammy nodded her head. “I had my talks with Connor. Eva will talk to Rachel when the time is right. But I just can’t talk to my sister about it.” Eva and Cammy laughed kindly as I sat with Rachel and sang with her.

Later that night, after Connor was home and in his room, Eva was at her vanity, brushing out her long chestnut hair (lightly colored), wearing a short silk lime green robe. She looked delicious and I bent behind her and started kissing her neck. “I could attack you right now, you sexy thing.” I could see myself in her mirror as well as her sexy smile.

“Yeah? You’re sure you can talk to me about what you want?”

“That’s not fair” I said softly. “Cammy’s my sister. I doubt there are a lot of men who can talk about sex in detail with their sisters.”

“I know, Bear. You were just so funny before. But I understand. There should be some boundaries in life. As long as there are none between us.” She put down her brush and spun around on her cushioned bench. Her arms were around my neck as we kissed, both love and lust transferring between our lips. “Are you really up for some fun tonight?”

“Without a doubt. I want you very much, my sexy Angel. But would you like to do something different tonight?”

“I’m always up for something different with you, my handsome Bear. What do you have in mind?” Her eyes were sparkling as she turned off the lights on her mirror.

“Put on those little pink panties? You know the ones I’m talking about. Your hair line comes over the elastic?” She smiled; she knew what I was referring to. They were at least a size too small and she only wore them for fun and games.

“Yeah? What else should I put on? And what are you going to wear for me?”

“You don’t need to wear anything else. And I’m going to surprise you. So we just need a few minutes and we’ll meet on the bed, of course. When the kids are away, we can play anywhere we want.” I kissed her before I grabbed something from one of my drawers and disappeared into our bathroom.

It just took a couple of minutes to get out of my pants and shirt and underwear, then I put on my black silk thong that I hadn’t worn in quite a while. “You ready in there?” I called through the door.

“Ready and willing!” Eva called back. I came into the bedroom, where just one side lamp was lit, giving just enough light so we could see each other. She gave me an appreciative whistle, enjoying the site of my package barely encased in the small silk pouch. “Hubba hubba, husband” she giggled at me, but her eyes were full of lust. “Now what?”

“Just get on your knees in the middle of the bed” I instructed and Eva moved there, on her knees just wearing those tiny pink panties that never failed to get my blood boiling. She actually got me hot, all by herself, but the panties were always a nice added touch, with her flat tummy above. “By the way, you are the sexiest creature in the world.” I got on the bed, also on my knees, and met her in the middle and stopped just a few inches apart. “We’re not going to fuck tonight. Not even oral. But we’re going to enjoy this a lot.” I started tracing my fingers lightly all over her body, from her throat down, touching everywhere I could.

“I think I like this game” Eva cooed as she started to do the same thing to me. I felt her light touch like eight feathers (no thumbs) along my electrified skin. We were both shivering like live wires as our lips met over and over for gentle kisses that accentuated our building passion. My cock announced its presence by peeping over the top of my pouch and Eva scraped her nail along the shaft, from the covered parts all the way to the crown and tip.

Eva’s ass was in my left hand, lightly, her little panties tickling my palm as I used my right hand to keep touching her body with the same light touch she was using on me. Eventually my fingers grazed over her mound outside her scanty panties and Eva moaned in my mouth as her fingers applied a little more pressure to my dick. She cupped my balls with one hand while the other pushed my thong down just past my balls. Then she was using both hands on me with a moderate touch. I could feel it nicely but I couldn’t get off that way. Which was kind of the point.

I held her ass, with more of a tight grip, pushing my hand down the back of her panties to feel the soft flesh directly while my right hand was inside from the front. My fingers were traveling through her soft hairs down to her lovely pussy. I tweaked her clit for a moment and Eva kissed me with desperation. I was kissing her back just as urgently, our heads and lips twisting around to different angles. Out kisses were mad with lust, then they cooled down to a gentler, playful brushing of our lips, then back to burning hot again. But we managed to keep from increasing the pressure of our touches…at first.

After teasing and toying with each other for a while, our passion got the better of us. We were kissing wildly, not just on our lips, but also each others necks and shoulders, and not just kissing but also softly biting, just enough to build the heat. We were moaning loudly as we masturbated each other more aggressively. I was rubbing my fingers through her lips as she gripped my cock hard. My precum was oozing freely, giving me plenty of lubrication and her pussy was creaming all over my fingers. Our hips were both thrusting into each others fingers and our bodies were trembling.

“Bear, I’m on fucking fire! Don’t ignore my clit! I’m so fucking close….”

“My hot little Angel. You’re so slippery, I feel like my fingers are going to slide right through you. Grab my dick! I want to cum inside your panties!”

“Fuck, just the thought of your hot gooey cum hitting my body has me…..oh, god, I’m cumminggggg…..!!!” she almost screamed as her pussy gripped my fingers, two of which were buried inside her spasming snatch. I kept fucking her with my fingers as she pounded my dick in her snug, moist fist.

“My turn! Aim it at your pussy!” Eva managed to do that through her intense climax and I shot a thick, unbelievably heavy load of pearly cum all over her panties, so much that some of it shot over her lower belly as well. My balls were still trying to spew when I was finally empty. We were back to kissing deeply, loving and passionate. “I love you, Angel! That was just incredible, my darling” I whispered in her ear.

“I love you too, Bear. Thank you for that. I haven’t cum that hard in a while. God, you turn me on so much. Still, after 20 wonderful years, you still excite me like no one else would ever be able to do.” A few more soft kisses as we leaned onto the bed, still kissing and holding each other.

“It’s just the same for me, my love. I can’t imagine anyone else ever making me so hot. You’re simply the best.” I started singing that Tina Turner song to her, Simply the Best. Eva cuddled closer to me as I sang, my cum getting all over my tummy, smearing both our bodies. No problem; it was Friday night….well, by then Saturday morning. We weren’t going to be in a rush in the morning. A hot shower when we woke up would do just fine.

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A week later was Connor’s graduation. Not only had he come around on the issue of the co-Salutatorians, but he even graciously allowed Warren to speak first. Our son always made us proud. He gave his speech on the need for young people to serve their country in any manner they chose, as long as they gave something back. Eva and I were on stage, and I know everyone could see us crying like every other parent. The best moment was when Connor’s name was called out to get his diploma and we had the honor of handing it to him like we did for all the graduates. Cammy and Rachel and Eva’s parents were in the front and gave him a huge round of applause.

After the ceremony and our goodbye luncheon with the staff, Eva and I had our final meeting of the school year with the trustees. When we met in April, they promised to have our future decided by graduation day, whether we’d be offered a new contract or told to start looking for new jobs. So when we went into the meeting room, we were more than a little nervous.

We needn’t have been. The Chairwoman, now Mrs. Latham, told us how pleased they continued to be with the consistent high quality of the reputation of the school, the high test scores, the long waiting list and the parent/student evaluations. The one mild disappointment was they couldn’t offer us those ten percent raises annually that we had been getting. It really wasn’t a surprise; we were earning more than double what we made when we started and we were near the top of the pay scale compared to other schools. So they offered us five percent annually instead and we accepted gladly. It was well worth it for another ten year contract, which would take us to twenty years and our age of fifty. We were thrilled to be staying. The school and town were home for us and the kids and staff, from the office people to the teachers to the janitors were all family to us. Leaving would have broken our hearts a little

After the meeting, we went home and told our family we’d be staying at Wayne Day for another eleven years at least (we still had one year on the old contract). We went out to dinner with Cammy and my in-laws and Larry and Patty, who had become like an aunt and uncle to our kids. Connor got a bunch of graduation gifts and then, right after he finished eating, he excused himself and went to meet his friends for a party. We just reminded him not to be too late since we were leaving in the morning for five days at the beach house before we had to come back to pack Connor’s things for his Induction Day, the following Friday.

We had a nice family time at the beach. Phyllis and Harold joined us for Saturday and Sunday, leaving Sunday night, Connor had some friends meet him for the day on Tuesday and Eva and I took Rachel to a local amusement park that day. It would be Connor’s last day with us at the beach for quite a while. I just hoped none of the girls that were at the house ended up pregnant.

Wednesday we went home in almost complete silence; Connor’s enlistment was hanging over us, especially Eva. The reality of his leaving us was hitting her hard and I was hurting for her. Connor knew it too and kept quiet, to his credit. Rachel could sense the tension and just played her guitar softly in the back seat.

We didn’t have to pack much for Connor. The Navy would be supplying almost everything he would need during the next four years at school. He and his mother got it done in little more than an hour and then it was his turn to comfort her as she cried. Rachel knew her brother was going away and it would be over a month until she saw him and she too went to cry with them. Eva soon came down to sit with me, with her husband, and I put my arm around her as she sniffled her tears back. I could sense she just needed quiet then; if she needed to talk, she’d talk.

Connor went out that night after dinner, a last night with his friends. Thursday would be all day with the family. Rachel wasn’t even in the mood to play music. Instead she sat on my right side with Eva on my left. We watched a couple of sitcoms that none of us laughed at. Then Rachel turned to my chest and started crying. I stroked her long brown hair, pretty like her mother, sad like her mother.

“Daddy, I don’t want Connor to go away” she sobbed. “I’m going to miss him so much.” Then Eva started crying again. If he had been going to a regular college/university, it wouldn’t have been so bad for Eva, just a normal ‘my son is moving on’ type of tears a mother sheds. This was sadness. Eva just couldn’t accept him going into a potentially dangerous career. I understood, but our son was old enough to start finding his way in the world. And her distress was filtering down to our daughter.

That night as we got ready to go to bed, after I spent a half hour consoling Rachel so she could sleep, Eva and I were very quiet. Actually, I was pretty angry with her. She could sense it. We got into bed and didn’t even kiss each other.

After lying there for a while without even saying our usual I love you’s, I said “Honey, I need you to do me a favor. More important, I need you to do Connor a favor.”

A big sigh came from the dark room. “What do you need, Jon?”

“I need you to stop making Connor feel guilty. You need to face the fact that this is happening on Friday. He’s not going to be able to call us while he’s there this summer, though he can write letters. This is the toughest thing he’s ever going to do, and he’s physically up to it. But he’s a sweet man at heart and he needs to toughen that part of him. He needs to know we have his back. We need to be treating him like a man. Like a Mensch. Capital M. And we have to make this easier on Rachel too.” I turned on my side to face her in the dark, and she turned to me. Our eyes were adjusted to the dark by then and we could see enough of each other. “She’s getting her cues from you. You’re upset so she’s upset. We’re taking him down to Annapolis on Friday, then we take her to Tanglewood on Sunday. It’s a lot of emotion for us but most of all, for her. Do you want her calling every night crying because she’s homesick?”

“Of course not. I want her to have a great time and miss us just a little. Like every normal kid.”

“Tomorrow it’s just the four of us, and Cammy’s meeting us for dinner. We have the tickets to the Phillies at one, dinner at six, and then a couple of hours for the five of us to spend together. Friday… well, you know. Early start. We’ve got to be out of the house before seven. So we all need a good night sleep tomorrow night. We can’t be crying ourselves to sleep. You can cry to me when we’re alone, anytime you need. But please, be strong in front of the kids.”

I could see her eyes shining in the dark. I could see the tears making her eyes look twice as big. I kissed her forehead, then I kissed her on her eyelids. Then her nose and of course her lips. Lips that were so soft and tender. Her arms went around me and Eva rested her head on my chest as I turned onto my back. Her fingers lightly played with my chest hair, not in a sensual manner, just a very loving way. “Bear, I’ll do my best. For Connor and Rachel. But you might have to deal with a lot of tears from me for a while.”

“That’s fine. I’ll take every tear I have to. Just think about after we drop off Rachel on Sunday.” She kissed my chest as we considered our ‘plan’ for July. We were going to spend almost the entire month at the beach house. Tennis almost every morning at the indoor/outdoor club where we were members. Time at the beach during the day. And we planned to do all sorts of fun and playful things in between and at night. We were even going to stop in New York on the way back to do a little shopping for outfits and toys. We couldn’t do it in Philly and take a chance of being seen going into one of those shops. We were principals at a very snooty school, after all. So we were going to stop and see my in-laws for a couple of days on the way home and hit an adult store on our way to Jersey. We even had some ideas of some of what we wanted to buy. That would be fun all by itself.

Thursday was just as planned. We went to the Phillies-Braves game, with dogs and beers for Eva and me and cokes for Connor and Rachel. Rachel loved the Phillies, more than the rest of us, who were still Mets or Yankee fans at heart. She even liked to keep the scorecard. The Phillies won, so everyone was happy. Then we drove home to get ready for dinner with Cammy at a Chinese restaurant (still her favorite and Connor’s too) and then back to our house. Rachel was wiped out by then, so Connor put her to bed and they sang together for the last time for quite a while. That was hard to hear, even from downstairs, without a few tears for all of us.

He came down and the four of us sat and talked, reminiscing about happy times before we had to kick Cammy out so we could all get some sleep. She hugged Connor like she thought she’d never see him again. “My favorite nephew is really a man now!”

“I’m your only nephew, Aunt Cammy” he reminded her with a sheepish grin.

“Quiet. You’re also my favorite. I wish I could go with you tomorrow. You’d better write me every week. And I will come with your family on Parents Day in August. Count on it!” Another big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You be safe and have a great experience there! We’re very proud of you, Connie. I love you very much, sweetie.”

“I love you too, Aunt Cammy. I promise I’ll write. Every week. A letter to you, a letter to my parents, a letter to Rachel and a letter to Grandma and Grandpa. Every week.” Cammy left in tears, but good tears, pride and love. Connor also was crying. She was in many ways his best friend.

An hour later, later than we should have, we said goodnight. His last night at home until Thanksgiving. Eva and I sat up in bed for a while, holding each other and crying softly. She toyed with the thinning hair on my head and I stroked her long silky hair. We didn’t need to say anything; we both knew what the other was feeling. Twenty one years together made that possible. Eventually we fell asleep, about four hours before we had to get up at six.

We all got ready to go, taking showers and three of us having coffee. We got going at 7 and stopped at McDonalds on the way for breakfast in the car. Connor had a 10:30 time for Induction Day. We’d been to the Academy a couple of years before on a tour, and when Connor checked in, we were taken on a more comprehensive tour with other families while he and the other inductees were signed in, given physicals, had their haircuts (shavetails). After lunch, provided by the Navy and very good, we were given a chance to see him again, a last time for a long time. He had his high and tight haircut and his white uniform. It was a striking contrast to the casual clothes he wore there and the full head of hair he usually sported.

“Well, son, this is it.” I held out my hand and he shook it, firm and confident. “I hope this is everything you expect and I know you’ll do great.” I was misty and I let Rachel say her goodbye. She was crying as he picked her up.

“Squirt, I’m going to miss you so much. You have a great time at Tanglewood and when you come home, I expect you to be good for Mom and Dad. I love you, sis. So much.” She hugged him around his neck and he held her like she was a sack of feathers.

“I love you, Connor! Write to me and I’ll write back!” She finally let go and let me back in to give him my own hug.

“Be safe, Connor. Take care and enjoy the experience. I hope it’s everything you want. I love you so much, my son.” We were both choked up but we didn’t cry.

Eva then hugged him. “Look at your hair! It’s so short. But you’re so handsome in that uniform! I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It’s happening, Mom. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. You know you can rely on me.”

“I know. Just be safe and take care of yourself. I love you with all my heart, Connie.” She didn’t cry, I’m glad to say. It would have been that much harder for him if she had. Then an announcement was made for the inductees to report to the main yard. It was the last thing families could stay and see: The Oath of Office for Naval Officers. It was impressive to hear those hundreds of young men and women all repeat the oath at once. That was it; he was a Plebe. In four years he’d be an Ensign.

We left with the other families that attended and it was a long two and a half hour drive home. Even Rachel, ever the chatterbox or singer was quiet. We brought home something to eat but we weren’t very hungry without Connor there. From then on, he’d be home as a visitor. His permanent home would be in Maryland for the next four years, then for the following five at least he’d be anywhere in the world the Navy sent him.

We spent the evening doing laundry, all of us again, very quiet around each other. Eva’s parents called and she had a subdued conversation with her mom. I kept Rachel busy, singing while we folded clothes. Children are resilient, and Rachel bounced back during the night and I took her upstairs and tucked her into bed while I sang Isn’t She Lovely to her. I kissed her head before I shut the lights, then Eva came in and kissed her goodnight.

We went to the family room and Eva sobbed to me every so often. “He’s going to be fine, Angel. You know he’s capable and smart. He’s going to do great things with his life. He’s in the military, sure, but we’re at peace. He’ll be fine.”

“I hope so, Jon. I really hope so. I just don’t know why he wants this kind of life. Both our fathers served in the Army, but only because they were drafted. They did their years and got out. I know he loves nuclear physics and astronomy. But he could have studied both elsewhere.”

“It’s his life, his choice. We couldn’t have stopped him, Angel.” I kissed her neck and she purred a little. We hadn’t been intimate all week and I was feeling desirous of her.

“Bear, I don’t know if I’m up to this tonight. I know it’s been a long time for us. Not for most couples” she said, smiling. It was good to see her grin. “I just don’t know if I’m in the mood tonight. After we stop by my parents Sunday and Monday, we’ll be all alone. I’ll make up the lost time to you. I think tonight I just want to try to get a full nights sleep.”

“Of course honey. We can cuddle for a while if you like. That’s always nice. Especially with my favorite cuddle partner.”

“Don’t you mean your ONLY cuddle partner?”

“Don’t forget about Rachel. She loves cuddling with her daddy, you know.”

“True. OK, I’ll settle for ‘favorite’. Lets go upstairs, sweetheart. I could use a little caring.” We went upstairs, and paused briefly when we passed Connor’s room. There was an ache for both of us when we passed by. The room was still the same, with the same bed and furniture, the same books and posters. Just no Connor.

That night was just a cuddle night. When you’re as deeply in love as Eva and I were, affection can be as good as sex. Even better sometimes. We touched each other as we had been doing for over twenty years, my fingers tracing her neck and her arm, while her fingers toyed with my chest hair and my tummy. We talked a little but mostly we just cared for each other, healing each others pain.

Sunday we got up very early, 5:30, and we got on the road for Massachusetts a half hour later. Rachel slept in the back for a while while Eva held my right hand as I drove with the left. We kept quiet to let Rachel sleep. But whenever I looked over at my wife, she smiled at me. That did me a world of good. She was getting better, and we were looking forward to having an extended time alone. That’s almost always good for a marriage that’s strong to begin with.

We stopped for breakfast and talked to Rachel. She was having some last minute jitters about being away from us for a month. We told her we were always a phone call away if she needed us.

“I know. I’m just not used to being away from home. Besides, with Connor gone, who’s going to look out for both of you?” That made both our hearts melt a little. Our girl was such a sweet kid with a big heart.

“Daddy and I will be fine, sweetheart” Eva told her as she ruffled her hair. “We’ll find a way. It will be hard without our little musician here. But we’ll find a way.”

“We just want you to have the best time at camp, sweetie pie” I added. “We know you’ll love the music part, but have fun playing too. Swim in the pool. There’s other sports. Your job is to have fun this month. If you do, it will pass so fast, it will feel like next week when you see us again. Your mother and I….we’re good. We’re just going to miss you so much!” I tickled her for a second and she giggled with her big, sweet smile.

We sang together, all three of us, the rest of the way. We got there about 11 and there were teachers there to meet us. Rachel looked around as she got out of the car, at the baby grand piano on the outdoor stage, hearing the sounds of music being played from all directions, and her face lit up like a lantern. Rachel was born for music, and for her this was paradise. The next best thing to home. She gave us a big hug and kiss each as her counselor, Judy, helped her with her bags and she didn’t even look back at us.

We got back in the car and cried a little, but very different from saying goodbye to Connor. First of all, Rachel would only be gone for a month. And second, she was still our little girl, going through her first stage of growing up. We’d miss her, but she’d be home soon enough.

I was pretty tired from the long drive, so Eva got behind the wheel for the ride to New York, to her parents house. We were staying there a couple of days, then heading to our house on the shore. With a stop or two on the way.

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We had a nice stay with Phyllis and Harold. Just a few days, from Sunday afternoon through Wednesday. Monday Harold and I went to the Yankees game while our wives went shopping. We all spent the day in Manhattan on Tuesday, July 4th, walking around, enjoying a great summer day and we stayed to watch fireworks over the Hudson River at night.

Wednesday we left around noon, telling them we were going to see some friends and wouldn’t be on the shore until night. We actually had other plans. We drove giddily to a store we knew of on Queens Boulevard…an adult ‘bookstore’. They didn’t sell books anymore, but they did sell videos and toys and sexy outfits.

“I’m a little nervous, Bear” Eva said as we got close. “Women who go into these places get weird guys checking them out.”

“Well, you’re with me, Angel. So don’t worry. Let them look. I’m the one who gets to fuck you” I said with a chuckle. “And we’re going to do a lot of that the next month. We might get tired of fucking each other by the end of the month.”

“God forbid! I never want to be bored of doing dirty things with you. Or loving things with you. By the way, I already bought a few items when I was out shopping the other day.” She had a devilish smile.

“With your mom?” I asked incredulously. “You bought some naughty lingerie with her?”

“A few things like that, plus a couple of outfits for me to wear when we go to a club. You know mom is very understanding. She even bought a few things for herself. That kind of creeped me out” she said with a laugh.

“I really don’t want to think about your mom wearing sexy lingerie for your dad, Angel. I don’t think I can handle that!”

“Hey I had to deal with it! If I could handle it, so can you!” We stared at each other at a traffic light and we broke out in almost hysterical laughter. A couple of minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of the store we wanted. “I’m nervous, Bear. Don’t leave my side please.”

“I wouldn’t think of it, my darling. Lets go and spend some money.” More nervous laughter from both of us. As we got out we saw the large marquees on top of the entrance: “Adult films Toys Costumes Private Booths GH.”

“Bear, what do they mean by private booths? And what’s a GH?”

I shrugged. I’d never been to one of those places. The other things were self-explanatory. “I have no idea. We’ll see when we get inside.” We held hands as we walked into the air conditioned, softly lit store.

Immediately we were in the midst of walls covered with shelves and hooks with all manner of sex toys. Dildos and vibrators of ever color, length and girth. Vibrators that did all sorts of things besides the obvious. Artificial pussies that supposedly feel like the real thing. Color me skeptical. Blow up dolls for men and women. Some of it was extremely erotic but some was just damn silly.

Then there were outfits of all kinds for role playing. Leather, nylons, fishnets, heels. Things for men to wear as well. And then there were DVDs. Thousands of them lined the far walls. Then past that there was an opening to another room. A neon sign said Private Booths. GH’s.

There were a few men looking at the DVDs as well as another couple. We kept looking around and picked out a number of things. Two vibrators, one that looked like a large penis with bunny ears to tickle the clit and the other a longer, tapered style with small bumps all over. Eva wanted a cock ring for me so we added it to the small pile. A box of edible panties in various flavors. An outfit for each of us (I’ll tell about those later). Then we picked out a few DVDs, two older movies from the 70s and a collection of Swedish Erotica ‘loops’. We were looking forward to our time alone.

I paid the clerk for everything and asked him to hold onto the packages. He took care of it and handed me a bunch of paper towels with a knowing smile. Neither of us understood why at first. We didn’t know about the booths or the GH, so we wandered back there, where a few men were wandering around, going in and out of the booths. We looked next to one booth and the display had the cases to a number of DVDs. Some also said Glory Holes. We got the idea about the movies; they were shown in the booths. Glory Holes were meaningless to us. The booths all said ‘One person per booth!’ We figured no one would mind if a couple went in together so we eased into one of the booths, our blood boiling hot. We wanted to try this. We also noticed a four inch wide hole in the side wall with heavy tape all around covering the edges, about waist high, connecting to the next booth. That had to be the Glory Hole. We got an idea what it meant.

There was a wide bench that folded down after you closed the door inside. We got comfortable, about five feet from a smallish TV screen next to a slot for coins or bills and a couple of buttons for changing the channels up and down. It said “25 cents for 2 minutes”, then listed longer times if you put bills into the feeder. “If we’re going to do this, might as well be comfortable.” I put a ten in the feeder and the screen lit up, immediately in a scene where three teenage girls were fucking three older men. Eva said “Look, baby, your fantasy!” She gave me a smart ass smile.

“Very fucking funny.”

“FUCKING funny indeed. Let’s see what else they have.” Eva pressed the ‘up’ button, going through the various movies. Lesbian scenes, orgies, blowbangs, straight sex etc. Finally she settled on a scene of a beautiful middle aged blonde sucking the cocks of two younger men, no older than 20. She was all dolled up and wore red stockings and a garter belt with high heels. Eva sat close to me, as close as she could get.

“Who’s fantasy is this?” I asked wryly.

“Shhhh you’re ruining the plot development” she laughed, very quietly and with a nervous edge. I could also hear how turned on she was. My sweet and mostly quiet wife. Still waters run deep.

As we watched, the action changed so the blond was sucking one dick as the other young man fucked her from behind. They were ‘spit-roasting’ her, she was on her hands and knees with cocks at both ends. Eva reached to squeeze my own cock in my tan shorts. I could here her breath coming ragged and uneven. “Touch me” she whispered so I could barely hear her over the sounds of the fucking on the screen. “Touch me all over.”

I reached around her body and started massaging her breast over her top, finding her nipple hard and sensitive. She let out a long, low moan but never closed her eyes as we both watched the admittedly hot threesome. “More, Jon!” she said softly, but urgently. “Down my shorts!”

“Are you sure, Angel?” Eva was squirming around like she had ants in her panties. And honestly, I was as hard as I had ever been. The situation was incredibly arousing.

“Yes! Touch me there!” She didn’t shout but she wasn’t exactly discreet. I unbuttoned her shorts, got the zipper down, and I reached across and worked my other hand down inside her panties, which were as soaked as I could remember feeling before. Eva turned her head to me, her face pink from excitement, her eyes wide and glassy, and she kissed me hard for a moment before she looked back at the action, where the two young men where now double penetrating the older woman, pounding their young dicks into her very wet pussy and ass. I was rubbing Eva’s clit furiously and her legs were trembling. My fingers in her gooey twat were making loud, squishy sounds. By then, we didn’t care if people outside our booth could hear us or not.

“Fuck, honey, you’re a mess down there. We’d better get your shorts off before you make a big stain there.”

“So get them off me! Hurry, Bear!” She stood up and we got her shorts off and then her panties. “Here, smell these, your prize, like we did when we first met.” Eva kissed me hard and quick, then she sat down again as I went back to fingering her pussy. A couple of minutes later, both young men jerked off with hard, fast strokes until they blew their thick loads all over the blonds face and tits, and Eva came with a barely contained roar.

The air in the small room was thick with the smell of her still aroused cunt and I grunted in her ear, in a tone that made her melt some more, “My turn.” I didn’t have to add anything to that. Eva got up and turned to face me, kissing me hard while she pulled down my own shorts and boxers. My dick was purple with lust and she licked her lips exaggeratedly.

“Pick whatever you want to watch. Something nice and dirty.” I pressed the button until I found a scene that had just begun, it was three teen girls dressed in little schoolgirl outfits in a ‘classroom’ with a male teacher with an enormous cock, more than enough for all three to share. “You naughty, naughty man” Eva whispered in my ear before she licked it. “Does the principal want to fuck a couple of his slutty students? You can tell me, my wicked Bear. I love how hard you are. I love you.”

We shared a long, deep kiss as she pumped my dick in her soft hand as I peeked at the action, two girls sharing the teachers cock while the third squatted on his face on his desk as he tongued her soft little cunt.

Eva knelt on the floor, which probably had the remnants of god knows how many cum loads on the tiles. She didn’t care, neither did I, not at that time. Eva just started sucking my dick like she would die if she didn’t get my cum quickly. This wasn’t a slow, teasing blowjob. It was an all out assault on my genitals, as her fingers played with my heavy balls. After a couple of minutes of being sucked like that, I helped her off the floor and turned her away from me, so she could watch with me as she lowered her creamy cunt onto my swollen dick.

“Fuck my hot cock, my nasty little slut” I whispered, kissing her back. Eva moaned as she grabbed onto my throbbing shaft and sat down hard, all the way down, as we watched the two teens suck the actor. She bounced hard, our joined cock and pussy made loud wet sounds and her ass on my thighs sounded like she was being spanked. I mauled her tits under her bra. “Fuck me, my dirty Devil. Fuck me as hard as you can!”

“Yes, baby. Your dick feels amazing!” We were talking as low as we could, but louder than we wanted to. Every so often she would just sit down hard, grind on groin, and I tweaked her clit between my fingers. She came each time in a sticky, wonderfully warm, gush of honey.

As the girls on screen took turns getting fucked by the ‘teacher’, Eva and I were getting near our peak. Just then, a cock slid through the glory hole. We shouldn’t have been all that surprised; we were kind of noisy and that’s what the hole was there for. Still, it was a shock, enough to slow us down from our rapid pace. The cock was hard, longer than mine but more slender, and there was a ring of a foreskin near the crown.

Eva, who had never seen a dick besides mine in the flesh, whispered “Bear, what do we do? What does he expect?”

“I guess he expects to be sucked, at least. Maybe even fucked.”

“No way! Even as turned on as I am, I’m not sucking or fucking anyone else!”

The man must have heard us. “I’ll take a hand job” he muttered through the wall.

We looked at each other, Eva still grinding around on my dick with our sweat and sex stinking up the booth. “It’s up to you, honey” I told her. “You can if you want. I won’t hold it against you.”

As if in a trance, Eva reached down, bending to that side a little, and tentatively took that dick in her hand, the first cock other than mine she ever touched. She held it as if she didn’t know what to do before the man moved his hips so his foreskin slid over the head of his dick while he fucked her hand. “It feels weird” she whispered. “God, I can’t believe I’m doing this….” She started jerking him, she knew how after all, and soon got into the rhythm as she pumped his dick with all her skills. We could hear him moaning as she stroked faster and faster. We were still together, both of us fascinated by the sight of Eva with a different dick throbbing in her hand. When it got dry, she put her hand between her legs, where there was a mass of her natural lubrication, and got some on her fingers which made her hand glide up and down the strangers dick. I wiggled around under her, keeping some pressure on her pussy and clit, my own cock pulsing and twitching inside her. Eva squirmed around on me and soon came again as she jerked that dick for all she was worth. Soon we heard him grunt out loud and a stream of cum sprayed from his dick, all over the floor, and even a little hit Eva on her lower leg. I don’t know why, but that set me off and I filled her pussy with one of the most incredible orgasms I’d had in some time.

Eva let the cock go and he withdrew through the hole. I handed her a couple of towels and she wiped her leg clean. As soon as we could talk I said “We’ve got to get the hell out of here.”

“Uh huh. As soon as possible!” She got up and we used the rest of the towels to clean our sticky groins. We got dressed, as well as we could, but we were absolutely a mess, sweaty, uncomfortable, and we both needed to pee. When we were reasonably presentable, we got out of the booth (we’d been in there for almost an hour) and just walked to the front of the store without looking at anyone else. I dumped the towels in a waste basket, got our purchases from the clerk and we made a bee line for our car and got in and pulled out of there seconds later.

I few blocks away, I pulled over. My arms were shaking and Eva was trembling as well as the adrenaline left our bloodstreams. We both broke out in nervous laughter that grew louder and more raucous. Then we hugged as best we could in the SUV.

“I can’t fucking believe we did that. I did that” Eva said, shaking her head.

“Well, we did. Are you all right? Do you need something?”

“I need a bathroom and something very cold to drink. There’s a Burger King down that block, Jon. Pull in there so we can use the bathroom and straighten up. And get me a Coke, please?”

“Of course, honey.” I drove over, my own bladder feeling like it would burst and add to the wet feeling in my crotch. We went to the bathrooms and we straightened up a little more after we peed. We were semi presentable when we were done and I ordered us two large Cokes and some fries to munch on. We sat in the car, popping fries in our mouths and guzzling our cold drinks. We both hated diet soda and drank regular on rare occasions.

“Honey….are we out of our minds? Bad enough we fucked like that, but I actually encouraged you to jerk that guy off. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you.”

“Bear, you didn’t do anything to me. Something inside me wanted to do it. I don’t know why. I know it turned me on at the time but I was repulsed when it was over. I wouldn’t mind fucking you in a booth again…that part was incredible….but I’ll never touch another man again.”

“Fair enough. The fucking was awesome. The fantasy, the way we got so hot for each other….just incredible. But I wouldn’t want you to touch anyone else again. And by the way, my angel, I love you with all my heart. Always and forever.”

“Thank you, Bear. I love you just as much. I was worried you’d be angry with me.”

“Not a chance. We did what we did and I’m not upset about it. We learned something about ourselves today. We’re not cut out to do anything with other people. Ever. But I have to ask you: how was it touching a different penis?”

“Weird as hell! I’m so used to yours alone. And the fact that it was uncircumcised didn’t help at all. And yet, at that moment, I was so turned on just from the situation… God, I still can’t believe it.” She laughed and I laughed with her. We started off our month alone with a real wild experience. We’d have more, but they would be just the two of us, no others involved. But it did make us wonder what other people do when they’re alone. We talked about it on the drive to our house in Lavallette. Were our friends into kinky games like us, with lingerie and toys? Did anyone cheat on their spouse? Did anyone swing? Who knew? You couldn’t exactly ask anyone about it.

Eva said “I know one of our friends who cheats on her husband. But I don’t know if I should tell you. You might let it slip one day by accident. Or on purpose.”

“I wouldn’t tell him on purpose, but something like that could slip. I’m not sure I want to know. I don’t think I could ever look at them the same way again, whoever it is. Did she tell you on purpose or did she let it slip?”

“She told me on purpose. She said she had to tell someone. She’s been doing it with the same man for years and she said she’s not going to stop. I feel strange around her ever since. I love her, but I’ve lost a lot of respect for her.”

I knew. It had to be Karen, of Mike and Karen, who we’d been friends with since college. Eva canceled plans with them a few times the last few years for no reason I could discern. I felt terrible for Mike; we’d been friends for twenty years. Fuck. I wished I didn’t know.

We stopped for some pizza near the house, then got home just before dark. By the time we got all our bags inside and unpacked, we were both exhausted. We took showers and watched the tv for a little while, snuggling on the couch right by the porch. We could hear the sounds of the surf and people walking around and talking. We had come to find those sounds to be peaceful and soothing. Our little house just off the beach was as much a home as the house in Wayne.

When we got into bed, we were too tired to play. It was a night for cuddling and for sleep. But before we turned out the lamp, we had one of our bedroom talks. Eva and I always communicated best in bed. “It’s Karen and Mike, isn’t it. Karen’s been cheating on him.”

Eva sighed from deep inside. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I guess it wasn’t hard to figure out.”

“Why does she do it? What is she missing from Mike?”

“I don’t think it’s just one thing. It’s not only sex. She said Mike doesn’t talk to her in any intimate way. They’re more like roommates than lovers. According to Karen.”

“Angel….you’d tell me if there was something you were missing in our life, wouldn’t you?”

Eva leaned up on her elbow and reached for my hair. I loved when she did that. It was, for us, the most intimate of touches, like when I stroked her cheek. “Bear, there is nothing missing in our lives. We share a life most of our friends could only dream about. We have children we’re incredibly proud of. Jobs we love. And we have each other. You make me happy in every way imaginable. I’ve never looked at anyone the way I look at you.”

I smiled at Eva and turned on my side to face her. “I love you always. I’m sorry about this afternoon. Never again. No cheap thrill is worth causing a scintilla of doubt between us. Let me hold you, please? Right in my arms.” Eva moved into my embrace and rested her head on my chest, like we’d done thousands of times over the years. Our bedroom wasn’t simply where we shared love and sex. It was also where we shared our deepest thoughts and everything in our hearts and souls. Our greatest hopes and our worst fears.

“You know, Bear, with Connor and Rachel away, things seem so quiet here. I miss them very much.”

“So do I, my love. It’s so strange being here alone. But Rachel will be with us in just a few weeks. In the meantime, we can enjoy our time together. We’re going to play tennis, and we’re going to swim in the ocean. We’re going to see our friends and Cammy. Go to nice dinners.” I shut the lamp next to me, plunging the room into almost complete darkness. “Sometimes we’re going to get very naughty together.” My fingers were going up and down her spine and Eva sighed and laughed at the same time. “And other times, my love” I said as I kissed her head, and then her lips, “we’re going to make love slow and tender. Like we’re going to do right now.”

“I thought you were tired tonight, Bear.”

“I was. Now I’m not.” A longer kiss. “How about you?”

Eva slipped her nightgown off in the dark and kissed my lips and my throat. “What do you think?” It turned into one of the most romantic nights we shared in a very long time.

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The next day we got our first letter from Connor. Eva got all misty while she read it and she started writing him back while I read it next. He told us how tough it was getting up at 5:30 every morning, the chow was good, lots of exercising and learning the bare basics of naval life. I was so proud of him, and Eva was beginning to come around as well. He promised to write us every week, plus a letter each week for his Aunt Cammy, Rachel, his Uncles and his grandparents.

Then two days later we got our first letter from Rachel. That one had us both all watery in the eyes. It was simple but Rachel made it sound like she had trouble finding a few minutes to write us. Simply put, she was having the time of her life. She said she missed us, of course, but she raved about her music teachers and her counselors. It made us both feel great knowing how much she was enjoying herself. That time it was my turn to write back. I was a big, sobbing mess writing that letter.

As much as we missed them both, Eva and I were having a pretty great time ourselves. We got up early each morning and went to play tennis, either against each other or against other couples. Aside from having fun playing, we both were in the best shape we’d been in since we were first married. Eva finally lost those few pounds in her tummy she hated and my legs and body were even tighter than when I wrestled all the way back in high school. Swimming most days also helped with that.

One day that first week, after we came home from tennis, we changed to go to the beach. Eva showed off a new bathing suit she bought with her mom. Instead of her usual one piece suits, which looked great on her, she bought a bikini in powder blue with white piping. It fit her perfectly and left little to the imagination. Her breasts showed plenty of cleavage and the bottom was small. So small she had to shave about half of her pubic hair. To say I was stunned was a serious understatement.

Before she put on a wrap, she showed it off for me, twirling in our bedroom. The bottoms also hugged her ass in a very sexy way. “So, Bear, are you going to say anything at all? Or are you just going to sit there showing your tonsils?”

“Oh my god! Angel, you know I’ve always thought you’re the sexiest woman I know. But this…..this is another level of gorgeous and sexy altogether! In fact, I’m thinking maybe we shouldn’t go to the beach at all” I said as I held her around her lower back.

Eva smiled up at me and said “Oh no. I want to show off a little. I want the women to be jealous and the men to drool. And then I want to have the best fuck of our lives! But first, we are going to the beach! Grab the cooler and close your mouth already!” She put on her white sun hat, sunglasses and her multi-colored wrap with her sandals. We walked the fifty feet to the sand and then a little further so we were near the ocean.

We spread out our beach blanket and had some fun spreading sun block all over each other. Touching her flat tummy turned me on like I couldn’t believe. She could have easily done her front, like I could have done for myself, but this was much more fun. After I finished spreading lotion on her torso, Eva did the same for me, and her hands felt incredibly as the glided over my body and legs. I had to work at it to keep from getting an erection. But she could see some stirring in my suit.

“It’s very flattering to know I can still get such a response from you after all these years, Bear. You’ve always been so good for my ego.”

“It’s not you. I caught a glimpse of some blond further down the beach in a micro bikini. Ooh la la.” I smiled with my eyes hidden by my Ray Bans.

“Say that again and you’ll be jerking off the rest of the month. Keep in mind I have my new vibrators. I could get by on my own.” Touche.

“I’m sorry. You know I don’t look at other women. Much” I teased.

“”Much”? I might have to find myself a boy toy to play with. A certain Bear I know needs to be taught a lesson.”

I rolled over so I was covering Eva by holding myself up on my arms “You can teach me a lesson when we get home. Lessons with sex toys. There are a number of kinky games we should play.”

Eva stroked my arms. “And we’re going to play all of them. You still stir my embers like no one else could. And you look better than ever since we’ve gotten more active in our lifestyle.”

“And you look as great now as you did when we met, Angel. Just as beautiful.” I leaned down and kissed her very lovingly. I rolled back onto my back to enjoy the sun. “Angel, you know I don’t think about other women.”

“Of course. I’m sure you look sometimes, especially with all these gorgeous women here in their tiny bathing suits. You’re a man, after all. I’d kind of wonder if you didn’t look a little. But I know who you love and whom you want. I’ve never worried or wondered if you were unfaithful, Bear.”

“Do you look a little at men, Angel? You’re a woman, with healthy ‘appetites'” I said, half joking.

“‘Appetites’? Sweetheart, I look a little when I see a particularly handsome man. Sly Stallone comes to mind.” The old joke between us. “But appreciating the outer beauty of someone is a far cry from wanting to sleep with them. There’s only one man I want in my bed. Or my kitchen table, or my couch or my washing machine…” We were laughing at the thought. We were going to have fun all over our beach house.

“The washing machine….now that particularly sounds promising! Thunka, thunka, thunka…” We giggled and held hands. After about a half hour we turned onto our stomachs and lotioned each others backs and legs. So much fun. After getting more of the su`n, we ran into the water and swam thought the waves, then we embraced and kissed like we were eighteen again. That wasn’t unusual; we usually kissed like lusty young lovers. We felt like we were twenty instead of forty. Almost.

Kissing each other like that and being with Eva in her incredibly sexy bikini had my blood boiling. As the water splashed around us, I kissed her neck and said softly “We need to go home. I need my sexy as hell wife. Either we go home or I’m doing you right here. On the blanket in front of everyone if necessary.” Another kiss on her shoulder that made her gasp.

“You do that and we’ll lose our jobs. It might be worth it…” we chuckled as we started walking back to our blanket. We dried off a little and, after folding our blanket and grabbing our cooler, we hurried back to the house. There are advantages to living a five minute walk from the beach. We were in such a hurry we made it in four.

We left the blanket, towels and cooler on the porch and as soon as the door was closed we were all over each other. “We should do this is the shower, Bear. All this salt and sand…”

“Ok, you go ahead and get it started. I need to get something. Meet you in the bathroom.” I kissed her and left her wondering as I gave her ass a gentle spank and she walked away giggling. I went into our bedroom and grabbed our pink vibrator, the tapered one with the little bumps all around. I had a feeling it might add to the fun of shower sex. Not that shower sex NEEDED anything else to be fun.

When I got in the bathroom, the shower was already blasting hot water and Eva, who’s skimpy bathing suit was on the floor, was already soaking in the sensuous steam. I could see through the glass she was wet all over and when she saw me, she pressed her body fully against the glass. Her tits and her mound were mashed on the stall glass and my dick responded right away. It was pointing at her like a compass showing the way to true north. Eva smiled and wagged her finger, gesturing me to join her right away. Then I showed her the sex toy and she laughed and applauded as she eagerly waited for me to join her.

“That’s a great idea, naughty Bear! I think we’re going to enjoy our frisky month together a lot!” She practically leaped into my arms under the shower spray and kissed me like it was our last day to kiss. Thank goodness we had adhesive ducks on the floor of the tub or I could have slipped and broke something.

“Down, girl! I’m not even wet yet. Though I think you are in more ways than one.”

“Dripping. Do what you want about it. But do something.” Eva twisted us around as we kissed and got me under the shower until I was thoroughly wet. We took a few minutes to soap each other up and then our play started. We massaged the suds into each others bodies, going slow, paying special attention to each others erogenous zones which we each knew so well. Eva’s tits looks fantastic with streaks of lather almost like strands of my cum. I worked on the back of her neck and shoulders, down to her lower back and her taut ass cheeks (tennis had really tighten her ass and legs nicely.), then down her thighs. All the while she moaned loudly, even more when I washed the bottom of her feet.

“That tickles” Eva said with a giggle and a sigh. “In a nice way.” I rinsed her feet so they wouldn’t be slippery, even with the adhesive ducks on the bottom of the stall, then stood up and we kissed deeply, probing each others mouths. Her small, slender hand found my dick and pumped me a few times and my cock pulsed in her grip.

“That definitely does NOT tickle” I growled into her ear, then I kissed her neck and throat, down her chest to her cleavage and ultimately her lovely tits. Eva held my head to her breasts as she tilted her head back and sucked in air between her teeth.

“That doesn’t tickle either. Bite me a little, Bear.” Eva lifted her right leg and rested her foot on a low built in shelf. I rubbed over her lips and she kissed me hard. I could feel her scream on my tongue and in my lungs. She was trembling like a tree in a high wind and I dropped down to the floor where water was circling the drain. I rubbed my face all over her lower tummy, biting her quivering flesh lightly. Even with the hot water trickling down her body, I could smell her excitement. My tongue went down from her belly button to the line where her pubic hair began. It was lower on her mound now, since she had to trim it lower to wear her new bikini. That small patch was incredibly arousing to me.

“You are so fucking sexy” I muttered, barely heard above the sound of the shower, as I started to lick Eva all around, her thighs, her hips, all around her crotch, teasing but making no contact with her pussy.

“You fucking tease! I’m so close to the edge….” Eva was moaning and she needed some relief. I turned on the vibrator to the number 2 (of 6) setting and just placed it to her gash. She grabbed my hand like she might twist it off and moved the toy just a little higher so some of the little bumps were buzzing her clit as well as her lips, and Eva came with a long scream. I held her ass tight with my free hand, that still soft yet firm ass that retained its lovely shape over the years, so I could grind the vibe tighter to her sex. “Oh my fucking GOD!” she cried out, over and over. I thought someone might hear her from the street, despite being in the closed bathroom in the interior of the house. “Stop, Jon! Please!”

I eased off, turning off the toy, and I stood up kind of stiffly from my crouching position. Eva held me tight and kissed my chest. “I haven’t felt that in a very long time, Bear. It was so intense!” We kissed a few times as my throbbing dick rubbed her wet tummy. “Jon, we have to get out of here. It’s so damn hot I can barely breathe.”

“Yeah, it is kind of stuffy in here. And I think we’re getting all wrinkled like prunes.”

“You’ll be all right for twenty minutes? I promise I will do very wicked things to you in the bedroom. Just give me twenty.”

“My balls are throbbing” I said with some discomfort as I switched the water to a cooler setting so we could be a little more comfortable. “But I can wait for you, my lovely Angel. As long as you need.”

“Just long enough to dry my hair. It will be worth it, I promise.” We got out of the stall and dried each other off before putting our bathing suits in the laundry. Then Eva went about drying her hair while I got us both very cold drinks, iced tea with plenty of ice. I brought her a glass in the bathroom which she downed gratefully.

I got us both another glass and went into the bedroom to wait for my bride.

While I waited, my achingly stiff dick resting on my tummy, I thought about how great this little break was for both of us. Like I’ve said, nothing was missing from our marriage, from our love life, but after twenty plus years together having some time to ourselves for the first time in almost eighteen years was like an elixir. It gave us the chance to explore our sexualities and how far we could push the line. We’d made one mistake but otherwise we were having a great time. And it was about to get better.

Eva joined me, as naked as I was, and she hopped on the bed, still in a very frisky mood. Good for me, because I was horny as hell and the object of my desire was all over me. I pushed her on her back and held her down by gripping her upper arms. That earned me a very lusty smile.

“Is my big, naughty bear going to finish what we started? Because I’m still aching for you.”

“You’re aching for me? Did you get a look at my dick? I’m hard enough to hammer nails.”

Eva felt around my genitalia. “Too bad we don’t have any home repairs that need attending right now. We wouldn’t even have to get your hammer.” She giggled in that way she had that always drove me a little crazy. We locked in a deep kiss, then another and another and so on until I was just between her legs and in her pussy. We were way too hot to make this a slow and tender screw. We were deep in a hot and wicked fuck. We thrust hard into each other, gasping with every motion of our hips. Her hands were grasping at my back and my arms, scratching my flesh, and I didn’t give a damn. The bed started shaking, something that never happened before.

“Honey,” I gasped, staring into Eva’s eyes, “we’ve broken two beds in our time together already. I don’t know if we want to make it three.”

Despite the passion, Eva laughed and said “Right now, I don’t care if we break the entire house. Just keep fucking me like this!” Her legs were pulled up and wide and she accepted my twitching dick with her clutching pussy. I was like a cow getting milked and I was close to giving her my thick cream. Then I heard the buzzing sound of the vibrator. “Give me a little room, Bear” Eva moaned with her eyes semi-open. I lifted up on my arms and she placed the tip of the vibrator to her clit. She shook violently, her heels kicking me on my ass, which spurred me to just fuck her harder.

“Godammit, honey, I’m going to burst!”

“Cum on my body! All over me!” Seconds later I did, pulling out of her pussy just in time and hosing her body with strands of my semen. Eva writhed and twitched with the toy still buzzing on her clit as she reacted as if my cum was burning her skin. I

was in awe as I watched the love of my life go through what must have been her most incredible climax ever. Finally she took the vibrator away and started crying as her body went limp. I fell next to her and held her as she sobbed. I couldn’t tell if they were tears of pain or tears of joy, and I was worried.

I cradled her in my arms and rocked her gently until she settled down. I brushed her hair away from her cheek and kissed it. “What’s wrong, my Angel? We just had a wonderful time together. Why are you so upset?” My cum was dripping down her body, from her breasts to her groin, onto the sheets. We ignored it.

“Nothing’s wrong, Bear. Just…I don’t know. I feel guilty. We’re having such a great time together because our children are away. Why aren’t we missing them more? What kind of parents are we?”

I kissed her cheek again and held her tighter. “Angel, we’re good parents. Connor is grown up and leading the life he wants, but we’ll always be there when he needs us. And Rachel is also beginning to show her independence. I thought we’d get a phone call the first night or two from her, crying, homesick. But the letters we’ve gotten from her tell us she’s having a wonderful time. Like a healthy, well adjusted child. I’m so proud of her and I know you are as well. And this Sunday afternoon we can call her and make sure she’s doing well. And as for us, we’re getting a peek into our future, the life we’ll start living about ten or so years from now. Alone more than with our children. I want to have a great life when that time comes. I still want to love my wife in every sense of the word when we’re fifty and sixty and even seventy. We’ll slow down a little but if we keep staying healthy, we can have a great life together when the kids are grown and living on their own. We’ll retire one day and travel, entertain with our friends and family. I want Rachel to come home in a few weeks and I want Connor to be able to come home for Christmas break. (We learned the Plebes weren’t allowed to go home over Thanksgiving.) But I don’t want to have to rely on our role as parents to be fulfilled in our personal lives. A lot of couples get divorced at that point, when the kids move out. I want to be with you to the end and I want us to be happy and madly in love.”

Eva turned around to face me and the remnants of my semen got all over both of us. Her fingers went through my hair, and her eyes searched mine. “I got better grades than you did in school. Not by a lot, but still… Yet when it comes to life, you are so much smarter than I am, Bear. I want the same thing. I want us to have a great third act together. Not locked in some retirement community playing shuffleboard and hanging out with the cranky old people. I want to travel with you too and keep playing tennis, see our friends and our grandchildren. And I hope we’re still making love at seventy. Probably not so rough.” We chuckled together.

“But I never want to lose interest in loving you. And I really hope you’ll always love me.”

“Bet on it, Angel. Even if I have to take a ton of Viagra.” We laughed some more, went back to take a quick, cleansing shower, and I made a light dinner of sauteed shrimp with pasta and salad while Eva did the laundry. That night we cuddled on the back porch, which was private, and just listened to the sounds of the beach while we talked and kissed. There are a lot worse ways to spend a night with the one you love.

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The month of July passed very fast. Cammy came out a couple of weekends, once with a nice guy named Howard and once by herself. It was always a great pleasure seeing her and she loved spending time with us at the beach, though she missed her niece and nephew almost as much as we did. Another weekend Patty and Larry came out, which turned into a bit of a wild time, with a fair amount of drinking. We could hear them screwing lustily in their bedroom which inspired Eva and I to have our own naughty time together. We all laughed the next morning after a few minutes of embarrassment. Thankfully we were best of friends and we got over it quickly. Other times we spent with our friends from the beach, barbequing and a couple of block parties. It was a great month.

The night before we drove home for a few days before we had to drive back up to Tanglewood, Eva and I had an amazing night together. We went to dinner at our favorite seafood restaurant in the area, all dressed up. It was one of those places that, even in the summer in the casual setting of the Jersey Shore, still required jackets for men, no denim or sneakers. It worked out fine for them; they were busy every night in season. We had our reservations for 7. I wore a navy jacket with a white pinstripe shirt, with grey slacks and black shoes while Eva, who always knew how to dress to kill since our very first date, wore a floral silk blouse and black straight leg pants that zipped up the back, with ankle boots and spike heels. I was tempted to cancel the reservations and just eat at home, and then eat…at…home. But we went and had a great dinner while my wife turned a lot of heads. She was even more stunning at almost forty than she had been at twenty. She carried an air of confident sensuality when she wanted to that she couldn’t have had when we met.

After dinner, we walked the boardwalk before settling onto a wood bench overlooking the sand and ocean. The night was warm but breezy and I put my jacket over Eva’s shoulders to keep her warm. She leaned into my side as I held her and she said “I’m glad Rachel is coming home in three days. I miss her terribly. But this has been such a wonderful vacation. I’m not sorry at all that we didn’t go away. I love the time we spend here. And I love you, my darling Bear.” She turned her head for a kiss and I gladly obliged. “But I’d like to go away for Christmas break. Take the kids and go to Copenhagen or Stockholm. Someplace that’s really beautiful in the winter.”

“I think that’s a great idea. Rachel would love that; she loves winter and snow. And I’m sure Connor will desperately need a break by then.” That was decided, a nice winter vacation. “Being here with you makes me so happy, Angel. I hope we keep this house for a long time to come. I still want to travel part of the summers starting next year, but it’s great having this place.” The wind blew hard and I shivered without my jacket.

“Are you cold, Jon? We could go home.” Her blue eyes shone bright and her cheeks were a little hotn pink despite the chill. I knew why.

“I would love to take you home. I’m feeling rather randy tonight” I said with a terrible fake British accent. “Is m’lady in the mood for a very bawdy evening?”

“Baby, I am almost ALWAYS in the mood for you. So take me home or lose me forever!” It was a line from the movie Top Gun and it perfectly expressed our mood.

We stumbled through the front door and we were all over each other immediately, kissing as we staggered to the bedroom. Eva didn’t unbutton my shirt in the traditional way; she tore it so the buttons went flying all around the room. “Hey, that was a new shirt!” I exclaimed, not really giving a shit.

“Shut….UP!” my sex crazed wife said as she shoved her tongue into my mouth. “You are my fuck toy tonight! Speaking of which, we are going to use a few tonight! Go in the other room and put this on.” She handed me the cock ring we bought at the store, along with a gold shiny thong to contain my genitals. “Wait for me to call for you. Don’t you come a minute sooner!” She was in a wildly lusty mood that night and I was thrilled to be asked to come for the ride.

“Anything you say, my dirty little Devil.” I twirled the gold thong around my finger as I strolled out of our bedroom to the sound of Eva laughing.

It didn’t take me long to get out of my clothes and put on the gold thong-pouch. Putting on the cock ring was a little tricky, but I got the hang of it. It made the base of my cock and scrotum feel weird, probably because I was flaccid. Engorged would hopefully feel better.

It took about twenty minutes to get summoned. “Come here, lover Bear! Your Devil Woman is waiting for you!” We were both in one hell of a mood that night.

“Coming…well, not yet!” I called back as I made my way back to our bedroom wearing only that gold shiny thong and the cock ring underneath it. Eva was standing by the side of the bed, and the outfit she wore got a rise out of me immediately. Some of the items she had for years, but a few were new. A soft leather bra and tiny panty set (new), with little zippers over the nipples and over her pussy. A thick style garter belt with smooth nylon stockings attached with lace at the top (old). And she still had on the spike heel ankle boots she wore all evening (old, obviously). Heavy eye shadow and bright red lipstick. She looked like one of the women from the Swedish Erotica videos we liked to watch together, down to the blue scarf around her neck. “Holy shit! All we need is a video camera!”

“Oh, we should have thought of that!” Eva said with a joyful smile. “Next time we’ll make our very own dirty movie…for us alone, of course!”

My dick was hard like petrified wood by the time I got within inches of my sex goddess. The head was trying to peek over the top and I could feel the grip of the cock ring around the base of my member and around the top of my ball sac. Suddenly, that felt great.

We stood inches apart and the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. We both were too nervous to make the first move, but I had to do something. “You’re my sexy bitch tonight” I said with uncontained lust. “All fucking mine.”

“You bet your cute, hairy ass I am. And you’re my perverted stud. Do you like my new bra and panties?” Eva said as she traced her hands along her body.

“Like you have to ask. I just have to know one thing: did you buy those when you were out with your mother that day?”

Eva tilted her head back and laughed and her cheeks went bright red. “Yes I did. She was very encouraging. And I won’t tell you what she bought to wear for my father!”

“You’re a sick little Devil. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at your parents the same way again.” I smiled at her with some embarrassment.

“Think about it from my point of view. Now, do you want to talk about my parents? Or do you want to fuck me until I can’t walk right?”

My dirty Angel. “I vote for fucking. Come here, you” I growled as I pulled her to me and we kissed like it was about to be banned. Our lips and tongues were moving in the dance we’d been practicing for the majority of our lives. Our hands were all over each other as I got to feel Eva’s leather lingerie as well as the smooth nylon on her legs. She teased my shaft and glans in my little pouch that was doing precious little to contain my throbbing bulge. Her fingers were tickling my balls through the gold lame (lam-A) and she could feel the plastic of the ring clamped around my dick and scrotum. I let out a loud whimper as my dick strained and twitched.

In the meantime I molested her tits with one hand and the other pushed up on her pussy under the leather and metal zipper. “Get on the bed with me” Eva gasped as we made our way onto the mattress. She kissed my neck and my arm as I did the same to her, even going under her arm, making her giggle and shudder at the same time. “OH! That feels amazing!” I bit softly right at the bulge of muscle under her arm as Eva grabbed the hair at the back of my head, then tilted my head to kiss me hard.

I was rubbing my dick with the head sticking out on her nylons which sent shivers throughout my body. “You sexy bitch” I grunted in her mouth as I mauled her tits. I had to unzip her to let her nipples free because I had to suck them. I did the right first and sucked it hard while I pulled down the left.

“Do it, you dirty bastard. You dirty fucker. Suck on my hard fucking nipples! Oh FUCK!” she cried out as I bit down a little harder than usual. “Don’t ignore my cunt!” I pulled down that zipper and jammed two fingers into her slick snatch, all the way up to my knuckles as Eva roughly rubbed all around the head of my dick. That cock ring had me harder than ever before, with blood filling my dick so it was a medium purple.

“God Fucking Damn!” I grunted as I licked her ear. We were on fire in a way we hadn’t been in a long time, and we always thought our sex lives were pretty great. I rolled on my back. pulling her on top of me, and then I felt the two vibrators under me on the bed. The pink one with studs and the clear one with the little rabbit type ears. Fuck, we were really going to play.

Eva moved so we were 69ing and then rolled onto her back so my cock, now fully out of the thong, was hovering over her face. “Eat my pussy” she grunted lustily. “Use that clear monster on my pussy, then stick it in my ass. Do whatever you want to me!”

“You do the same, babe. Do what ever you can to me too!” My incredibly swollen dick and balls were in her face and she licked me all over lick melting ice cream. I slobbered all over her soaked sex, licking and poking her hole while I turned on the vibrator and ran it all over her lower tummy. That gave her a small orgasm right away. She sucked the head of my dick, tight and purple, and her nails scraped the back of my thighs and my ass cheeks. Then, as slid that buzzing toy into her sloppy cunt, Eva spanked me, hard. I yelled into her pussy and my body shook. “More! Do it again!” I called out and I felt her small hand smack my ass again….and again. She kept spanking me while I fucked her mouth. Eva let my cock slip into her throat and if it wasn’t for that cock ring, I would have cum by then.

Eva pulled me out of her mouth and moaned while she jerked my wet dick. “You are such a naughty fucker! What you’re doing to me……” Her body spasmed as i sunk the buzzing toy deeper into her pussy so the little ears were slapping both sides of her throbbing clit. I couldn’t feel anything going on at my end while she came and kept cumming. Then, while her mouth covered the head of my cock again, I felt the other toy going up and down the crack of my ass, though not penetrating me. My hips flexed wildly as my cock shook wildly in and out of her hungry mouth. Her other hand held my prick still while her tongue lashed all around the head and she kept moving the vibrator up and down my ass. “Should I put it inside you, my dirty man? Think you can take it?”

I didn’t know what to say. Eva had stuck her fingers in my ass many times but never anything bigger or thicker than her digit. I still had the other toy in her pussy and her lower body was shaking and I made a quick decision. “Just a little bit, Devil. Just a little….” I didn’t finish as I felt the wet tip push a little into my tight pucker. I cried out from a little pain and a lot of pleasure. “Fuck me!” I whimpered as I felt an inch or so of the plastic in my ass, buzzing away.

“Fuck my ass too! Put that fucking thing into my ass, you fucker!” Eva pulled her legs back, opening her ass for me, and I pushed the thick head slowly past her tight little ring as I licked away at her clit. Eva went wild under me as I felt the first row of bumps at the entrance to my ass while she sucked and pumped my dick. That did it for me and I thrust deep into her mouth, gagging her as I exploded a gusher of my semen into her mouth, some of it swallowed, some spilling out the sides and down down her cheeks. She never stopped sucking, even as she came again, and I kept licking her as long as I could. Finally I couldn’t do it any more and I just rolled on my side, breathing hard and feeling a little sore. Thanks to the ring, my dick was still hard and thick. I pulled out the vibrator from her ass and Eva also gasped with relief.

“I’ve never felt ANYTHING like that!” I cried out. “I feel well fucked” and we both laughed, nervous, spent and shaking. Her leather panties were a mess from her creamy discharge and I knew her face was much the same. My face was pretty well soaked as well.

“Wow! Who would have thought after all these years we’d still have worlds of pleasure to explore?” Eva said, her voice hoarse but very happy. I managed to turn around and we shared a bunch of sloppy wet kisses. My juices, her juices, all mingling on out tongue and faces. “I’d be willing to be none of our friends have ever done anything like that to each other, but I don’t know how we’d go about finding out.” We laughed together as we did so often.

“It’s not exactly something that comes up in conversation” I added as I put my arms around her. “Hey, Larry, you ever let Patty fuck your ass with a vibrator? It’s fucking awesome!” We howled with laughter. Our best friends were devoutly Catholic and pretty straight laced. Still, you never knew….

“I don’t think I could ask Patty anything like that. But who knows? Maybe they like for her to strap on a dildo and pound him until he begs for mercy!” More laughter as we kept kissing. I had to get up and get us a wet, warm towel while Eva got us something cold to drink. By then it was midnight and even though we had to leave for home the next day, we were in no rush to go to sleep. And with that plastic ring around my cock and balls, I was still pretty hard. Eva held it lovingly and said “It would be a shame to waste this wonderful tool. Think you’re up to fucking me?” She batted her eyes and I chuckled.

“Angel, I feel like I could move mountains for you tonight.” I slapped my dick on her tummy and Eva moaned like it was the best thing she ever felt.”

“Just be a little gentle, Bear. That vibrator left me a little swollen. But still horny.” She stroked me in her hot little hand and I was fully tumescent again. “I still have something else I want to try.” She gave me a wicked smile.

“I don’t know what else I’m up for tonight, but go for it, Angel.”

“My fun, sexy Bear. This might take a little maneuvering.” Eva had me on my back, then she lifted my legs, wide apart. She moved so her legs were inside mine, her feet past my upper legs, and he held my legs way back as she squatted on my cock wile on her feet with her legs bent. She still had the bra and panties on, and the position put even more pressure on my cock with the ring still on as well. My dick was swollen thicker than ever before as she started riding me, pounding her pussy up and down as I held her thighs and reached to try to grab her ass.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck your nasty fucker” I cried out. My legs were kind of tired but I was feeling so much pleasure I didn’t give a damn. I smacked her thighs and Eva grunted with each slap and every thrust. “Cum all over my dick!”

“Yes, Yes YES!!!” she yelled as her pussy gripped me over and over. Eva came quickly and hard, but between my recent climax and the way the ring kind of desensitized my cock, I couldn’t get off. I wanted to give her what she craved but I couldn’t get there.

Eva seemed to understand and, after she was sated, she climbed off and let my legs down. Then she took the ring off and my aching dick felt relief from the easing of the pressure. “I’ll get you there, my sweet Bear. Just relax now and let me take good care of you.”

Eva got between my legs and, after taking her bra off, rubbed my wet, slick cock all over her chest. She wasn’t big enough on top to titty fuck me but her breasts were still soft and wonderful, just like they were when we met, and rubbing my bone all over her chest had the desired effect. It wasn’t long before my balls pulled tight and I spurt my final load of the night on her lovely breasts. Drops of pearl white cum clung to her skin until she grabbed the towel and cleaned her chest and then my cock and balls. Then she got out of the rest of her lingerie and she crawled into my arms and snuggled against my chin and chest, sweaty as we were.

“I know we should clean up and brush our teeth” I said, exhausted. “But I don’t have the energy to get up, my lovely Angel.”

She kissed my chest and said softly “I feel the same way. One time won’t destroy our teeth. We’ll brush extra in the morning. Thank you for an incredible night, my sexy Bear. That was nothing less than incredible. I love you my darling.”

“I agree. We’ve still got it, baby.” We chuckled, very tired but blissfully happy. “I love you too, Angel. Forever.”

I don’t know if Eva heard all that. She was breathing deep and steady by then and I was seconds behind her.

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After a few days back home to settle in, do a large food shopping and get some things done around the house, we drove up to Tanglewood early in the morning. We were due by 11 to see our daughter first, then a lunch for everyone followed by a recital by the children before being dismissed at 3, just in time for a long ride home. I let Eva drive up so I’d be reasonably fresh for the drive home.

We got there a little early and Rachel was waiting near the parking area like a lot of the younger children were doing. “Mommy, Daddy” she screamed before running for a hug and kiss from Eva first, and then I picked her up and twirled her around, giving her my own hug and kiss. “Wow, I think they fed you too much! You must have grown at least six inches and thirty pounds!” She actually grew maybe an inch and a couple of pounds, but she was still in good shape and she giggled at the minor joke. We were all a crying a little from the reunion until I finally let her back down.

“Come meet my counselors and my music teacher!” She dragged us along to a shady area and there we met Mrs. Silver, her music teacher, as well as Judy and Sandra, her counselor and junior counselor, respectively. We shook hands all around and her counselors told us what a joy it was to have Rachel in their group, how well behaved she was (the usual sucking up, but Eva and I loved hearing it) and then we had a more in depth talk with Mrs. Silver. She brought us over to talk with Ben Aguilla, the music director.

They had us sit down with them and they told us, with great pleasure, that Rachel was a real music prodigy. I mean, we knew it, we knew it from her music teacher at home, but these were real professional musicians and long time teachers telling us.

“Mr. and Mrs. Grossman, Rachel has real talent. It’s hard to know how her singing voice will turn out after she goes through puberty, but she is excellent on the guitar and one of the finest natural talents we’ve had in a couple of years on the piano. You must keep up her music lessons, send her back here every summer if you can, and, when the time comes, she should try out for Julliard or a similar school. She has perfect pitch and she’s also excellent in math which means she naturally understands things like progressions, key changes, octave changes, etc. And she can compose, not just play music. Pretty well, considering her age.”

Eva and I held hands and our hearts skipped a few beats. It’s not often people hear that their child is a true prodigy at seven years old. We were thrilled for Rachel, and relieved we had the resources to help her develop her innate talent. A lot of children aren’t so lucky. The various music lessons involved would cost a small fortune.

After we thanked Mrs. Silver and Mr. Aguilla, we joined Rachel’s group and the other parents for lunch and then she went with the others to prepare for the recital. There were group selections in jazz and classical music and Rachel was the pianist in an under-10 ensemble playing Schubert (I don’t remember what; I’m not big into classical music) and our Rachel had this solo section and she nailed it. Eva and I both smiled with the deepest sense of pride you can imagine. We were like the parents of a virtuoso performing her first recital at Carnegie Hall. The look of concentration on Rachels’ face was incredible. Just a short time before she had been laughing and easygoing with the friends she made, and then we she was a mass of concentration.

After the concert we found her and she was back to a smiling, cheerful child. It was amazing how she could turn it on and off like that. Then it was time to say goodbye to her new friends, a tearful experience, and we thanked her teacher and counselors with firm handshakes and envelopes with generous tips.

On the drive home, Rachel almost didn’t stop talking about how great a time she had at camp. Her mother and I could barely get our questions in. Not that we needed to; she told us so much she covered every question we had. Except one.

Crossing from New York into New Jersey, Eva managed to ask her “Rachel, did you find time to miss us at all?”

Rachel looked hurt. “Mommy, of course I did! Every day! I missed getting tucked in by you and Daddy! I missed hugging you both. I had a lot of fun. But nothing is better than when you love me.”

Eva turned beet red. I asked her “Was that the answer you expected?” I reached across between the seats and held her hand. The rest of the ride we did get to ask some specific questions, ascertaining Rachel’s interest in serious music lessons, lessons that would take up hours every week, plus practicing, plus homework. She understood it would mean less time with her friends after school, but Rachel wanted to learn music over everything else.

Cammy met us for dinner and practically gobbled up her niece. We took Rachel out for her favorite, a greasy burger place in Villanova. It was popular with the students but quiet during the summer, so getting a table was no problem. By the time we got home afterwards, our sweet girl was pooped. She didn’t even have the energy to play guitar with me and sing.

After Eva got her in bed, Cammy stuck around to talk for a little while. “So, I have some news” she started off. “I met someone, someone who I think is going to be very special. But he’s not like anyone I’ve been with before.”

Eva said “All right, so, tell us. What’s his name and what does he do?”

“His name is Kyle and he manages a breakfast and lunch counter by where I work. I see him every morning when I get my coffee and bagel, and we often order lunch from there for the office. We got to chatting over the last couple of months, though I’ve seen him there for a few years. We’ve been out a number of times over the last few months, even while I was seeing Howard. But I like Kyle so much. He’s handsome, funny as hell, and he is so sweet and he treats me like gold. Like my big brother would.” Her eyes and face were smiling wide.

I asked “He manages a restaurant? Do you have a lot to talk about when you’re together?”

“More than you’d think. He went to Lehigh for two years but had to leave to help his father when he got sick. After he died, Kyle just didn’t have the money to go back, so he’s been working full time and saving money. He’s smart. He’s got a couple of hundred books in his apartment, all over the place, and he’s read them all. We have plenty to talk about. When we talk” Cammy said with a twinkle in her eye. This time I laughed with her and Eva.

“Cammy,” I asked, leaning closer to her, “I have just one question: does he treat you right? The way you deserve to be treated?”

“He’s better than any man I’ve met since Eric. He’s gentle and loving. And he has such a good heart. I don’t give a damn that he works in a counter type place. He’s a good man. And I think I love him.”

Cammy looked at us like she was seeking our approval, not that she needed it. Eva and I looked at each other, having one of our silent conversations. Then she told Cammy “Sweetie, if you’re happy, we’re happy. We don’t care if he’s a neurosurgeon or a garbageman. As long as he’s good to you and you care for him. It’s not like you need him to support you. He can support himself, right?”

“Of course. He has a small apartment, but I looked into him, just in case. A girl has to be careful these days. He’s not deep in debt, no criminal record. He’s a good man, Eva. Very easy to love, like another man I know.” She held my hand tightly in her own and squeezed. I smiled at my sweetheart of a sister.

“Cammy, the only thing I have to say is be happy. And bring him around sometime. We’d love to meet him. Aside from Parents Weekend in two weeks, we’ll be around the rest of the summer, here or at the beach. You’re always welcome. With Kyle if you want.”

Cammy got up and hugged me tight. “Thanks, Jon. I always could count on you. Both of you. He knows all about you both, plus Connor and Rachel, and he’s dying to meet all of you.”

“Bring him to the beach next weekend if you like. We’ll have a nice time of it. Can he get away on weekends?”

“Actually, weekends are perfect for him. His restaurant is closed on the weekend. It’s down by all the offices downtown, so there’s not much business Saturday or Sunday.”

Cammy brought him to meet us the following weekend and we all hit it off like old friends. Kyle was everything she raved about and more. He was kind of quiet, he was gentle with Cammy as well as affectionate. Rachel took to him immediately, and he took her swimming when the three of us needed a break. And Cammy was right, he was incredibly handsome with a washboard stomach, dark hair and eyes, and a touch of scruffiness that was very masculine. Shit, if I had been a woman I’d have been interested.

Saturday night, after we all turned in, I said to Eva “So, what do we think? Is he the one for Cammy?”