Eva

Sorry I’ve slowed down a bit recently; I’m having some health issues and it’s making it harder to concentrate on my writing. This chapter is a difficult one to write, as our newlyweds are facing a very trying time right off the bat. But I think true love will prevail!

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Over the next two days much had to be done between dad and me. We called to rent 18 folding chairs for the week. We brought in two women to really clean everything spic and span; it had been getting a little messy with all the people and everything that had to be done for my mom. Dad, Cammy and I had to go to the bank to change some accounts, while Eva held the fort at home. Things that just eat at you when you lose someone so vital in your life.

In the afternoons on Friday and Saturday, people stopped by informally, close friends and some family. Eva, God bless her, kept running the household things, cooking, keeping track of condolence cards, the little things that make a house run. We couldn’t have gotten by so well without her. But I also felt guilty laying it all on her. She wasn’t my wife two weeks yet and all this was falling on her. Her mom and my aunt Annette helped out, but it wasn’t fair at all to Eva.

Saturday night, before the funeral, we were lying in bed, kind of squished together. My bed was a full size, not ideal for a couple to sleep in every night. Not that we minded being so close. We were quiet, thinking about the next day; it was hard to not think about it. Maybe it was how close we were in bed, the scent of the perfume she had put on that morning that still lingered on her neck…whatever it was, she was my wife and my love and I wanted her. I needed her. So I started tracking her neck and shoulders very lightly with the tips of my fingers, sending shivers down her spine.

“Bear, what are you doing? You know what that does to me?”

“Yes I do. Can’t you tell? I’m seducing my wife. My wife…I could say that a thousand times a day, thinking about you.”

“Not that I’m not appreciative and I’m certainly in the mood, but do you think we should tonight?”

“My Angel, I want you. I want my wife. I want to take care of you because I love you so much and I am so thankful for your place in our lives. You’re making things a little easier on all of us. If I believed in god, I’d say you were a gift from God. I really want to do this, honey. For the next week, during Shiva, no sex. Nothing that feels good. Besides, I’m going to be growing a beard- no shaving- and you might not find me so attractive during the next month. (No grooming was supposed to be allowed during the month of mourning, but no way would any of us not shower every day. That was just too much to ask of us.)

“I’d find you handsome looking like a grizzly bear.” She turned on her side, facing me, and we touched each others cheeks. “Are you sure, Bear? We have to be pretty quiet.” She nodded her head to the wall over our heads. Cammy’s bedroom was on the other side of that wall.

“We can be quiet. But I want you, honey. I need you. And I need to be good to you.”

Eva kissed me, a long, soft kiss that thrilled me all over. “My big, handsome Bear. You’re always good to me, since the afternoon we met. Not yet a year ago. It’s been the best year of my life. Except for right now. I’m glad I could be here for you and your family.” Another big kiss. “Now make love to your wife, husband. I love saying that too.”

We didn’t need to get naked. Her panties came off, as did my briefs, we both left our tops on and we kissed with deep desire. Eva truly turned me on through my mind and my soul, the best way to arouse someone. I was hard in no time and when I touched her pussy, her moisture was already forming. She bit her lip as my fingers glided along her labia as she tried to suppress the loudest of her moans. Then she wrapped her right hand around my shaft and did the equivalent to me of what I was doing to her. A light but very arousing touch all along my cock, with her thumb doing special things to the head. I also had to try to suppress the loudest of my sounds.

We kissed harder, our lips and tongues made wet sounds that filled the small room (too small for two people, really) as Eva rolled on her back, bringing me with her so my knees were between her open legs and my cock was aimed at it’s home. We kept kissing, the best way to stifle our loudest sounds, as my cock touched her pussy and then passed through her opening into her depths. Eva let out a louder moan as I bottomed out inside her and she lifted her ass off the bed, trying to get every millimeter of me inside her pussy. Her legs, not long but very shapely, wrapped around my upper thighs and held me still. “Stay like this, Bear” she said staring up into my brown eyes. “Just like this. It’s tantric, making love without much motion. Let’s see how long we can do this.” To make her point, she pushed down on my dick with her muscles and it was my turn to moan louder than I wanted to.

“Angel, that’s so intense” I grunted, trying to keep my voice down. “You want me to stay totally still?”

Her eyes were glassy with lust. As softly as she could, Eva said “Not completely still. You know what you can do…”

I did. I tensed up my body and flexed my cock inside her pussy. She shuddered and her fingers dug into my arms, leaving marks from her nails. That pain just heightened the pleasure I was feeling, I leaned down and took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked it hard before using my teeth, just the right amount, and Eva had to choke back a cry before she grabbed my hair and pulled my lips to hers.

We were having an amazing time, our minds distracted from our troubles. Eva wen through a few orgasms, but not a big one; that she was saving for the end, with me. And we had to get there. Maybe a different night we could experiment and see how long we could make that last, but not that night.

I kissed her and whispered “Angel, I think it’s time.” She could see the heat in my eyes.

“I know, Bear. It’s time.” Eva relaxed her legs, allowing me to move. By then we were both so worked up it only took a couple of minutes. I thrust in and out of what was now a very, very wet and warm home for my cock.

“Angel…”

“Me too…” We came together, a very powerful climax that made us groan, but we kept enough control to keep from being too emotive. We hoped. It was just what we needed.

We were laying in the dark, just some light peeking in from the side of the blinds on my window from the streetlights. We held each other tight, sharing occasional kisses, then got our underwear back on.

“Thank you, Angel. You are always just what I need. I love you.”

“You’re what I need as well, Bear. And you never have to thank me for doing and saying things that show how much I love you. And I do love you. Very much. Now, we’d better get some sleep. The next few days are going to be hard on you, my love.” She kissed me and then held me from behind. I loved when she spooned me, her soft breasts caressing my back and her warm groin on my butt. Her lips tickled my neck and I squirmed in pleasure.

“Good night, Angel. I love you with all my heart.”

“I love you too, Bear. Always. Go to sleep.”

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Sunday. The worst day of our lives. We had to be at the funeral home at 9:30 for when the guests started arriving at 10, the service at 11, then to the cemetery for a noon burial. And then back to the house to start the Jewish mourning ritual of Shiva. Dad, Cammy, aunt Annette and me would have to sit on cardboard boxes, walk around in stocking feet. Mirrors would all be covered with sheets. People would be in and out and more food than we could eat in 3 months would be delivered.

We got up early and, to save some time, I took my shower in my dad’s- not mom and dads anymore- bathroom when he was done while Eva and Cammy took turns in the other bath. When we came downstairs to have coffee and a light bite to eat, dad had two jewelry boxes with him. We had about a half hour before the limousine was to pick us up. Dad and I were in dark suits and Eva and Cammy in black dresses. Seeing Cammy like that both made me proud and miserable. She looked so grown up, wearing black hosiery and a two-inch heel. Then dad sat next to her. “Camilla, your mother wanted you to have this one day. We thought it would be a long time from now, maybe when you turned eighteen, but you’re the lady of the house now.” He pushed it to her and Cammy opened it with trembling lips. It was out mother’s strand of natural pearls. Cammy fell apart in tears and ran upstairs to her room.

Dad and I were unsure of what to say. “Let me talk to her” Eva said, fitting into the role of Cammy’s big sister. She went upstairs and dad and I sat at the table feeling miserable. My aunt and uncle arrived with my cousins and they had coffee (not my little cousins of course) and we told aunt Annette what was going on. Ten minutes later Eva and Cammy came downstairs and we could see my sister was doing a little better. My wife the miracle worker.

Dad helped put the pearls on my sister and in an instant she made the transformation from looking like an adult to actually being an adult. I’d never look at her the same way again.

She stood in front of me, a beautiful young woman. “Jon, how do I look? Do they look good on me?”

“Sweetheart, you look amazing. You’re not my baby sister anymore. You’re a grown woman. Not my Cammy anymore. Mom would be so proud.” I hugged her tight.

“Jon, I’m always your little sister. And you and Eva can call me Cammy…but no one else. Just you, and your wife. My sister.” We shared a few tears, not sobs but gentle and accepting.

It was almost time for the limo but first, dad handed Eva the other box, a more square shape. “Eva, my daughter in law, Carol wanted you to have this. I hope you’ll love it. She thought of you almost like a daughter.” Eva’s eyes were full of tears as she opened the box. Inside was a porcelain cameo pin, a profile of a woman in white on a black background with a gold border. It was very old and lovely.

I helped pin it to her dress and Camilla hugged her. “My big sister.” They clung to each other, like real sisters. Then Eva hugged my dad and thanked him for making her feel so welcome. Then me, the best for last, so to speak.

“I love this pin. It’s so lovely. But I love your family even more. And you more than anything.” We held on like that, the most bittersweet of moments, until we heard a horn honking from outside. It was time. We dried our eyes and everyone got into their coats except my uncle, who was staying behind to oversee deliveries and the covering of mirrors (you’re not supposed to be concerned about you physical appearance during the mourning period in Judaism). We got into the limo and to the funeral home.

The rest of that day was a bit of a blur. Between all our various friends and family, there were well over a hundred people at the funeral home to pay respects and for the service. A Rabbi did a nice speech for her memory, then we had the internment at the cemetery, a very hard time with a lot of crying. Dad and I held Cammy’s hands and I held Eva’s on the other side. I could barely stand to see mom’s casket lowered into the ground, then everyone except for Cammy and I helped shovel dirt onto her coffin (children aren’t supposed to do that, a blessing for everyone else). Then we had to leave mom behind. That’s certainly what it felt like as we got back in the limo and many cars followed us back to the house.

People were in and out, especially that first day. Lots of food was delivered and people helped themselves. While the four of us (me, dad, Camilla and our aunt) sat on the boxes and received condolences from so many people, Eva and her mom were amazing, serving as hosts, keeping things organized, helping anyone who needed to find food or drinks. We were newly married and she stepped right into this role, something she shouldn’t have had to do, like she was born to it. She wasn’t just my love and my wife; she was family.

After a while some of my moms friends took over and Eva was able to sit with us, next to me, on a chair. That box was killing my back and my ass. It’s supposed to remind us that the primary mourners, the family, is “low” in our emotions. But it’s damned painful too, and that’s also a part of it, to remind us of the pain we’re in.

About 5PM, Adrienne came in with her parents. I hadn’t seen her in months, she hadn’t been at my wedding, though her parents were. Things had just been too difficult, too ugly the last time I saw her. I felt bad not inviting her to the wedding. But honestly, I was glad to see her at the Shiva. No friend was unwelcome.

She came over to us and after hugging Camilla and my father, she gave me a big hug, leaking tears as we held each other. “Jon, I am so, so sorry. I loved your mom so much.”

“I know, Ade. She loved you too. How are you doing these days?” Eva looked on, not worried, but a little uncomfortable.

Adrienne turned to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I’m ok, I guess, Holding on. Hi Eva. I know it’s not the best time to say this, but congratulations to both of you on your wedding. I’m happy for you both. Really.”

“Thanks, Adrienne. I appreciate it, a lot.”

We stood there, then Adrienne said “Is there any place we can talk? The three of us? Just for a little while.” I asked my dad if he minded if the three of us went down to the basement for a little while and he told me to go ahead, just not too long. The three of us went down to the finished basement and sat together, three teens all in formal black. It was a little surreal.

“Jon, Eva, I want to apologize to both of you. I behaved so inappropriately with you, Jon, and I disrespected you, Eva. I’ve been going to a psychiatrist and I’m taking medication and I’m feeling better. I don’t fully understand why I behaved the way I did. It was terrible of me.”

I spoke next. “Ade, if you were sick, you’re not responsible. It’s no different than if you had the flu or diabetes. The only thing that matters is you’re getting well now.” I held her hand with one of mine.

Eva then said “Adrienne, thank you for your apology, but like Jon said, it’s not necessary. I would like you both to stay friends. And maybe you and I can be friends too. Anyone who’s important to Jon is important to me. Once we get past things here, Jon and I have to figure out what our next step it, whether we go back to Binghamton or transfer to Queens college and find an apartment here. Wherever we settle, you’ll be welcome to visit us. I mean that.”

We sat quietly. There was, despite the caring words, a heavy curtain between me and Eva and Adrienne. It was there, would always be there, and I knew somehow in my heart my friendship with Adrienne was really over. There was just too much discomfort there, even during my mourning period, when my dearest friend should have been close to me. Whatever we had was gone. I wasn’t going to dwell on it then, I couldn’t, but over time it would hurt deeply.

We made small talk for a few more minutes and then I had to return to my family. We went back upstairs, I took my place on the box again and the parade of mourners and food kept coming. For the entire week, we sat like that, people came to pay their respects (evenings were busier than daytime) and kind of numbly we went through this old ritual. At night Eva and I slept together in a loving way, but not sexual. We held and kissed each other, which was difficult when you’re young, in love, newly married and can’t go any further. But we were disciplined and resisted our natural desires.

Shiva ended Friday, a little less than a week, due to the Jewish sabbath, which started Friday sundown. The tradition was to sit for one hour in the morning, some men came over to say traditional mourning prayers (called Kaddish, which were said every day) and that was it. Mourning continued for the rest of the 30 days, but the Shiva was over. And as much as a relief as it was to be over, it was also hard with no one coming over and mom’s absence from our lives was felt in a huge way.

That night, we just sat around, trying to find our new normal life. We watched some programs on TV, me, Eva, Cammy and dad, but we were all feeling lost. Cammy especially was hurting, crying suddenly into dad’s arms. But he didn’t seem to have it in him to deal with it; his arm around her seemed perfunctory. Cammy could sense it, too. She left his arm and came over to me and I held her the way she needed, like a parent would. I stroked her hair and kissed her head and just comforted her.

I was worried about my dad more than my sister. Cammy was going through normal grief, sad but feeling her feelings. Same with me, and I had Eva to comfort me. But dad…he just seemed completely distant. Like he was in his own little world. I understood how he felt, to some degree. But he still had children to take care of. At least, he was still responsible for Camilla. She lost one parent; she couldn’t be left with an absentee father. I hoped in a short time he’d snap out of it.

That night Eva and I were laying in bed, close as always. She knew I wasn’t quite up to anything more than cuddling together and I loved her for understanding. Besides, we had some things to talk over.

“Honey, we have to start thinking about school in the Fall. Are we going back to Binghamton or are we transferring here? We need to figure it out. If we’re staying, we need to start looking for a place to live next month.”

“Jon, I don’t think there’s much to talk about. Your father and sister need us close to home. I think we have to transfer.”

“Honey, I don’t want to take your chance for a degree from Binghamton away from you. Maybe we should get the marriage annulled so you aren’t tied down like this.”

She was very silent, not even moving, barely breathing. “Jon, you’re really an ass sometimes. You asked me to marry you and I said yes because I love you more than anything. We did a quick wedding because it was the right thing to do, to not only make your mother happy, but because we love each other and want to be together, right? Getting a degree from Binghamton means nothing compared to being together for the rest of our lives. A Queens College degree is also very prestigious. But that doesn’t matter. I’m your wife and I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here, even if we have to live in this house. Unless you kick me out.” Her eyes were tearing up with hurt. She was right, I really could be an ass.

“Angel, I’m sorry. And I am so grateful for you. You made the last couple of months bearable, not because you had to, because you wanted to. I love you too. I just don’t want to take away your future.”

“You are my future, Bear. There is no way I could meet anyone who I could love like you. So shut up about stupid things like annulment. I’m your wife for life.” We kissed, sweet soft kisses. I thought to myself even in the middle of terrible pain, life can be so good. So, so good.

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During the rest of the month, Eva and I talked more to be sure about our next move. My dad’s behavior was becoming more disturbing as he started drinking every night at home. A few drinks turned into five or six. By the end of the mourning period, he was putting away half a bottle of Jack Daniels every night. And he wouldn’t talk about it. Not to me, not to Eva, not to Harold. I got so worried I called my Uncle Phil and a few of dad’s friends. No one could get through to him. He kept saying he was fine, he could handle it.

Eva and I registered for Fall classes at Queens College, but we delayed looking for our own apartment. It wasn’t that we couldn’t afford it: between her inheritance from her grandmother, the insurance money my mom left for me (Cammy and I each got 50K, Cammy’s left in trust until her eighteenth birthday) plus the money set aside for each of our education from our parents AND the fact that back then the City College system in New York City was almost free, money for an apartment wouldn’t be a problem. But with my dad’s rapid descent into alcoholism, there was no way we could leave Cammy alone with him. The situation was having a deleterious effect on our relationship. We had little privacy and we had to try to keep the household together.

The effect of dad’s drinking on Cammy was devastating. She was terrified to see him get stupid drunk every night. I got a call from her school one day to come and get her (I was now the emergency contact); she broke down in a terrible crying fit in one of her classes and the nurse couldn’t get her to stop. Eva and I picked her up and I called her pediatrician for an emergency appointment.

After examining her, Dr. Krause, who had been my pediatrician when I was a child as well, took Eva and me into her office while her nurse stayed with Cammy. She didn’t mince words. “Jon, Mrs. Grossman” she addressed Eva, “first of all, congratulations on your wedding. I hope you have a lifetime of happiness together.” We automatically reached for each other’s hands and held on while she talked. “Now as to your sister. She says things are very bad at home, that your father is drinking a lot, every day, since your mother died.”

“She’s right, doctor. Since the end of my moms Shiva, he’s been drinking more and more. It’s been six weeks now and he’s already up to a half a bottle of whiskey a day. He looks like hell, I don’t know what’s going on with him at work, but I’d be willing to bet he’s messing up things. And if he is, their tolerance for it has to be limited, despite his years at his firm and the fact he just lost his wife. Worst of all is how it’s hurting Camilla. Eva and I are so scared for her.”

Dr. Krause leaned back and looked at us both for a moment or two. “And how about how it’s affecting the two of you? You shouldn’t have to be dealing with this after just getting married. Or at all, really. I’m not your doctor anymore, but I know you since you were an infant. I don’t stop caring about people just because they age out of my practice. So I’m worried about you and Camilla. And Eva, you as well. You seem like a lovely young woman and your dedication to Jon and Camilla is very impressive.”

“Thank you, doctor. I knew what I wanted when Jon and I got married. For better or worse, though I wish some things were better. I love Jon, I love his family and I adore Camilla.”

Doctor Krause smiled warmly. She was over 60, she practiced medicine at a time when there were few female doctors, and she had a great bedside manner. You have to to treat children, or at least you should. I always trusted her, my parents trusted her and Camilla felt comfortable with her. “Well, I’m happy to hear that. I’ve known Mr. and Mrs. Grossman for almost 20 years, may she rest in peace. Your family has been through something terrible and I’m sorry your father is in such torment. Do you mind if I stop by tonight to talk to him, Jon? About 7? Maybe I can get him to see beyond whatever is torturing him inside. But if I can’t, Camilla can’t stay in that environment. You shouldn’t either, but you’re both over eighteen, free to make your choices. You might have to consider going to family court to remove Camilla and take legal guardianship of her. Is that something you would be prepared to do if necessary? You shouldn’t answer now; you should talk about it and think it over.”

I looked at Eva and what we were thinking passed between us in a second. She nodded slightly and the decision was made. “Doctor Krause, we already know. We’ll do whatever we have to for Camilla. She’s my sister and I adore her, and she and Eva think of each other as sisters as well. We’ll take care of her if it comes to that. We’re sure as hell not letting her end up in foster care.”

Doctor Krause kept smiling at us. “You were a good child, and I knew you’d grow into a good man. And you found the right partner, someone as special as you are. All right, I prescribed a very mild sedative for Camilla; get it filled and keep it handy if she needs it. Don’t give it to her unless she needs it. And tell your father I’ll be stopping by tonight; we don’t want to blindside him.”

We thanked her and we picked up Cammy from the nurse. She was doing better; the nurse let her ‘help’ with some of the smaller children while she waited for us. It was a good distraction for my sister.

While Eva ran into the drug store to fill the prescription, I talked to Cammy. “So, how do you feel now, sis?”

“Silly. I’m going to be embarrassed at school tomorrow.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Your friends will understand, most of the other kids will as well. And anyone who doesn’t and gives you a hard time isn’t worth even thinking about.”

She was quiet. “Jon. I’m so sorry.”

I turned around from my drivers seat and looked at my hurting sister. “What are you sorry for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I worried you and I’m making things difficult for you and Eva.” Tears were forming in her eyes and dripping down her cheeks, already red with her previous sobbing.

“Let me tell you something, Cammy. You’re my sister and you’re my friend. You’ll always be both. And Eva feels the same way about you and she always will. She loves you just like a sister. And we both would do anything for you, just like we would for Will and Walt. You are not difficult. We’re going through a bad time, all of us. Dad…dad is sick, different from mom, but he’s still sick. We’re going to try to get him healthy again. Doctor Krause is coming over later to talk to him about getting help. But one thing you have to remember is you’ll never be alone, not in this family. There are a lot of people who love you, family and your friends. And it starts with me and Eva.”

She was still crying, but it was a healthy cry, not hysterics. Eva got back in the car, saw Cammy crying, and gave me a worried look. My own look back reassured her, as did my hand on hers. We went home, Cammy got cleaned up, and we ordered in a pizza while we waited for dad to get home.

He got home a little after six, as usual, said his perfunctory hello without asking what was going on with us, and went straight for the liquor cabinet. I said “Dad, before you start drinking, do you mind talking to us first? We have to tell you something.”

“OK, but I can have a drink while you tell me your news.” His dismissive attitude to everything but his drinking pissed me off big time. I was even angrier at him than I was when I caught him cheating on mom. Fuck it, he was going to listen to me. As he sat down on the couch, I took his glass away and calmly poured it down the kitchen sink. He looked at me with a stunned look. And before he could pour a new drink. I hurried to the cabinet and grabbed the two bottles of Jack and took them into the kitchen. “Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Give me my whiskey!”

“After you listen to me” I said with a very angry edge. “Camilla, go upstairs, please” I said.

“No. This is my concern too. I’m staying” she said defiantly, though her anger wasn’t directed at me, but to our father.

“OK, Cammy, you’re right. Dad, Camilla’s school called here today. Evidently, you couldn’t be found at work so they called here. Camilla was hysterical and it was because you’ve been a really shitty parent since mom died. You’re turning into a drunk and even worse, you’re indifferent to your family. Eva and I took her to doctor Krause, and she got things calmed down. But she’s coming here in about an hour to talk to you.” Then I took the edge off my voice. “Dad, please listen to her. We love you, all three of us. I know you’re in pain, we all are. We have to get through it together. And you have to stop drinking. We need a sober parent.”

All three of us looked at him pleadingly. He looked back defiantly. “Now can I have my drink?” I’d gotten nowhere with him. He was a stranger again, like those body snatcher movies. Whoever my father had been, what he had been, was gone.

“Fine, if that’s all you care about. Drink it all.” I slammed the bottles on the countertop and stormed out to the living room.

Cammy looked at him with hot anger. “I hate you!” she yelled. “Why don’t you just go away!” She ran upstairs to her room, crying again. Dad sat down to drink, and Eva and I felt despair. She didn’t deserve this at all. Despite what she said about better and worse, she couldn’t have conceived this to be the beginning of our life together. It was so unfair to her.

“I’ll go talk to Cammy” Eva said, kissing me briefly. “You stay here; the doctor should be here soon.” She went up and knocked on Cammy’s door before entering, leaving me alone with my father. I couldn’t even look at him.

By the time Dr. Krause got to our house, dad was already well on his way to being drunk. I gave her a look of resignation and despair. I shrugged my shoulders and showed her in.

“Hey Doctor” dad said with a pronounced slur. “How have you been?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Grossman. The question is how are you?” She sat down a few feet from dad and looked at him. Bloodshot eyes, slurred speech. The basic signs of drunkenness. None of the long term signs, like burst blood vessels in the nose or deep mental confusion. But he was far from well. “Mr. Grossman, are you drinking during your work day? Missing time at work because of drinking?” Non-judgmental, asking as a doctor assessing someone’s health.

“I don’t see how that’s your business” he answered with a gruff tone. “You’re not my doctor anyway.”

“No but I am Camilla’s doctor and I have a legal obligation to make sure she is in a safe, secure environment and from what I see, this is not a safe place for her to live and it’s causing her damage. She just lost her mother and she’s terrified of losing her father. So my question to you, Mr. Grossman, is do you care about your children enough to stop drinking? To check yourself into a program, get off the booze and start going to 12 step meetings, Alcoholics Anonymous? Because if you don’t, I can file a civil complaint in Family Court and have your parental rights removed. You want your daughter in Foster Care, in the system?” She looked at me, at the fear on my face, and shook her head slightly; she knew Eva and I would step up and apply for guardianship. But dad might not realize that in his current state. “I took an oath, Mr. Grossman. I will file for an Order of Removal of a Minor.”

Dad looked miserable, which was an improvement from his previous don’t give a shit attitude. “I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I want to. Jon, I miss your mother so much and I dishonored her last summer.” He was crying drunk now, feeling guilty, feeling something.

Dr. Krause looked at me to see if I knew what he was talking about and I briefly nodded my head. Being a very smart person herself, she figured out what dad was referring to (I’m sure as a pediatrician, she heard a lot about family problems due to infidelity). “Dad, I’m going to tell you something mom didn’t want you to know. I’m breaking my promise to her because you need to know this. Mom knew. She didn’t tell me how she knew, but she did, and she forgave you. She didn’t want me to tell you this, that she knew, but you need to know that she forgave you in her heart. She refused to die angry at you. So dad, maybe you can start forgiving yourself?” I discreetly took his drink away and moved it out of his reach.

He was crying his hurt out. One more small push. “Mr. Grossman,” Dr. Krause said, gently, “let me call your doctor and see about getting you into a rehabilitation program for twenty eight days. It will help you dry out safely, and you can start going to AA meetings. We’ll talk to your employer in a discreet manner. You need to do this for your kids, for Carol, god rest her soul, and you need to do this for yourself.”

Dad nodded his head in agreement and I hugged him hard, crying myself. I was doing a lot of that lately. Then I called up to Eva and Cammy and they came downstairs. “Jon,” my father whispered, “don’t tell your sister what I did to your mother. I’ll do it in time, but not tonight.” He looked at me, pleading and I squeezed his hand in agreement.

Cammy and Eva sat with us and dad said “Eva, first of all, I want to apologize for putting you in such a hard position as soon as you joined our family. It wasn’t fair to you or to Jon. And I’m going to have to ask you for a huge favor.” He turned to face Cammy and added “Sweetheart, I am so sorry for hurting you so badly, and for scaring you like this. And like I said to Eva, I’m going to have to ask for some more patience from you all. I have to go get some help and it’s going to take a while, about a month away from home. So I have to ask you, Jon and Eva, to look after things here and to take care of Camilla for a while. None of you deserves this, but I have to get help, and I need all your help to be a better father to you all.” Cammy hugged him even tighter than I did a few minutes before, holding him like she would never let go, but of course she did after a few minutes.

Eva took his hand and said “Abe, your apology is accepted. You do what you have to to get better; Jon and I will gladly look after Camilla. She’s like my sister anyway, and I’d do anything for her. And for Jon of course” she said with a kiss for me.

Dr. Krause said “Abe, I think we should check you into the hospital tonight because you don’t want to go through alcohol withdrawal without medical supervision. It’s much more dangerous than narcotics. You’re not a long time alcoholic but still, there are serious risks to going Cold Turkey. So I’ll take you to Bayside hospital if you’ll agree and get you checked in there until we find a place for you.” She looked dead serious and my dad, now fully coming to terms with his situation, agreed. “Jon, you, Eva and Camilla should stay home and get some rest. I’ll stay with Abe until he’s checked in.”

So it was decided. Dad packed a small bag and after tearful hugs and kisses, Dr. Krause took him to the hospital. We promised to come see him the next day and, after he left, the three of us kind of collapsed on the couch, exhausted from the long, stressful day. Cammy cuddled up to me on one side and Eva on the other. We were kind of numb, to tell the truth.

The next day was Friday, so I called dad’s job to call him out sick and I made an appointment to see his boss at 2PM. I had to tell him what my father was going through. Then I called Cammy’s school and called her out sick, assuring them she’d be back Monday. The three of us had breakfast and did cleaning, Eva the laundry and the kitchen and Cammy and I did the bathrooms and the living room and dining room. Then I poured every drop of alcohol in the house down the kitchen sink. God knew what the garbage men would think about all the empty liquor bottles and I sure didn’t care.

We all went to see dad in the hospital in the early afternoon, but we needn’t have. He was under sedation and was barely able to talk to us. Later that day we found out he was being admitted to a program in Astoria, about fifteen minutes away from home by car. We wouldn’t be allowed to see him once he was there for over a week, and wouldn’t be able to talk to him for the fist five days. They were moving him Saturday, the next day.

I met with Rich Gelman, dad’s boss on time at 2 and I explained what was going on and how he would need some time off to get help.

“Frankly, Jon (we knew each other since I was a young boy), if Abe hadn’t been with us for so long and you hadn’t just lost your mother, I would have fired him weeks ago. He’s been drinking during the day and messing up accounts. I’m glad you let me know he’s getting help. We don’t want to lose him.”

“Mr. Gelman, thanks for giving him the chance to straighten himself out. Things have been very hard at home. But he’s getting help and he’ll be back to himself. At least that’s what we all hope for. My wife and I are going to stay here for school instead of going back to Binghamton but we intend to find our own apartment once dad is better.”

“All right, Jon. Thanks for coming to talk to me. Tell your dad to just get better and not worry about his job. It will be here when he’s ready.” We shook hands and I left, feeling like a limp rag.

Eva and Cammy did food shopping while I was in that meeting and that night they made a nice pot roast dinner, the two of them working together. It was a feeling of normalcy that we hadn’t felt in a long time. It was actually easier without dad there, at least that night, in light of how he had been behaving recently. At 7 the phone rang for Cammy, a friend of hers. I heard her say she had to ask me, then she said “Jon, do you mind if I sleep over and Wendy’s house tonight? I feel like I need to be with a friend.”

“Sure sweetie. Go pack a bag and I’ll drive you over. When should I pick you up tomorrow?”

“Wendy’s mom will bring me home by dinnertime. She’s going to take us to the movies tomorrow.”

“OK, go get your stuff and I’ll drive you.” She excitedly told Wendy she’d be there in 20 minutes, then ran upstairs to pack.

Eva smiled and put her arms around my neck. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

“No, why don’t you tell me.” I teased. I knew damn well.

“Has it been that long? We’re going to be alone all night long. We can actually let loose for a change.” Then she dropped her voice. “We can get nice and dirty tonight. It HAS been a long time.”

“Hmmmmm sounds like a plan. It won’t take me long to drive her over. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes, tops.”

“I’ll be ready when you get home.” A big, long kiss that Cammy saw when she came downstairs. She smiled and blushed a little.

“Wait until I’m gone, please! I’m still a kid, you know!” She said it with her good old ball busting manner. It had been a long time since that happened as well.

On the ride to Wendy’s, Cammy and I were quiet. It took less than 10 minutes to get there, and when we got close I told her “Hey, if you change your mind, if you want to come home, just call me and I’ll come get you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jon, but why would I want to come home when I tried so hard to get out of your way for the night?” She had a mischievous smile.

“Wait, what??”

“Jon, you and Eva have been so good, holding things together. I don’t know everything, but I know a couple needs time to themselves, especially newlyweds. So I tried to call Wendy this afternoon to see if I could sleep over and she called me back before.” A big smirk. “Have a good night. I’ll see you for dinner tomorrow.” I had pulled up at Wendy’s and my smart, sweet, precocious sister hopped out before I could react to what she told me.

I drove home still in a little shock. When I got in the door, Eva called up to me from the bathroom. “Come here, Jon, and help me with something?”

I walked upstairs and I found Eva there in the bathroom in her robe. “What do you need help with, Angel?

“This” she answered, staring me in the face while she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. Underneath was my beautiful wife in just a white satin teddy that fit her like a second skin. She stepped closer to me since I couldn’t move, my body was frozen with sudden lust. I mean, I knew I wanted her before that moment, from the second Cammy asked to spend the night at her friends house. But Eva was making things even more lusty.

“Angel, you look delicious! I can’t wait to consume you!”

She smiled and kissed me, then she pushed me back a foot or so. “You will, Bear, you will. But first I’m going to pamper you for a while. You go into our room and get comfortable. Don’t even put on a robe or shorts or anything; just come back here naked. Go, scoot!” She gave me a playful slap on my ass as headed out the bathroom door.

I stripped down quickly; I didn’t even think about how much I missed this side of our relationship over the last month or so. We had been so preoccupied with the problems at home. But tonight…

I went back to the bathroom, my cock semi-hard, on the way to fully hard, swinging down the hall. I knew it was just the two of us in the house, but still, this was the house I lived in most of my life and I never walked naked through the halls before. I felt a little odd until I got back in the bathroom. Eva had drawn a bath while I was gone, steaming hot and with the scent of lavender oils.

“Ok, big Bear, in you go.”

“Aren’t you joining me, Angel?” I thought it was a bath for two, but she still had on her teddy.

“Nope. This is all about you, sweetheart. You’ve been so strong for everyone else lately. Let me help you relax so we can have a great time after. You deserve this, Bear.”

I shrugged my shoulders. Who was I to argue with such a beautiful and caring woman? I climbed into the hot water carefully. It wasn’t hot enough to burn anything I might need, but it was close. I eased in and leaned back on the tub. Eva put a rolled up towel behind my head to cushion my neck. My Angel thought of everything.

Eva knelt by the side of the tub on the floor mat and she put on a loofah mitten, to which she added a generous amount of a liquid soap. Then she started at my chest, making circles that resulted in a thick, lathery foam that she spread all over my body, down my legs, along my back and finally, my cock and balls.

“My god, Angel, this feels incredible” I said with a sense of wonder. Her touch was just right, firm enough to create a great lather while gentle enough to be totally relaxing. “I wish you were in here with me.”

“Next time, Bear. You’ve been doing so much for your family, for your father and Camilla and your mom before she passed away. We’re going to be busy this next month or so looking after Cammy. So let me give you a night of pleasure all based on your needs.” She kissed my cheek and then licked my ear, making me moan and quiver, like I was chilled in the hot water. “Let me do something wonderful for you, my handsome man” Eva said softly as the even softer loofah gripped my engorged dick. The soapy mitten slid up and down along my cock, nice and slow as Eva adjusted her grip between tight and light. She brought me to almost the brink with a fast stroke, then, before got to the point of no return, she stopped and I moaned in both lust and frustration.

“What are you doing to me?” I semi-protested. It was amazing, her naughty, playful and hot as hell touch.

“Teasing you, of course. A good wife knows how to keep her husband from blowing his load too fast” she laughed at me.

“Oh yeah? Well, a good husband knows how to make his wife very wet.” I grabbed her, all 100 petite pounds, and pulled her up and over the edge of the tub and into the warm water with me, teddy and all. She screamed her own half hearted protest and we both laughed hard as she splashed water over the tub and onto the bathroom floor. “See? You nice and wet!” I said with a boisterous kiss. Her teddy was soaked on her body, and the floor was a mess of sudsy water and we were laughing like we hadn’t done since our brief honeymoon. We kissed wildly, lustily and we still laughed as well.

“You bastard” Eva said good naturedly. “This wasn’t what I had planned at all.” She reached over and flipped the release to drain the tub. Water rapidly swirled down the drain as we carefully stood up. “Now we both need a quick shower and get this soap off. And you owe me for a new teddy!” She peeled the soaked garment over her head and tossed it into the sink and her body glowed and glistened. We turned on the water and kissed deep and hungry as more hot water streamed over us. “We have to hurry this, Bear. The floor is wet and we don’t want it leaking through the ceiling.”

“Yeah, I guess I didn’t think this through. I promise, after this, after we clean the floor, we are both going to enjoy ourselves.” We hurried through our shower, dried off and we got some more towels to soak up the water on the floor. It really wasn’t that bad, but it could have been dangerous to walk on. After tossing the towels down the laundry chute (to be dealt with the next day) we hurried naked into our bedroom and jumped on the bed. Immediately we embraced and kissed, both our hair wet but manageable, and our bodies were rubbing together, crying out for each other.

“Dammit, Bear, this was supposed to be about making you feel good. I wanted to do something special for you” she moaned as she closed her eyes and twisted her head around.

“This IS for me. I want my wife, my sexy, hot and naughty wife. A handjob would have been fine but this is going to be so much better” I said in a soft and eager voice. “Nothing’s better than when we enjoy together, Angel.” I kissed her over and over, her lips and the side of her neck and her shoulder, and Eva grunted as her body thrust up against me. My cock was trapped between us, hot like a poker on both our flesh. I was hot as hell for her, especially after her almost completed handjob, but it was my turn to play with her. I kissed down her chest to her soft small tits, and I licked and sucked at her very hard nipples. Eva whimpered as I teased her thick nipples and my hand was stroking her inner thigh, where I could feel her heat.

“I don’t think I can argue with you, Bear. Not when you turn me on like this.” I kept kissing lower, pausing at her tummy to lick her belly button, poking my tongue into her cute little ‘inny’. That made her squirm and plant her feet on the mattress to push up from her hips. “Oh, Jon, this was supposed to be about pleasing you” she protested.

“This is about me. It’s about me showing how much I appreciate all you’ve done for all of us. Now relax and enjoy, my sweet love. I haven’t done this for you in weeks.” I moved lower, over her ultra sensitive lower tummy, covering her with kisses and nibbles there. Then, after her arousal was as up as I could get her, I dipped my tongue between her legs right on her pussy and I licked at her swollen lips. Eva hit the ceiling, figuratively speaking, crying out as I tasted her sweet honey. My tongue went up and down, lightly like butterfly wings, but rapidly.

“Oh, my sexy Bear” Eva whined with lust. “Keep doing that. Do anything you want, you make me feel like I’m on fire!” I kept at it, pressing my face snug onto her pussy as I thrust my tongue into her warm, moist cave. I fucked her with my tongue, alternating between slow and deliberate and fast darting motions. Eva grabbed my head with both hands and ground her hot cunt into my face. I was wet all over but I never quit fucking her. My upper lip and my nose were pushing her button and she was smothering me. Not that I was complaining; I loved being enveloped in her sex. And her orgasm was rapidly approaching. I moved upwards a little bit and I sucked her clit, hard and roundish, in between my lips as I sucked firmly. When I tapped it with the tip of my tongue, Eva’s groans because shouts as for the first time in weeks, she didn’t have to stifle her cries of her orgasm. She let it all go, weeks of screaming into pillows forgotten as Eva let herself cum the way she loved to do. It was loud, it was exciting and it rocked our bed, which was groaning itself. I missed her orgasm as much as she did.

Eva’s legs were around my head and her feet were rubbing my back. Her breathing was ragged and her body was as relaxed as I had ever seen her. When she finally disentangled her legs I was able to move up her body and kiss her. Eva didn’t just relax and let me kiss; she grabbed my face and kissed me harder than ever before, or so it seemed to me. “You are the best, sweetheart. The best lover, the best friend and the best husband ever.”

“I don’t know about two of those. The best friend, sure. But I’m your only lover and we’re only married a couple of months.” I kissed her neck and she giggled.

“I have an intuition about these things. I don’t care if somewhere there’s a better lover. You’re amazing for me. And no way is there anyone who would be a better husband. We’re going to have a wonderful life together. I know it in my soul.” She looked at me with those loving eyes and kissed me hard to emphasize what she was saying.

“I guess I’d better not argue with you.”

“I guess not. Now it is your turn. Stand up, Bear. Right next to the bed. Time for you to explode for me. Like a good husband should. You don’t want to disappoint your wife.”

I stood as she asked, my cock kind of angry looking. Red and swollen, my balls hanging but a little tight to my body. I knew this wasn’t going to take long, between her skill and my horniness. Not long at all.

Eva grabbed me by the base and squeezed firmly but not hard. A thick drop of precum beaded at the head and Eva licked it away, barely touching me with her tongue. It was teasing and hot as hell. Then she licked me, all around the head as her hand moved up and down the shaft. She looked up at me, her eyes glowing with love as my cock head got covered with saliva. It shone in the minimal light coming through our window and Eva kept licking, faster and faster, though she never took my cock in her mouth. This was better in its way, and it kept me on the edge of cumming. On the edge, but not letting me over that edge. I started shaking, especially my legs, and my knees felt weak. The look in her eyes was both loving and deceptively innocent, kind of a “who, me?” look. “Honey, are you going to let me cum or not?”

She stopped for a minute, still stroking with her hand, but too gently to get me off. “If you want to cum, you’re going to have to do something about it” Eva taunted me before going back to her tongue exercises. That damned licking again. And that smirk on her face. She knew what she wanted, and I knew it too.

“So that’s how it’s going to be? OK, I can play along.” I went from passive to in charge, grabbing the back of her head and forcing my cock into her mouth. Eva didn’t resist at all, instead she welcomed my dick into her warm mouth and sucked as I moved my hips rapidly. Her tongue was pressing on the glans of my cock and sure enough, within a minute or so I cried out as my body stiffened and I let loose a torrent of my cum. I hadn’t cum so hard in a while, at least, and Eva swallowed almost all of it. I say almost all because she kept a small amount in her mouth which she then shared with me by standing up and kissing me. She knew I didn’t mind, that I even got off on the kinkiness of sharing my cum. Our tongues went back and forth, the salty sticky remnants clinging to our taste buds. Then I sat on the bed and shared more tender and loving kisses with my lovely wife.

“Angel, you amaze me. Incredible. It’s been too long since I felt like that.”

“I know, Bear. And once things are stable here, when your father is home and we’re sure he’s on the right track, we have to find our own place to live. We can rent, or we can buy. But we need that. When we can. And if we rent, we need two bedrooms so Cammy or my brothers can come over and visit and even spend a night. But not too soon.” We chuckled and laid back on the bed and shifted so our heads were on the pillows. Then we held each others hands and I lifted them to my lips and kissed Eva’s. Twice short and sweet and once a long kiss of deep appreciation. “MMM that’s nice, Bear. Just one thing: I hope you don’t think we’re done for the night.”

“Why would you even suggest I was thinking that? I want to make love to my wife still” I said, kissing her hand again.

“Bear, no offense to your skills as a lover, but I want to get fucked tonight. I want to get hot and nasty with my very sexy and naughty man.” She kissed my hand then, but she also licked the palm of my hand and that began to get my blood pounding again. I felt like an electric current was running from my hand, up my arm, and then a big switch was flipped, allowing the current to burst throughout my body.

“I think my Angel want’s to be my Devil tonight.”

“And I think my Bear is going to be an aggressive Grizzly tonight.” Eva moved to straddle my chest, her pussy leaking into my chest hair. Her pubic hair was damp and matted and it was only about a foot from my nose. Her heat was making me dizzy and hungry again.

“I think you need me to be in charge tonight. I think you’re going to be my submissive little Devil and I am going to love it. And by the way, I love you. Very much.”

She bent over and kissed me quick. “And I love you too. Now, enough with the lovey-dovey and make me all yours.”

“All mine” I said with a slight sneer before I flipped her onto her back. Then I moved up her body so I was straddling HER chest, her tits tickling my ass cheeks and my cock just a couple of inches from her moist lips. Eva licked her lips, slow and dirty and my cock jumped the rest of the way to its fully hard state. “So, my little slut, suck on my big balls first.”

“God, yessss” Eva hissed as her lips kissed my sac and licked around my balls. “Jerk your dick for me, Dirty Man. I want to see you rubbing that fuck stick for me!” I was more than happy to comply. I rubbed my cock, slowly at first while she licked around my balls and eventually she sucked each one into her hot, wet mouth. I moaned as my fist moved up and down along my shaft, over the head, back again and Eva, with her front row seat, was moaning as she sucked each testicle, buzzing my groin in delightful ways.

“My little Devil, you’re such a good ball sucker. Lets see what kind of cocksucker you are.” My words alone made her shudder a little, which got even more intense when I put my cock between her lips and she started sucking like it was her prime function in life. I moved my hips, feeding Eva my cock, and I leaned backwards a little so I could reach between her legs and rub her pussy. Her hips thrust up to meet my rubbing and she grunted with my dick filling her hungry mouth.

“Your pussy is so wet, Devil. I know it’s delicious too. Wanna try some yourself?” Eva’s eyes went wide open and she nodded her head as enthusiastically as she could. I got my fingers good and wet with her honey and smeared it all over the shaft of my cock as she sucked just the head. Then she relaxed her mouth as I started fucking her face, feeding her my cock. She took me all the way, my pubes in her face, tickling her nose, and my balls on her chin, getting all wet from the saliva spilling over her lips. “Fuck, you are a wicked girl!”

Eva tried to grin around my dick, agreeing with me. Her eyes were full of mischief, enjoying letting our darker side free. Well, not dark, maybe. We weren’t into S&M…at least for the time being. But for Eva and I, anything was possible.

I put my fingers back to her pussy, teasing her lips, sliding her clit between my fingers, and Eva had to let my cock free to gasp in her own pleasure. I took advantage of the momentary freedom to move my body around so we were 69ing with me on top of her. I was on my knees and bent over so my face was between her thighs, right over her pussy, and my cock was dangling in front of her face. In fact, the head was ON her face, leaving a wet and sticky streak on her cheek. But not for long as she grabbed my shaft and started licking my dick and balls all over. It felt so good I just buried my face in her muff, stifling my moans, which were buzzing her pussy.

Eva pulled her legs back so I could really get at her lips and slit. Her lower body was rolling from side to side and her legs shook as I licked and probed those sensitive areas I knew so well. Her thighs rubbed my cheeks, then her legs wrapped around my head, pushing my face flush into her sweet sex.

In the meantime, Eva’s tongue and lips were doing such amazing things to my dick and my balls, which extended throughout my body. We were grunting and groaning, those animalistic sounds we had been unable to make for weeks. We were sexually suppressed for a while, due to the pressures at home, a lack of desire (from those same pressures) and a lack of opportunity. Sure, we had time during the day while dad was at work and Cammy at school, but there always seemed to be things to do or we were emotionally worn out. That night, though, we were letting us be ourselves. We were loving each other and enjoying each other.

As I was delving my tongue in Eva’s increasingly dripping pussy, and I was feeling her doing the most wonderfully wicked things to my cock, I felt a slender digit with a slightly sharp tip teasing around my anus. Her finger was wet enough to ease into my ass, just a single knuckle at first. When she went to her second knuckle, I whimpered and my cock jerked from the base as it felt like it swelled even thicker. Fuck, what my hot and nasty wife was doing to me…I had to return the ‘favor’.

Of course, her ass was really wet from all my saliva and her juices that were flowing freely. My finger was thicker, obviously, and I went slow, but in it went, She squirmed wildly as I went deeper, then she went deeper, until both of us had our fingers in the others ass. We were both getting frantic to cum, and it was no problem for Eva; she could cum and then again when we changed things up. For me, though, it might be my last of the night. And I really, REALLY wanted to fuck my wife. Hard and hot, like we hadn’t for quite some time.

She was on the same page with me. We really made a hell of a pair. She let my cock free, holding and stroking, and said “Bear, you need to fuck me now! Don’t deny me, please! It’s been forever!”

“Devil, I was about to say the same thing” I said with a wet, sticky face. “Get on your hands and knees for me!”

Eva moved quickly as soon as I was off her. When she was in position, she wiggled her ass to entice me (like I needed enticing!) and I got behind her, gripped her soft ass with strong fingers, and my cock went into her pussy like

we were made to be together. If anyone asked us, that’s what we would have said; we were made to be together.

I was inside her all the way, my hips on her ass, my pubes brushing Eva’s soft cheeks. I was still, reveling in the amazing sensations flowing from my toes to my scalp while she was grinding back a little, forcing me to push forward to keep the equilibrium between us. “Rub my nipples, Bear. play rough with them!” Eva begged.

“Mmmm I live to serve” I groaned as I reached around her ribs and my hands found her soft mounds. My fingers knew her luscious body by then and her nipples were between my fingers. They slid over those thick nubs, rubbed along the sides, pulled them lightly, twisted them. Eva was crying with joy as I fucked her hard, slamming my hips into her ass cheeks, almost as if my groin was spanking her. Then I let go of her tit with my right hand and I did spank her, a resounding smack on her right buttock. She didn’t jump or yelp, she just moaned like a whole new kind of bliss went through her body.

“Jon, you are so fucking hot. More, baby. More!” I spanked her again and again, slapping both cheeks, never hard enough to really hurt her. I knew where that line was by now and kept on the right side of it. Eva reached between her legs and rubbed my balls and her clit and I got that much closer to eruption.

“Keep doing that” I grunted in her ear before licking it. Eva shuddered with lusty pleasure and pushed back harder while she squeezed my dick with her tight muscles. “That too!” I was so close.

Eva was past close. I pushed her hand away and took over. I rubbed her clit furiously as my cock pounded away. She groaned, lifted her ass a little, and she came, bursting all around my cock, nice and wet and sticky. Her cream dripped over my balls and that brought me off right behind her. I thrust into her hard, each time a blast of my cum splashed inside her snug pussy. Three, four hard thrusts that twitched my dick inside her and she came again, crying with love as she fell forward with my cock still inside her, pulling me down on top of her. I kept kissing the side of her neck and her cheek, her shoulder and the back of her head. “I love you so much, my darling Angel. More than ever before.”

“My sweet, sweet Bear. I love you too. I never thought I could love anyone the way I love you.” She turned her head and our lips met in a joyous kiss. She rubbed her ass on my crotch as I nibbled her earlobe, making her giggle playfully.

“I think we really needed this, honey. I mean, REALLY needed this.” I rolled off her back and laid on my side next to Eva, admiring the curve of her back and ass as she turned her head, smiling at me. “You know, my sister, in a way, set this up for us. Not the specifics, but she wanted us to be alone.”

“WHAT? She did WHAT?” I thought Eva’s eyes would pop out of her head. I explained what Cammy told me, about trying to make it work for her to sleep at Wendys’ and knowing that couples need time to themselves.

“Oh my god, your sister…I’ll never be able to look her in the face again!. We have to move out before tomorrow!” We laughed, a little embarrassed, but really it was almost all good natured.

“We’re going to have to keep an eye out on her. Until she’s married. Maybe until she’s a grandmother!”

“What exactly did she say to you?”

“When I got to Wendy’s I told her if she wanted to come home she should call us and I’d come get her. She said she wouldn’t be coming home since she arranged to give us the night alone. She said married couples, especially newlyweds, need some time alone. Let’s face it, honey, she knows the basics of sex, my mom had talks with her. And kids know more and more these days; I’m sure she knows more than we did at thirteen and in five years, those thirteen year olds will know more than she did. You and your mom are still going to have to have more talks with her when she gets old enough to understand more.”

Eva shivered when I traced my fingers down her spine. “That’s so nice” she purred. Then back to the other subject. “I don’t know if I would ask my mom. That’s not fair to her. I could do it…when the time comes.” She turned on her side, facing me, and we enjoyed looking at each other. Our fingers touched each other, along each others bodies. It was sexy and intimate and we were both responding. “Again, my sexy Bear?” She grinned widely at me.

“I’m game if you are.” She was. We had a nice slow, loving time. And then a much needed good nights sleep.

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My father did his 28 days and when he came home, he looked so much better. We had seen him a few times in rehab, we attended a couple of family therapy sessions to clear the air between all of us, and he seemed to get that he needed to step up to be a single parent. He looked healthy again, he got a stationary bike for the basement and used it five days a week. He made his apologies to his boss and co-workers. And he started attending AA meetings. Every day. His improvement was so pronounced that after he had been home a month, Eva and I decided it was time for us to find our own place to live.

We discussed it with Cammy, letting her know she could visit us whenever she wanted and we would find a two bedroom so she could sleep over sometimes. She was a little nervous, but she knew we had to do this. And dad said he would help us in any way he could; since we weren’t going back to Binghamton, most of my college fund was there for my use.

First we bought Eva a car of her own, a brand new Malibu two door. I kept my four year old Ford; I loved that car and it was in great condition. Besides, it had some wonderful memories.

After two weeks of looking, we found a nice two bedroom apartment, the upper floor of a two family house, with the landlords living in the ground floor, a couple in their mid-30s with two kids, boys age nine and seven. The apartment was in excellent condition, newly painted, with the bedrooms separated and with two bathrooms. And it was only a five minute drive to Queens College; we could even take the bus or, on a very nice day, walk. And the rent was reasonable, $440 a month, plus electric. We sat in Ronnie and Bob’s home and had coffee with them, we got along fine (including with their sons) and we shook on it. We’d move in at the beginning of the month, two weeks away.

That meant we had to find furniture, quick. We went to a furniture showroom, moderate priced and good quality, and found a living room set, two bedroom sets, including two beds for the second bedroom and a kitchen table and four chairs. They promised delivery for our move in day and we paid and signed. We went to an electronics store for a TV and stereo. Things were moving along nicely.

Or so we thought. Moving day, a Saturday, we got to our new place early to bring our clothes and other things. We paid our landlords, they gave us the keys and we put our clothes in closets, other things had to wait until our furniture got there, which it did, around noon. The delivery men brought in the living room furniture, the two bedrooms, the kitchenette, everything…except the mattresses for the three beds. The beds were there, but no mattresses. I asked the delivery men, and they said that the beds didn’t come with the mattresses included! Eva and I were dumbfounded; we had never done this before and we assumed mattresses were included in the deal. We had beds but no place to sleep that first night!

Our parents were there, Cammy, Will and Walt…and we all laughed like crazy people. Thankfully, mattresses were the relatively easy part. We went to a mattress store, tried a few Queen sized until we found what we hoped would be a good mattress that would last a while and they delivered it the next day. But that night we slept on the floor, on our comforter.

We were still giggling at our dumb selves, two people with over 300 IQ points between us, and neither of us knew mattresses were sold separately. We just kept laughing at ourselves. Until nature took over. Just being together that first night in our first home had our hormones rushing. Besides, we loved each other so much and wanted to show it as much as possible.

I was on my back, Eva sitting on my cock on her feet; the hard floor, even through the carpet and the blanket hurt her knees. “This is a great position, Bear” she said, gasping softly. With her knees up like that, I had a great view of her pussy around my cock, her clit peeking out through her soft hairs. “I can really push down just right.”

“You should try it from my point of view” I said with a chuckle. Then I deliberately flexed my cock and she closed her eyes and shook all over.

“Bear, that’s incredible. I love when you do that!”

“I think you’ll love this more, Angel.” I pushed my thumb on her clit like I was pushing a button, her pleasure button, and Eva cried out as a small pulse of her lubrication oozed onto my cock and matted my hair.

“You’re a very naughty Bear. I think you should cum too.” She used her pussy to grip me as she knew I loved, squeezing on and off, and soon she had her wish. I arched my back and filled her with me semen. Our first night in our first home. No mattress, but we didn’t care. We were young, smart, married and in love. The future seemed limitless that night.

Eva leaned over on top of me, her sweat covered chest pressed on my hairy chest. We kissed over and over, gentle and loving, our favorite kind of kisses. Then she slid down a little, so her head was on my chest. Her fingers played with my hair and my nipple, teasing and affectionate. “What are you thinking, Bear?”

“Hmm I’m thinking about how excited I am.”

“Still?” Eva said with a big grin. “I thought I took care of that problem.”

“First of all, it’s never a ‘problem’, not with you, Angel. But I am excited, over the life we’re going to have. School, work, children. We’re going to have a great life. If we can be smart enough to stop doing stupid things, like forgetting to buy a mattress.” Her long hair was so soft on my body. I was tickling her neck.

“Mmm that feels heavenly. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop loving me.”

“Not possible, Angel. I couldn’t stop loving you. Ever.”

“Not even when I’m old and grey and fat?”

“Nope. Not even then.”

“You’re supposed to say ‘You’ll never be old and fat and grey.”

“Honey, I hope we get to the point where we’re both old and fat and grey. Seventy years away. Two old people, still in love with each other.”

Eva rolled off me onto her side of the blanket, her head on her pillow. “That sounds like the nicest thing I’ve ever heard. I hope we’re still in love then. More than anything.”

We held each other and thought about our future, even when we were two old, fat, grey people. Eva was right. It was the nicest thing to think of and hope for.

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I’ll give you a synopsis of the next few years. We settled down into a nice routine of life. We both got part time jobs, me back at the print shop (they were glad to have me and I did like working there and liked working with the people). Eva worked as a tutor with high school and college students in all subjects; as I’ve said, my wife is a genius and she could handle any subject she already had taken herself, from high school English to Organic Chemistry. She got paid well for her time and between that and my 15 hours and the money we saved by staying local, we lived comfortably. We weren’t big party people anyway. We went to concerts of all kinds, we made new friends and we hung out with those friends in mellow ways.

We spent time with both our families. We even hosted some holidays, including a small Passover Seder (holiday feast) and Chanukah twice. We already knew how to do some cooking, and we learned more. It was fun, something we enjoyed together, especially on a few notable occasions when we cooked naked together. The meals didn’t come out cooked quite right, but we didn’t exactly care, if you know what I mean. The kitchen table needed a serious cleaning before we could eat on it.

Two years after we married, Walt and Will went off to college, both going to Stony Brook on Long Island, an excellent tech university in the State University system. They both wanted to work in computer science, a field then in a relative infancy. That same summer, when Eva and I were heading into our junior year at college, Cammy had her first date, She was almost 16 and old enough, I guess, but a part of me felt like she was growing up too fast. She talked to Eva before and after, her ‘big sister’, and Eva, a good sister, told me very little of what Cammy told her. I was dying to know certain details (and nothing of other details!) but this was really a girl thing. Cammy and Carl (his name) ended up going out for a few months and when it didn’t work out, my sister was heartbroken for a few weeks. Then it was important for me to be her big brother and let her cry on my shoulder. It was a rite of passage.

Eva’s parents were great to us, both of them treating me just like their own son. Phyllis and Harold were just really good people, warm and affectionate, and they even kept an eye out for Cammy when Eva and I were busy with school. And dad stepped up his game as well, being a good, loving father, especially where his daughter was concerned. He was good as his work, attending her school functions, as did Eva and I when we had time, he met with her teachers, and he was just overall a good single father. I was proud of him.

If it all sounds like an idyllic life, it wasn’t. Not completely, anyway. Of course my sister was growing into a young adult and that meant showing her independence. The two of them fought sometimes when she pushed the limits he tried to implement and I got caught in the middle. The right thing for me to do, of course, was to back up dad, not undermine his authority, but there were times I thought he was being unreasonable. She wanted to do things with her friends, like go to a concert, and dad, maybe because he was a single parent of a teenage girl, was inclined not to take chances. One suck time Cammy took the bus to visit Eva and I without calling us first and she vented her frustrations to us while she ate an impromptu dinner with us.

“Why doesn’t he trust me? I never get into any trouble, I don’t smoke like some of my friends, I don’t smoke weed either.” She was clearly annoyed as she ate her Chow Mein.

Eva said “Honey, try to understand it from his point of view. You’re his responsibility, you’re fifteen, and if anything happened to you- we know it won’t, but just if- he’d be torn up inside for the rest of his life. He’s your father and he feels it’s his responsibility to protect you always. He has to get used to the idea of you being an adult and making your own decisions.”

I threw in my two cents. “He worries about me too, but he knows as a married man, living with my wife, I can take care of myself…with some help, of course.” I reached across the table to hold Eva’s hand, and we smiled softly. “You’re always going to be his baby, and he feels like he has a responsibility to protect you for mom’s sake.”

“But I’m NOT a baby. I’m not a girl, even. I’m a woman and I should be able to go with my friends to go see Elton John. It’s not like we’re going to the Grateful Dead” she said, giving me a smart ass smile. She knew Eva and I went to see the Dead a few times a year, once even driving up to Boston to see them.

“Touche, sis. Listen, let me talk to him. I’ll come over Sunday and try to get him to understand. But it’s his decision. I’ll ask, but I won’t fight with him about it. So you might not like the final result.”

“Please try. I really want to go, and all my friends are going!”

“All?” Eva asked with her own dig at Cammy.

“OK, almost all. You get the idea.”

We got it, and that Sunday Eva and I went to dad and Cammy’s and, in between innings of the Yankee game, I talked to him while Eva and Cammy made a lasagna. He was reluctant but I gently cajoled him and he came around. He realized like he had to do with me years earlier, he had to let her grow up and even make a few mistakes. That’s also a rite of passage.

Time went on; dad met a woman through some friends, Jessie, a nice lady, three years after mom passed away. Of course, Cammy and I had a twinge of resentment when he told us he had been on a couple of dates with her and wanted to keep seeing her, but only if we supported him. That resentment we felt was natural, but we wanted him to be happy. Dad was only 48; we didn’t want him to be alone for the rest of his life. It was past time for him to get out in the dating world, and Cammy and I told him we hoped to meet Jessie. He felt a lot better knowing we were on his side.

Eva and I invested some of our money. We lost money on a couple of stocks, but we hit big on one in 1982. I mean big, splitting twice before we sold our stake. We were graduating in ’83 and we had the ability to buy a small house before that. After looking for four months, we found a three bedroom, two and a half bath house in North Flushing, near Whitestone, only a couple of miles from where we grew up. After haggling a little on the price with the owners, we settled on a price and put 30% down and carried a very reasonable mortgage (this was back before home prices in New York City became insane). And we still had a considerable nest egg. We were to close and move in September 1, 1982, about five months after we bought it. Very, very exciting.

After our junior year ended in early May, Eva and I were shopping for a few things for our new home. New cookware, things like that. I should mention a few things here. One, Eva was majoring in psychology and had a 4.0 GPA, perfect. She was that brilliant, and again, she was contending for valedictorian. She worked in the child care center on campus a few afternoons as well as her tutoring, and over the summers, she worked in the YM-YWHA (Young Mens and Womens Hebrew Association) day camp, since sleepaway camp was not an option any more. She was a supervisor, a division head, responsible for 50 staff and 400 kids, one of three such division heads.

I had decided to get my degree in education, to be a Social Studies teacher. I was doing we also, a 3.88 GPA, also an honors student. And we were both invited to join Ph Beta Kappa, the national Honors society.

So, after my sophomore year, I somewhat reluctantly quit working for Sy and Marilyn, and they were sorry to see me go. But I needed to work part time and summers with children too, and I got a job in the same camp the year after Eva started there. Due to my age and educational experience, I got a job as a unit head, responsible for 20 staff and about 120 kids. Of course, I couldn’t work under Eva, instead I was to work for another experienced woman named Audrey.

As I said, we were out shopping for cookware and other kitchen things, small appliances like a toaster and a food processor. While I was checking out a microwave oven, Eva said “Hey Bear? You know what I just realized?”

“How would I know what you just realized? I love you and all, but I can’t read your mind.”

“Fair enough. Anyway, I just realized we’ve never taken a proper honeymoon. We’ve never even had a real vacation. We’ve gone away for long weekends, alone or with Karen and Mike (another married couple we became good friends with at college), but we never took that real honeymoon we talked about. We’re married over two years. I think we should do this. Like now, before we move into our house, before camp starts.”

“Angel, not that I don’t love the idea, but between working in camp, getting ready to move in the middle of the summer with the packing and everything, isn’t life going to be chaotic enough?”

“That’s why we should go within the next two weeks. I bet we can get a good deal at the last minute. Come on, forget the microwave for now. Let’s go to a travel agent.”

It sounded like a great idea. Just drop everything and get away for a couple of weeks before things got very hectic…I was sold. “You’re, on, honey. Let’s do it!” I grabbed her by the waist in front of a half dozen customers and salespeople and kissed Eva the way we usually save for our time alone together. Then, giggling, we left the store and got into her car and found a travel agent. We were really doing this in the most spontaneous way.

We found an agency on Queens Blvd. and just walked in and told the agent, a nice, middle aged lady that we were looking for a delayed honeymoon for 10 days to two weeks. We told her we could be ready to travel in three days, May 12.

Janine, the agent, said “You’re really in luck. The Caribbean is fairly inexpensive this time of year, though it’s hot, but hurricane season doesn’t start until June 1st. Even then, it really doesn’t kick in until early to mid summer. So it’s a question of where you want to go, and what is in your budget.”

We didn’t have a budget planned; this was just so unplanned. We told her to suggest some things and what it would cost and we’d go from there. So she looked in her computer and some booklets and showed us some options. I noticed something on the island of Guadeloupe. “What about this? It looks like a really nice resort, and it’s reasonable” I said, pointing the brochure out to Eva.

Janine blushed a little. “It’s got a great reputation, excellent facilities, beatuful rooms facing the beach, even some individual private rooms on the beach, great food, all inclusive including beer and wine during meals…” There was something she wasn’t telling us.

“So? What’s the problem?” Eva asked.

“Well, they don’t get many Americans. It’s, uhm, it’s…” she lowered her voice, “clothing is optional. You can wear your bathing suits on the beach. Or not. The pool is required but the beach you can do as you please. Day or night.”

Eva and I looked at each other, both chuckling nervously. Did we really want to do that? Even if we never went naked, we’d see other people au natural. But it looked so nice, idyllic, and a reasonable price for two. “How adventurous do you want to be, Angel?”

“How about you, Bear? Think you can take it?” Her grin was challenging me. Fuck it. She was playing chicken with me.

“I can take it if you can. OK, let’s book it. Ten days?” Eva nodded and I handed Janine my credit card. Almost two thousand dollars later, our honeymoon was booked. Over two years later than our wedding.

We walked out to Eva’s car and we laughed harder inside. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. What are we going to tell our parents?” she said shaking her head.

“Nothing. We’re going on our honeymoon, that’s all they need to know. Although we might not be able to take a lot of pictures.”

“We need to shop for clothes, my soon to be naked Bear. Some clothes, anyways. Maybe one bathing suit?”

“Only if it’s a teeny tiny bikini” I said with a raised eyebrow.

“If I have to get one of those, you need to get a Speedo. Fair is fair.” Her eyebrow was higher than mine. I brought it up, I was busted, so to speak.

The next day we spent shopping, a few bathing suits (in case we got shy), casual resort wear, shoes…this was getting expensive, but hey, it was our honeymoon.

We let our families know we were going, spur of the moment. They were all excited for us. Phyllis said over dinner at the diner the night before we left “If you have fun, maybe your father and I could go there for a second honeymoon. We’re due.”

I nearly spit out my iced tea and Eva couldn’t keep from laughing out loud. We didn’t expect that complication. Everyone wondered what the big laugh was but there was no way to explain it, now with our siblings there anyways. Maybe Eva could tell her mother privately. Phyllis and Harold were pretty easygoing people. Telling my dad was a big maybe. I couldn’t imagine him going with Jessie, who was a pretty regular presence in his life. I got the feeling he wanted her to move in with him.

The next day we were on a 8AM flight to the French owned island of Guadeloupe. With a change of flights in Miami, it would be a little over 4 hours to get there. We held hands during take off, settled back for a decent (for an airline) breakfast, and talked about everything we would do while on our honeymoon…except sunbathe nude. That was going to be another spur of the moment decision.

We made our connecting flight and ended up landing in Guadeloupe just a half hour late, and at our resort almost on time. The brochure didn’t lie; the place was beautiful on a perfect stretch of the beach. When the desk clerk found out we were on our honeymoon, he called his manager and she upgraded us to one of those private ‘huts’ on the beach. The bellman brought our bags over and brought us into a secluded hut…some hut! A nice bed and bathroom, a small sitting area inside with waterproof furniture and a patio that literally hung over the ocean on a clear bottom plexiglass floor. We could see the waves crashing right below us, maybe 15 feet down. The room had to rent for at least another hundred a night, especially during season.

I tipped the bellman and as soon as he left us, I leapt on the bed, a big soft expensive mattress, and immediately felt more relaxed. That fucker was comfortable!

“Having fun?” Eva asked with wry smile, standing there in a new, pretty, red sun dress and flat sandals.

“Immensely! You should try this with me. No, don’t just climb on; leap on it like I did. It’s the only way!” Eva shrugged her shoulders and, just like I did, she jumped and fell on her back on the bed right next to me.

“Oh, this is NICE! Baby, you think we could get one of these when we get home?” she giggled.

“Sure, if you want to spend five grand on a mattress.” We both laughed and then rolled towards each other and kissed warmly. “Thank you, Angel, for thinking of doing this. We should have done this at least a year ago.”

“My pleasure, Bear. You know what I’m looking forward to most of all?”

“No, tell me.”

“Seeing you in that tight little bathing suit.” Eva giggled again. “I can’t wait to see how you are at hiding your hard cock when you see me in my micro bikini. Or some of those other women completely naked.” She had the most playful look on her face. Not romantic. Horny, very, very horny.

“Well I have an idea for how I can keep from getting embarrassed for a while at least” I said suggestively.

“Oh? And what might that be?”

“If I fuck you hard, I think my cock will need a long rest.” I was already pulling off my polo style shirt.

“Wait for me! I want to test that theory!” We were both naked in less than a minute and kissing as we rolled all over the bed, a big bed, giving us plenty of room to play. My cock was rubbing between us, on our tummies, on Eva’s legs, leaving trails of my sticky precum on her skin. We were grunting lightly as the pressure of our flesh and bone on our sensitive skin heightened our lust.

In no time, Eva brought me on top of her for a lustful fuck. This wasn’t about making love; there would be plenty of time for that. Right then we needed to screw, hard and fast. “Come one, my hot, naughty Bear” she moaned right next to my ear. “Come on and fuck me hard.” Then she licked my ear and blew into it, raising my animal desire.

“No problem, my Devil woman. I’ll give you just what we need.” I pushed my cock into her juicy pussy and her legs went up in the air, her toes pointing straight up at the ceiling fan spinning rapidly above us. “Just what you crave!”

My hands gripped her ass tightly and her nails were scraping along my back as I thrust hard into her, my balls smacking against her ass like a hand slapping wet skin.

Eva’s legs tightened around my waist, squeezing air from my lungs. It wasn’t our longest fuck by any means; it was actually quite brief. But we both exploded in our loins and our minds, an incredibly satisfying and exciting start to our trip.

I rolled to the side as we caught our breath, we kissed a couple of times, then we got up to use the bathroom and wash up. We put away our clothes for the trip and got into bathing suits. No, not our very revealing ones. It was already mid afternoon, we were starving, and also dying for a little relaxation in the sun. I put on a pair of blue and red trunks and Eva wore a black one piece that was as sexy as any two piece. A couple of light shirts, sandals and we made our way over to the pool, where there was an outdoor bar where you could also order some bar foods, burgers, chicken strips and wings, etc. Since it was halfway to dinner, we just ordered some grilled shrimp and fries and shared it with a couple of beers. After that, finally it was finally time to lay in the sun. We figured we could check out the rest of the resort the next day.

We got a couple of lounge chairs next to the pool and, after taking off our shirts we spread some lotion on each other and settled back. “This is just what we needed, Bear. A pretty resort, a beautiful pool, a great room and you. It’s my dream come true, as long as you’re with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you, Angel. And yeah, this is just what we should have done at least a year ago. I love you, and I love being here with you.” My hand sought hers and we entwined fingers, soaking the sun quietly.

We did go for a swim for a while, dried in the sun for a bit, then made our way back to our room, this time to make love nice and slow. Afterwards, we laid in each others arms for a while before taking a hot, soapy shower. By the time we were cleaned up and Eva did her hair and very light makeup, it was time to get dressed for dinner. There were two restaurants, one which was a all you can eat buffet for each meal (breakfast, lunch and dinner) as well as a sit down restaurant that was very casual for lunch, but casual-nice for dinner. That’s what we did that first night. I put on a pair of white slacks with a dark button down shirt and shoes with no socks. Nice-casual. But Eva gave new meaning to the term. She wore a darkish yellow dress, knee length, that flowed from her waist and hugged her body up to her bosom. Matching wedge sandals made her legs look long and she wore a red faux flower in her hair, tucked over her ear.

“Angel, you are stunning. Every man is going to be staring at you tonight.” I held her around her waist and kissed her with a bunch of short, quick kisses.

Her arms went around my neck. “Thank you, Bear. You look very nice as well. Always handsome. And I can’t wait for us to dance later. Maybe all night long. Or at least until other interests come up” she teased as the back of one hand brushed against my crotch.

“Don’t do that to me now, honey. I’ll look ridiculous with a hardon in white pants.”

“Wouldn’t that be just terrible?” Eva said with her wickedest smile. “Don’t worry, Bear. I won’t do that to you, at least until later.”

At 7:30 we headed over for dinner. A lot of guests picked the restaurant that night and we were given a choice to either wait for almost an hour for a table for two or to be seated right away with two other couples at a large table. We were hungry and besides, we wanted to meet people, so we were put with two other couples from France, all in their late 20s who spoke English. And Eva spoke French fairly fluently: I spoke it somewhat, but nowhere near as well as Eva did. We were introduced to Claude and his wife Marie, as well as Etienne (Stephen in French) and his common law wife Lisette. We were all introduced and we immediately toasted new friends with wine on the table. When the others found out Eva and I were on our delayed honeymoon, Claude, a son of a wealthy industrialist, ordered two bottles of champagne for the table. It was like that New Years Eve all over again.

The seafood, the specialty, was delicious and the company was fun and charming. Eva’s French was good enough so if someone tried to say something they couldn’t say in English, she could fill it in. After dinner, I insisted on treating to after dinner drinks, which we ordered and drank by the outdoor bar. They were all attractive people and there was friendly flirting going on, but nothing that anyone took seriously. It was all good natured.

After 10, the music started playing in the indoor-outdoor nightclub and we danced with our partners and also with other partners. We kept dancing and drinking for hours, until finally Eva and I had to excuse ourselves at a little after 1. We all promised to meet for a late breakfast, around 10, and we made our way to our hut on the beach.

“Help me get out of my dress, Bear?” Eva asked, turning away from me.

“Gee, I don’t know, Angel. Maybe you should just sleep in it.”

“Asshole. Come on. Maybe I’ll give you a treat?”

“A treat? I like treats.” I pulled her hair aside and, after kissing the back of her neck and eliciting a sexy moan, I help unzip her dress and a small pile of yellow grew around Eva’s feet. She slipped out of her sandals and stood in just a pair of red and white striped panties, looking delicious. Before I could push myself on her, Eva turned around and kissed me hard and kept kissing me as I felt her fumble with my shirt buttons.

She giggled as she whispered “I get very horny when get drunk. And I’m pretty drunk right now. Think you’re up to doing something about it, my sexy Bear?” Her eyes were a little glassy, but Eva was knew what she was doing. “Wanna sing to me, big boy? You know what that does to me.”

She was unbuttoning my pants, looking in my eyes, and I couldn’t think of a song to sing until she gripped my cock through my white briefs. Then I smiled at her and started singing Jimmy Buffet, ‘Why Don’t We Get Drunk (And Screw)’ and when I got to the chorus, Eva laughed as hard as I ever heard her laugh before. “Sounds like a great idea, you dirty Bear! But first…” she pushed me back on the bed, tugged my briefs down roughly, and swallowed my cock all in what seemed like one motion. Maybe that’s how it was in my own alcohol fogged mind.

My wife sucked slow, then fast, then slow again, having a great time sucking my dick. She might even have had as good a time as I was having. Her lips were giving great suction and her fingers were tickling my thighs and my balls. I was moaning and shuddering from pleasure. But I wanted more myself. Eva could see it, so she ditched her panties and again, moving smoothly, mounted me, sliding down on my dick as she belted out her own, LOUD version of ‘Why Don’t We Get Drunk?’ and I couldn’t help laughing hard as she bounced up and down on my shaft. Her small boobs shook up and down following the motion of her hips as she kept singing at the top of her voice.

“Angel,” I managed to gasp out when she sat down hard, “they’re going to hear you in the hotel (about 100 yards away)!”

“So? Let them get their own men to fuck. You’re all mine!” She was so much fun. A little drunk was very appealing on my sexy, dirty wife.

I thrust up to meet hers and I pulled her down to me, to suck her pulsing nipples and Eva pounded up and down, slamming her ass on my hips. “Fuck I’m gonna cummmm!!” she screamed and moved her hips wildly on me while she did. She had her eyes wide open and her mouth was even wider. “Cum on, Bear, your turn!” My problem was the alcohol dulled my senses just enough to keep me from cumming. I wanted to, but was having trouble getting there.

“Honey, it might not happen for me tonight” I said with a touch of sorrow. “I would love to but I’m a little drunk too.”

“Oh, you’re going to cum for me, Jon, if it takes all night long!” Eva hopped off my cock and turned so I could see the back of her head and she bobbed up and down on my member. Her lips and tongue were giving me a great time, making my cock swell in her mouth, and then I could feel her finger playing with my anus.

“Oh fuck, honey…you are such a wicked girl!” She proved it by ramming her finger up my ass hard and as her finger rolled past my prostate I shot gobs of cum into her mouth, and, to give her credit, she swallowed almost all of it, with just a small amount leaking from the side of her mouth. It was one of the most fun sexual experiences we ever shared. When I got my wits back, I told her “I think I have to get you drunk more often, Angel.”

She smiled, wiping the corner of her mouth with her hand. “When we’re on vacation, you can get me drunk every night, lover.” We hugged and laughed, deeply in love with each other. Two plus years of marriage and it was like we really were still on our honeymoon in our lives.

After cleaning up, we settled in to sleep for the night. Eva turned on her side after kissing me and I cuddled behind her. “Angel?” I whispered.

“Yes, Bear?” She yawned, minutes away from falling asleep.

“Thank you. This was a great idea, before we move, before camp… I love you so much.”

She moved around, getting snug in my grasp. “I love you too, Bear. Heart and soul. But do you mind if we finish this in the morning? I’m really, really tired.”

“Of course, honey. Goodnight.” Eva was asleep in a couple of minutes and I listened to her rhythmic breathing. It was soothing, listening to hear peaceful sleep sounds. It wasn’t long until I joined her.

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The next morning we managed to get out of bed a little after 9, enough time to get washed up and dressed (if you could call it that) to meet our new friends, Claude and Marie and Etienne and Lisette, for breakfast. “Time to try out our new bathing suits” my playful wife insisted, so I tugged on my new black Speedo that hugged my hips like panties and did nothing for my sense of modesty. Eva put on one of two new bikinis she bought, also black, and so small I knew she must have trimmed down her bush significantly to wear it properly. Those small bottoms with the thin straps and little cups on top had my cock wanting to stir. “Down, Bear. Time for that later.”

“Easy for you to say; your arousal isn’t as visual” I protested. We both put on shorts and we both put on Grateful Dead t-shirts. Eva had a beige sun hat and we both wore sunglasses and we looked like typical American vacationers.

Our friends were waiting when we got there and immediately we fell back into our friendly banter as we went to the buffet and found a table. Though Eva and I were 21, we felt older, not in a ‘old’ sort of way, but in a way where we fit in with these two couples who were about 10 years older than we were.

After a light breakfast of yogurt and fresh fruit and some fresh bread, the other couples, who had been there a few days before we arrived, took us on a tour. We saw the lagoon where there was waterskiing lessons, windsurfing on a bay, and snorkeling and body boarding on the ocean. Tennis courts (Eva and I never had tried it before). The main beach for sunbathing and swimming. And then, about fifty yards down and more secluded, the place for nude sunbathing and swimming.

“If you want to join us, we are going to lay in the sun over there” Lisette indicated the nude area. “Maybe you want to join us, yes?” She looked curious, her long blonde hair and dark eyes glowing in the strong sun. The others were clearly comfortable with this. Eva and I, however, weren’t quite there.

“No thank you. Not today” Eva spoke for us. “Maybe as we feel a little more comfortable with the idea. You have fun. We can meet for dinner later on, about 7:30?” It was agreed and Eva and I went to the main beach to spend our first full day alone as our companions went off around a bend to the secluded other beach.

We stretched out on some beach chairs after lotioning each other. After a waiter came over and took drink orders from us, Eva asked “Jon, do you think they’re… swingers?”

I put my sunglasses down so I could look at her over the top of the frames. “You know, I didn’t even think about it. Now that I am, I’d say it’s a fifty/fifty possibility. They all seem very comfortable with each other being naked. Of course, that could just be a European thing. They’re less hung up about such things than Americans are, overall. Maybe they’ve traveled to nude resorts before and it’s just natural for them.”

Eva shrugged. “I thought Lisette was eyeing you, Bear. Her eyes definitely dropped to your ‘package’. And Claude is definitely a player and was checking me out.” I wasn’t sure if she found the idea hot or upsetting.

“Well, did it bother you? You must have noticed guys looking at you like that over the years, especially at camp, wearing short shorts and showing your legs. Not to mention when you were in a bathing suit at the pool. I know you weren’t involved with anyone, but you’re a beautiful woman and you must have drawn men’s glances. And noticed it.”

She actually blushed in front of me. “Yes, I did. Mostly a few guys. Why they never asked me out, so to speak, is beyond me. There were a couple I would have been interested in, at least until you came along.”

I noticed what she said, and what she omitted. “You said ‘mostly a few guys’. Some girls give you the once over?” I asked with a big dumbass grin.

“Sure, a couple of girls. Watch out, Bear, or you’re going to embarrass yourself in your bathing suit. And what about you? You must have drawn some attention yourself. Very handsome, and I know you weren’t a virgin when we met, though I never asked you about anyone in particular, and I must have known a couple of them.” She was looking at me very curiously.

“Do you really want to know who, from high school? I’ll tell you if you want me to.”

“Was one of them Elizabeth Chao?” We both laughed hard at that. “I couldn’t bear to lose to her twice.”

“No, Angel, not Elizabeth Chao. I probably wouldn’t have told you even if one of them was her, but no, I promise, not her. You’re sure?”

“Oh hell, yes tell me. While I’m in a very forgiving mood.” Chuckles from both of us. The waiter brought our drinks, a gin and tonic for Eva and a rum and Coke for me.

“There were two from school, and another two I met elsewhere. Jane Stern and Dina whatwashername. You know, she had that long Greek last name.”

“Ok… well, no one I was even casually friendly with. I feel better about that. I know, it’s not completely rational, but that’s how I feel. So, who were the other two?”

“Does it matter? You wouldn’t know them if I told you.” I saw that was not satisfactory for Eva. She needed to know, for whatever reason. I said to myself what the hell. “One I met in a bar, a real one night stand. The other was my first time, a girl I met through a friend at a party. Laura. A cute short haired blond. She wasn’t a virgin. Maybe that made it better for us. She knew what she was doing. I sure as hell didn’t.”