MICHELE'S NEW LIFE - CHAPTER 59 free porn video

CHAPTER 59: FULL CIRCLE

Morning came as it often does for me, in a haze. One thing I realized was that Harry snored, certainly more than Tim did. But it was kind of endearing at the same time. He was sprawled out on his back; Helen was cuddled into his shoulder, his arm around her, her arm across his chest and her right leg over his left. I looked at the scene in wonder. Our girl had struggled so much after Stella’s final succumbing to cancer. She spent several days wondering where she belonged, what she should be doing, and what that experience meant for her life. However, when she decided or remembered, she was back with us in a rush. Already it was like there was never a question, never a concern.

I eased out of bed at the recognition of soft laughter and talk from the kitchen. That would be Mom and Juli. Between the two of those them, both extraordinary if different cooks, this was likely to be a morning with a huge breakfast offering. I realized as I made my way to the bathroom that I was looking forward to it. Not the quantity of food but the time together that it represented.

I was able to sneak up behind Juli as she was watching Mom at the stove cooking some bacon and sausage. I came up behind her and took her into my arms, one hand going to an ample breast and the other around her soft stomach, and pulling her into me. After an initial flinch at being grabbed unexpectedly, she leaned back into me, welcoming and encouraging the fondling. I kissed her neck, then went to Mom to do the same, only she had heard the reaction from Juli and knew what was to come for her. Besides, I didn’t want hot grease flying around the kitchen. Not only would it be dangerous, I also knew she would make me clean it up. I then went to the cabinet for a mug and filled it with coffee, the miracle d**g of my mornings.

Tim came in almost at the time I got my butt on the chair. He was in boxers, but that was all. He was comfortable in his body and could be naked with us but it seemed mostly in erotic activity. As he confided in me once, it really was different for a man to be naked and become aroused in casual situations. For a man, it becomes more obvious. Although all of us would enjoy the sight and the feel of his arousal, and to an extent feel appreciative that we caused it; we could understand that his thoughts causing arousal might occur at times that were not otherwise intended to produce such reactions. He admitted that it was complicated and perhaps an unnecessary modesty move on his part, and we liked teasing him, but we also understood and, perhaps, even liked that it was for us that he was thinking that way.

He moved to Juli, first, then to Mom. His approach to a morning greeting was much more amorous, turning each into his arms and kissing fully on the mouth, not a peck on the neck like I gave them. I moved to get him coffee and had it on the table as he approached me. As he took me into his arms, like he had the other two, I slipped a hand into the top of his boxers and found, as I suspected, a hardening cock just below the elastic. After our kiss, my fingers playing over the head, I moved my lips to the side of his head, “I had a dream last night. A dream of what you did to me with this. I desire to live out that dream, Sir; later, perhaps, when we have time to play?”

“Hmmmmmmm, I love you, dear. I am yours whenever you want me. I take it you want some one-on-one time for a change?”

“If that’s okay, Sir. I don’t know why this came over me so strongly, but it has.” We kissed, again, and when we broke, I saw Mom and Juli, both with large, knowing, and approving smiles, were watching us. We all lived in our group with the same open and sharing nature of ourselves, but as the openness became wider and the sharing encompassed a larger group of intimates, there was an increasing awareness and insistence that Tim and I be given that private time that all couples occasionally must have. Further evidence of just how special our particular situation really was.

As the breakfast cooking moved into higher gear, including more skillets banging and the refrigerator door opening and closing, it wasn’t long before we noticed Harry and Helen at the entry to the kitchen. Harry had his arm caringly around the young woman’s shoulder. He was also in boxers, a crazy pair with colorful circles and swirls and had to have been something that a playful Juli bought for him. Helen was naturally just as naked as we were. She stood alongside him, leaning into his side and rubbing the last vestiges of sleep from her eyes. I put out my arms to her and she came, sat into my lap, and cuddled into me, my hand stroking her side and occasionally slipping over the side of her breast. Tim got her a mug of coffee and kissed the top of her head. She looked and acted tired and barely with us, except for the desire to be with us. As a concession, everybody moved to her, touching her cheek and kissing her head. It was a couple more minutes before she raised her head to reach for the coffee.

Breakfast was slow and full of easy talk and random sharing events and plans, exactly the kind of thing that happens around breakfast tables among families everywhere. Ours is just a little different and Juli expressed it, finally. Several of us noticed her gazing at her hands holding her mug and shaking her head with a bemused look on her face. “I just can’t get over this.” She looked up and saw the questioning looks on our faces, “Sorry, I mean that we are sitting here like this. The guys in boxers and the rest of us naked. We are enjoying each other’s company and a wonderful breakfast, sharing easy conversation, laughing about things easily and at nobody’s individual expense … while sitting here like this.” She looked at each of us, reached over to take Harry’s hand and kiss the back of it, “I would never have believed any of this would be possible. To be hopelessly in love with this man, my own brother, and to live with him in that love. To have others, you four, who I could share that taboo relationship with openly and freely and to be accepted so completely in that relationship. To be accepted and welcomed into your home almost as a member of your family, but even more that I am made to feel desired and desirable to you, male or female, that being older, less beautiful, heavier and fuller shaped, and softer is of no, absolutely none, consideration.” She reached out to each of us and squeezed our hands in turn. “Thank you. Harry and I don’t have much family around, this is so important to us.”

Helen got up and I saw tears in her eyes as she came up between them and put her arms around them, kissing each on the cheek. When she straightened up, she remained between them with her hands on their shoulders, “You two are beautiful and, I think, we all have the same feelings about each other.” Everyone around the table was nodding their heads in agreement. “We are very fortunate and have probably not given it much thought, just accepting what we have.” She walked around the table touching each person in turn with both hands on shoulders and a kiss to an upturned face. “But, it was exactly that realization that I had to work my through earlier this week. And, I think it is time for you to hear it from me.” There were some comments that it wasn’t necessary, that we loved her unquestioningly, but she was intent. “Stella’s death put me into a tailspin. Why? I certainly loved her, but, why? Cancer is deadly, terrifying and she went through it pretty well considering how it could have been. I decided that I hadn’t had the experience of losing someone I loved, all of this acceptance and love is so new to me. In addition, I started questioning the whole idea of this ‘family’ idea. However, an article on the internet when I search for ‘family’ started making sense of what we are doing here. The article was about a study by a large university on non-traditional family structure. Various names have been used; ‘chosen family’ and ‘voluntary kin’ are predominant in the study. Such relationships can occur in a variety of circumstances but are characterized by people who fill gaps in each other’s lives caused by death, estrangement, or distance and are much more powerful, intimate, and enduring than mere friendships. And, in many cases they are more binding and close than traditional biological ‘family’ structures. I think that’s what has happened to us.”

We were quiet for a moment, considering what our youngest member, our newest member of our group was saying. We really were a family, not a close-knit group of people. As I was about to pursue that, Juli spoke up from her own perspective, “So, you’re suggesting that real families don’t have to be biological, bound by blood and law, they can be just as real when they are mutually committed to each other?”

“That’s what the study showed and that’s what I feel to be real for me, at least. The night before I sat up late at night trying to work this all out, how it affect me, what I felt and what I wanted, and what reality was given the real reality that I could lose someone I loved and the pain that can result. After working through that study and my own thoughts, I poured over pictures, memories really in digital form. I cried and laughed, I got warm and fussy inside, and I got hot and stimulated as I remembered the event or occasion of the picture. And, I knew, without further doubt just how fortunate I was to have you. I also realized that part of deeply loving someone also comes with the knowledge that there will be pain at losing them, but that you can’t have the love without the potential for the pain. That’s the price of being a part of another person. That’s what you guys have given me. I can only hope that I have given the same to you, also.”

We all, nearly simultaneously, stood up and engulfed her in a family hug, naked bodies pressed against each other in wonderful, heartfelt, and sharing love. Juli was still working out details, “So I understand, dear, when you call us family, that really is your feeling. It’s not just a playful or teasing play on words?”

“It’s real, but it has to be up to you, if you accept it.”

“Barb has adopted you in her love, so that is real. Michele is your half-sister and she has accepted you as a sister. Tim has you as part of that same extension and all have accepted you as a welcome lover in the bizarre twist of this household.” We all laughed and nodded our understanding but acceptance of our unique life and family structure including i****t and sharing, not to mention the dogs. “But, Harry and I … you have called us uncle and aunt, do you …”

“Yes, I do. And lover, in the same bizarre twist.” That last part with a smile and we hugged deeply, again. At least as deeply as five people can hug at the same time.

When we broke, Harry asked us all to sit back down, “Okay, niece and lover”, drawing a smile from us all, “there is something I just learned last night before coming over but didn’t want to break the good cheer last night.”

I smiled at him, “Or, the clear indication of loving to follow.”

“Well, yes, that, too.”

Mom said, “Actually, now that you mention it, there are two things to discuss, but you first, Harry.”

“Okay … word came to me from Stella’s estate attorney … there has been a mess-up and he took responsibility for it. Stella’s will listed you, Helen, as the beneficiary of her house, outbuildings, and immediate property. It caused a bit of stir among the family.”

Helen looked at him in surprise, and then looked at me as though trying to remember something. “I … she … I do remember her saying something like that, but I never really expected it. Giving me the horses was more than she should have.” She looked up at Harry, again. “But, what was the mess-up?”

“She didn’t even own it. It wasn’t hers to will. It turns out that the attorney neglected to separate those pieces out from the sale when I bought the rest of the property. It’s all in my name. But, I’ll make it right, Helen; I’ll deed it over to you.”

She looked at everyone, tears welling up in her eyes, again. One more reminder of her close friend and what they meant to each other. “I don’t think so, Harry, Uncle Harry. If it is all right with you, you keep it. I couldn’t even afford the taxes. I know my contract with Colondaro Outfitters will bring in money, but what would I do with it? Unless Michele, Tim, and Barb are going to kick me out, why on earth would I leave this?”

“That’s the problem, then, isn’t it? I don’t have a need for it, either.”

“Wait for a little while, please? There might be an alternative that satisfies everyone.” And so it was left. Harry watched her, something telling him that she might already have thought of an alternative. Now, in his official role of Uncle, if there was ever anything he wouldn’t have done for her, now there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. Waiting to make a decision on the property was too small to fuss over.

But Juli had something else. “I’ve made a decision about your offer from Christmas. I’m ready to have my own dog.”

I immediately exclaimed my pleasure that she was taking us up on our offer to give her a trained dog of her preference. “That’s wonderful! What breed would you prefer? We’ll start looking to match your preference.”

“We, Harry and I, have always really been fond of Golden Retrievers. A mature male, of course. And, intact, of course.” We all laughed. There was never any doubt that the dog would be loved as a dog and companion but that it was also intended for a more personal and intimate relationship with Juli.

Mom’s turn, now. “There is a celebration to plan. I just want to know who is in it with me and how extravagant it should be.”

Juli played the straight role perfectly, “Celebration? What’s the occasion?

Mom looked directly at Helen and Tim put his arm around her, his fingertips grazing the side of her breast, causing her to shiver slightly. “A birthday and anniversary. Specifically, Helen’s nineteenth birthday and her first year with us, only a couple weeks apart.”

Juli jumped at the chance, “The biggest we can create.” Helen was blushing, but Juli pressed on. “I know, dear, but you have to understand something about a place like this out here. We celebrate life whenever we can because life is hard enough. However, we also celebrate death because it seems to bring those of us surviving a little closer together and we like to remember those before us. And, frankly, I have heard from many after the funeral, they feel cheated. They want to celebrate the life of Stella and you, dear, for what you gave her. But, this, your birthday and anniversary will be extras for celebration.”

Harry added, “I say we get the town square park for a weekend day. We invite the entire township.” It passed, over Helen’s objections, which were duly noted and rejected. But, my mind was already churning with an idea on top of that. If we could plan this for a Saturday, I wanted a separate, much more intimate celebration on that Sunday. We’d have to pick the right weekend to get it all setup.

Several hours more was spent at the table talking and sharing, a fresh pot of coffee and juice to keep us going. Nudity and friends. What a wonderful combination. When it was eventually time, Mom and Juli scoured the house for clothes that Harry and Juli needed and we walked them out to their car parked on the drive from last night. Hugs and kisses all around and they drove the short distance to their place dressed just the way they were for breakfast, which wasn’t dressed. Despite the time we have been living this way, it continued to have that refreshing feeling of freedom to stand on the front drive and wave our friends goodbye, all the time completely naked. And, with the dogs now licking at our thighs, it was an additional indication of our life of freely expressed sexuality. Tim walked us into the house but we were intent on different activities. Tim was getting dressed to dig some holes to place some poles in the garden for pole beans that Mom wanted to plant this year. We, however, were getting our running shoes and socks, our hair into ponytails, and prepare for our routine of a morning run with the dogs and then more time with the dogs. Hmmmm, sometimes the running seemed to take much to long before we could participate in the other part. This morning might be like that, but we would be good girls and get the full run in before taking care of the dogs … and ourselves. An interesting thing has evolved with the dogs; they have all gotten used to the routine and wait until we stop somewhere around the property. They know we will, but the location sometimes varies now, not always at the furthest part of the property. Sometimes we run further, but they just run with us until we stop.

A couple days later, Monday, Helen is already pressing her idea for Stella’s place. She was again with Dr. Anna and had finished up at one of the ranches south of her place when Helen asks the Doctor to stop at Stella’s.

As they get out of the Doctor’s pickup truck between the house and barn, “It’s hard to believe she really is gone, isn’t it?”

“I miss her so much sometimes. Yes, it is hard. But, that’s not why I wanted to stop. Let’s go into the house.” Harry had given her a set of keys just for this reason. Dr. Anna loved the house; she had never been inside before, always before being in the barn. It was decorated a bit old fashioned, but it worked well with the furnishing, which to her seemed like an antique museum. She loved the inside, the main floor with a formal living room, dining room, kitchen, small half-bathroom, and a small room that Stella used for sewing. Upstairs was the master bedroom, bath, and two spare bedrooms. There was a doorway leading to the attic that Helen had never investigated but they peeked enough to determine there was room for even more storage.

Out in the barn they did the same thing, checking out spaces, storage and the general condition of everything. There was a large room separated from the main barn area. They weren’t sure what it had been used for, since it was mostly just storage now. It seemed to be enclosed, though, with good plumbing, electrical, and flooring. Perhaps, at one time, it had been living quarters for a hired hand.

As they were walking through the main barn, between the stalls toward the doorway to the stable in back, Dr. Anna’s curiosity got the better of her. “Why are we here, Helen? You are showing me things, inspecting, asking questions. What’s going on?”

“We’ve talked about how you wish you could be located out here among your clients. What about this place, could it work?”

“I couldn’t afford this. It would be wonderful, but I can’t afford it.” Helen was pressing her, though, and her mind continued to work on it. The house was great and reminded her of her maternal grandmother’s place. She always loved that house. She could easily make an office and receptionist area in the dining room and leave the living room as it was. That separate room in the barn could easily be converted into a clean examination, consultation, and surgical room for a****ls with the barn stalls available for recovery. Some cleanup and modification would be needed, but not really that much. “But, I can’t afford it.”

“What if there could be some creative financing? What if you had a financial backer in return for a part ownership of the clinic, someone who wouldn’t interfere in the running of the clinic but would get some reward for helping with the financing and seeing it succeed?”

“Is that possible?”

“Can I ask around? I’m on pretty good terms with the owner.” They both laughed, that was an understatement.

They went back into the barn to look closer at things and noticed a ladder leaning up against a wall to a loft that was on top of the separate room. That had to be where Stella had been when she fell that time. Nobody had moved the ladder. Helen was curious what she might have been interested in up there and climbed the ladder. There was a lot of miscellaneous stuff up there, but one in particular was perplexing, an old leather harness that was clearly meant for use with a horse given its size, but … for what? She dropped it to the feet of the Doctor and, on the ground, they both inspected it. But, even in the better light, holding it and moving it around, they couldn’t discern its purpose.

But, she figured she knew somebody who would. She used her phone to take a picture of it on the ground and sent it to Sonja Colondaro for comment. It took nearly four hours for her to respond. She had forwarded the message to people inside the company, but in particular, to a man who specialized in leather horse equipment. He went so far as to forward it to a contact in Brazil who he knew was familiar with items that are more exotic. They were interested but wanted to see the item before speculating further. She was asked to take it to the new store they opened and have them ship it to the Albuquerque offices. Now Helen was even more intrigued.

I had my own news to share; Bob had gotten back to me about the dog Juli was requesting. He had a lead on one that he thought would be perfect and was going to follow up on it in a couple days. It was mature, being two years old, and medium sized for a Golden Retriever. I had my fingers crossed, but suggested to Juli that she get herself ready to assist in training a new dog that might be coming in. She seemed like a schoolgirl getting her first puppy. This was going to be so good, that all four of us would have our own special mates.

Meanwhile, as all this was working through our lives and half way across the country and two time zones away in an acreage development just outside of Columbia, SC, a Lexington County Sheriff’s car was pulling into the drive of a very nice house. After ringing the door chime, he was greeted by a charming and pretty woman in her mid-thirties. She was accompanied by a single dog who immediately sat next to her as she stood in the doorway, the screen door still closed. She looked past him and then at the uniformed man in front of her, “Yes?”

“Afternoon, ma’am. Are you Nikki Jacobs?”

“Yes. What can I do for you … Sheriff or Deputy?”

“Sheriff, ma’am. Sorry to bother you, but I received a complaint and … well … I like to handle these things in this area myself. Too much money and influence out here, if you know my meaning.”

“I certainly do, Sheriff. We have felt the same way. What kind of complaint? I can’t believe Sam, here, has caused any trouble.”

“No, ma’am, it would be you.”

“Me? What could I have done?”

“The neighbor woman to the North has complained about you … there’s no delicate way … well, she has complained that you were exposing yourself outside. Sorry, but could we talk about this inside?”

“Of course, please come in.”

They went into the living room where they sat in love seats opposite each other. She wondered what that woman saw. She was almost too afraid to find out. She had pushed the limits she and Joe had agreed on when they moved here from their country place in Arizona. “Exposing myself?!? Okay, sorry, what did she claim?”

“That you were outside on your deck topless during the day for anyone to see.” He was wringing his hands and looked up nervously, “Ma’am, the husband is very well placed in the governing political group of the County. I don’t need a big fight among neighbors.”

“I understand, Sheriff, but this is ridiculous and I want you to understand just how ridiculous it is. I admit my part in this because I was in fact topless recently, but … please come with me to the deck so you can understand my point.”

He followed her and the dog from the living room in the front of the house to the family room and the deck on the back. He tried vainly to ease the tension, “Nice house, ma’am.”

She wasn’t feeling it, though. Damn, that woman and her prudish and conservative domination of others. For all she cared, she could shove it where only a dog would find it interesting. That brought back a not-yet-healed painful memory. Butch had been run over just outside on the neighborhood road. She had always been suspicious. Sam was good about staying in yard, but Butch was used to all the land around the house in Arizona and never really accepted the limitation of life here. The teenagers next door always drove too fast on that road. Butch wasn’t that old of a dog, so the car had to have surprised him. She and Joe found him when they went out looking for him with Sam on the leash. Butch was their first dog and it was very hard on them, especially her.

But, she realized that Sheriff was trying to walk a minefield between her and the other woman. “Thank you. It’s too big, though. They all are around here. We would have preferred a smaller house and more property.” She opened the sliding door, stepped out onto the low deck, and waved her hand in a sweeping arc around the property. “So, Sheriff, can you see a house from here? I admit that I was topless, okay. I wasn’t feeling well, a touch of flu or something, I suppose. I brought some hot tea with a spoon of honey and a dash of medicinal bourbon to ease the symptoms.”

He chuckled for the first time. She thought it seemed to fit him much better than the seriousness he had been presenting. “A favorite for the missus and me, too.”

She smiled at his opening of a little of himself, “So, I was sitting out here with Sam, enjoying the feeling of the sun on me and … well, I thought the more sun on me the better. I looked around and saw this, nothing … so, I took off my blouse and bra.”

“I am sorry, ma’am, I didn’t mean for this to be more embarrassing.”

“Oh, no, you can relax. It isn’t being topless that bothers me, but her complaint. Look around, you can’t see their house. In fact, can you even see their property except for that piece in the far corner? She had to be spying on me, which is pretty weird. To be honest, Sheriff, my being topless wasn’t an invasion of her privacy, but she was invading mine to work so hard to spy on me.” She plopped down on a deck chair and started petting the dog. “I won’t cause trouble, Sheriff, and I will ask my husband not to, also. But, he’ll want to.” She stood up and they made their way back to the front door. “What now?”

He smiled sweetly, “Nothing now. I appreciate your candor and openness.” He chuckled, again, and she was sure this was the real man, “And, I really appreciate you not taking it out on me and your promise not to fight with her or them.” He started out the door and stopped, “I’m going to talk to him, not her. I’ll explain the reality to him, suggest he rein her in, and honor your privacy. I agree with you, you have plenty of privacy there to feel that you could enjoy some sun.” He smiled at her and left.

But, she was still quietly fuming underneath. And, poor Joe was going to have to hear about it when he got home.

And, just as Nikki had expected, when Joe got home from work, she unfairly trapped him and let off on what the neighbor had done. She related the entire conversation with the Sheriff, including his good natured comments at the end, recognizing that she had sufficient privacy to ‘enjoy the sun’, which she felt was his way of saying she could be topless if she wanted. Little did he know that ‘topless’ was the least of her original worry, because on the day she had gone out onto the deck completely naked and allowed Sam to lick her to orgasm under the sun. Apparently, the woman didn’t see that or the complaint would have been more graphic. She makes him promise, however, not to say anything to the neighbors; the Sheriff said he would speak with the husband about her actions. She got a glint in her eyes because she was thinking it might drive the neighbors crazy if they just smiled and maintained a casual attitude with them. They were not friends and there was now no real reason to attempt becoming one.

They were in the family room after eating dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, which had become a joint effort for them, a little more time to be together. She usually undressed at this point in the evening; partly to entice him to stay around and during it all he cops feels. Tonight, like many, they move to the family room, which has become their favorite room for evening fun. In Arizona, they might have been outside on the patio, the grass of the lawn in back, or further out in the taller field grass of their back acreage. There, life felt so free and simple. Sure, work for Joe was still work and he liked what he did, but at home, especially after they moved to the place next to Harry Adamly, they were free to just be and not be concerned about others in judgment or curiosity. Here, it was all different. There seemed to always be people around and despite the acreage they bought, they didn’t really have privacy. Their sexual play, between them and with the dog, became an indoor activity, like for everyone else, but they had experienced the other side of it. And, they were admitting more frequently that the other side, with sexual freedom, was better.

But, they still loved, really loved, the time they spent together in love and fun. If it had to be inside, they turned the lights down and indulged in the family room where they had the sounds and sights of the outdoors near them. Nikki still liked being naked, she just didn’t feel as free to be so like when they were at the old place. There were times when she quietly, secretly, and to herself, wondered why they ever left what they had, and for this. Of course, she knew very well why, the job, and it was good for Joe.

Nikki needed Joe close, very close, tonight. Not close, she thought, close wasn’t nearly good enough. She needed him in her, loving her, his personal way of reassuring her of their love and eternal bond together. So, like many other nights, they took the last of the wine with them into the family room and snuggled on the couch. But, the snuggling on the couch didn’t start until she had him undressed and hard. She smile at such a ridiculous thing, that perhaps she might have to actually work to get him hard. He seemed to become at least semi-hard just because of their intentions in the family room. The wine didn’t last long and they found themselves in hard, passionate kissing. She had turned, lying in his lap, kissing, his hand roaming her body from her breast and nipples to her already wet and ready pussy. They were soon on the floor; she was on her back, her legs over his shoulders as he plowed smoothly and deeply into her. He occasionally leaned forward to kiss her on the lips, nearly doubling her over in the process and driving himself even deeper into her wet and hot pussy. When they cum, nearly at the same time, they clung to each other as if someone might try to separate them. It would have been impossible.

But separate they eventually did and as Joe knelt between her splayed legs, he glanced from her closed eyes and partially open mouth, her heaving breasts and erect nubs of nipples, to her still open pussy with a bit of his semen finding its way out. God, he loved this woman! She was so erotic, but at the same all woman. In many ways, she was a great housewife and mother, except she wasn’t a mother and never had been. That was one of the few disappointments in their lives, that they couldn’t have c***dren.

He was aware of motion to the side and back, not really seeing it, just knowing it, and sensing it. And she knew absolutely what it was, Sam was moving closer, anxious for his own moment of participation in the events. Of course, it rarely failed that both her lovers would get access, willingly, to her at these times. Sam, though, had the advantage of being with Nikki all day and had other opportunities at her pussy that Joe didn’t except on weekends. And, ohhhh … the weekends …

Joe crawled backwards and settled in with his back to the couch, giving Sam room and access to their mutual lover, or in Sam’s consideration, bitch. Sam went directly to her pussy and he lapped up the escaping semen and juice from the previous lovemaking. Of course, his licking had the desired effect of stimulating more juice from Nikki’s pussy, culminating in her raising her hips off the rug in an effort to make herself even more open and available to his long, raspy tongue. Joe smiled as he watched his wife being prepared by their dog and that changed at the memory that not long ago Butch would be involved, too. But, now it was only Sam and they loved him dearly and were making progress in accepting that Butch was no longer with them. But it was hard for all of them. They even believed that they saw Sam on the deck or in the yard like he was expecting Butch to spring from the bushes. But, no, no longer.

The smile returned as he watched his wife straining at the dog’s tongue and he almost started a countdown in his mind for her to flip over to her hands and knees for mounting. He had witnessed this process so many times and still loved to watch her being mated by the dogs … dog. He watched, leaned to the side, waiting for her hand to slip between her legs and help or guide the cock into her. A technique she showed every woman interested in dogs, a technique he understood was still being used and instructed by Michele.

He heard the deep sigh coming from her and her head sagging just slightly, telltale signs of the penetration and the dog started pumping into her with a fury. He was always amazed at the urgency the dogs used in fucking. The knot entering her elicited a shriek from her, followed by more moans and deep sighs of satisfaction. Once they had both cum, her crying out her orgasm, and they were securely tied together, he moved from his position. He lay down alongside his wife and pulled her head down to him, taking her mouth with his, tongues coming into play. They remained like this, enjoying this intimacy while she was tied to the dog until the tie was broken. Then she fell to the floor alongside him and they clutched to each other.

Afterwards, they talked and some of it is nostalgically. Although a nice enough area, this certainly wasn’t what they were expecting when they moved here. Arizona is conservation politically, but the people they met there didn’t seem to have agendas about everything. Once they got to know some people, they were just accepted. Being a rural location and them being city people, it took a little time but the first friends, Harry and then Juli, paved the way to others. It has been harder for them here. They supposed it might partially have to do with what they thought was the ultra-conservative politics and overbearing, controlling religion of the area. Or, maybe it was just them. Whatever it was, they didn’t like it. The job for Joe was good and challenging, but the social side wasn’t so much. Losing Butch certainly didn’t help feelings and now this latest conflict with the woman next door. Bringing the Sheriff into it just seemed mean spirited.

It was dark and they had snuck out onto the deck with a drink, remaining naked after their lovemaking. Without lights on it was certainly safe, even from the spying eyes of the woman next door. Joe was reclined on one of the chaise lounges, Nikki lying between his legs, her head against his chest. They were both sipping their bourbon, Nikki’s free hand sliding up and down his left leg, Joe’s free hand cupping her left breast. She wiggled against him and craned her head up to smile at him. He knew why. Even after their just completed loving, her movements caused a slight stiffening of his cock against her back. It wasn’t a tease on her part, but an indication of appreciation that just being with her produced that reaction from her husband.

Joe fondled her breast now, not just cupping it in his hand, “Honey, you are the perfect woman for me and I desperately want you to be happy.” She hugged his leg alongside her. “I have been looking into a possible option to escape, mini-vacation, for a couple days and this seems like the perfect time to act on it. There is a small, quaint resort on the coast that I found. The proprietor says the weekends are crazy busy but some of the weekdays are nearly empty. He said that next week there are no reservations and he can give us a cottage at the end of the road, more isolated, so we can have our privacy, given the occasion.”

“The occasion?” asks Nikki.

Joe smiles, “I may have led him to believe this was a special anniversary. But, it worked, we’ll be left alone. Maybe with a little effort we can find a spot on the beach for you to be with Sam outside, finally.”

“Sam is okay to come, too? You are a dear man.”

A quiet cottage in the middle of the week for parts of three days, two nights to avoid the crowds and maybe find a spot to enjoy some outdoors activity for themselves and Sam. In all ways they can imagine. The decision was easily made and the reservations confirmed for the next mid-week. A simple thing, but it buoyed Nikki’s entire attitude.

The mail truck was pulling up to their roadside mailbox as they were driving out the driveway so they stop and retrieve it. She threw it onto the dash without looking at it. The drive isn’t that far, not like they had to endure in Arizona to get anywhere, but it still would take about two and a half hours. The time passes quickly, though, with the excitement of the expected freedoms for the next days. The proprietors are a wonderful older couple and they promise to give them all the privacy possible. They are holding hands as they make these assurances. Nikki finds that cute. Cute enough that Nikki feels empowered to pursue a point of clarification about the beach.

She leaned a little closer to them, even though there is nobody else even visible around them, “If I were to … perhaps … find myself naked on the beach … given the quietness during the week, would that be a big problem?” She even managed to blush, perhaps because these people were the ages of what her parents would have been.

They looked at each other and smiled. The woman looked around, but she must have realized nobody was around, and confided, “Dear, sometimes I do the same thing. But, only during the week. There are laws about nudity but nobody is going to object too much during the week. I know.” She had her hand on Nikki’s forearm and was smiling. “A young couple like you that would be a perfect addition for your celebration.” Nikki hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Hand-in-hand they returned to their car and drove to the end of the dirt road to their little cottage. They found a bottle of champagne inside.

The champagne would be for the night, now was the time for the beach. Nikki dug through her suitcase, found her bikini and proceeded to put it on. She and Sam were waiting for Joe on the balcony when he caught up with her. It was a short walk to the beach and she kept Sam close until they determined the situation. It was completely empty, not able to see anyone on the beach in either direction. Joe touched her shoulder and she turned to him. He was smiling but didn’t say anything. She looked at him, wondering what he was going to suggest. He didn’t suggest anything. He pulled her into him and kissed her, looked in both direction, again, and pulled the strings at the back of her bikini top and pulled it away from her. He then removed her bottoms.

She smiled at him, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. She picked up the towels and spread them out on the sand, turned back to him and put her hand on the front of his swimming shorts, “I want you … right here, right now.”

He saw the lust in her eyes, her nipples already hardening, like his cock was. “At your command, m ’lady. How would you like me?”

“On your back. I want to control this first time. There will be plenty more opportunities, dear, and you can do anything your lusty heart desire with me then.”

He dropped his shorts and tossed them next to her bikini. When she knelt down to suck his cock, it wasn’t to get him hard, he managed that already. She was sucking his cock because she liked his cock, liked doing it, and liked doing it for him. But, she was eager, eager to be fucking outside, again. She released his cock from her mouth and smiled as it slapped his abdomen. She straddled his mid-section, raised his cock and sat down on it. She sighed and raised her face to the sun, enjoying the combination of feelings of her husband’s cock inside her, the sun shining on her bare skin, and the gentle ocean breeze moving her hair. She sat on him for a moment, focusing on each sensation in turn before beginning the intent action of rising and dropping on his cock. She looked down into his eyes, finding smiling eyes looking back at her, and she bent forward to engulf his mouth with her own. But, her ass continued moving up and down, back and forth.

He reached out to take both nipples in his fingers and squeezed, then twisted them. He let one nipple go, moved those fingers between her legs, and pressed up against her clit, causing her to cry out in pleasure. She was concerned she might cum too soon to be with him, but she then felt his cock inside her tense, his hips rising to meet her action, and then his cock jerk inside her. That sensation combined with all the others put her over the top and her orgasm took hold right about the time she felt him spurt his seed into her convulsing pussy.

Although they were done, he had more intended for her and she moaned when it became apparent to her what that was. He rolled her off and onto her front before taking hold of her hips and raising them up. She somehow knew what the intention was and got her knees underneath her, her chest and face still on the towel, but her ass sticking up in the air. She sighed deeply as she felt Sam lick her exposed pussy the first time. She was still in minor aftershocks of her orgasm; her pussy was still slightly gapped as Sam’s tongue licked from her clit up and over her pussy and over her asshole. But, Joe was encouraging him and he was soon mounting her, his front legs clamped to her, his furry chest on her bare back, his cock thrusting at her until she moved it into her hole. And she gasped, again.

She was braced against the onslaught of canine fucking and feeling the knot being pushed at her opening when Joe touched her shoulder, “There is a couple setting up their spot further down the beach, do you want to stop?”

“Oh, god … don’t you dare stop this! Kneel next to me, but … mmmmmmmm … ooooooooo … Joe, honey, don’t stop him!”

He smiled and took up his place next to her, hoping to block enough of the view. Them fucking on the beach might be one thing, but the dog? That might be too much. But, they survived it without offending the other couple. After that episode, they were more careful with Sam and sought out a sand dune to get behind.

The next days and two nights were spent mostly naked for Nikki, which she relished. The old life style they enjoyed in Arizona came rushing back to them, feeling the freedom and the constant availability of nudity. And, they took advantage of it seemingly constantly during the time at the cottage. They went into the nearest town for dinners, enjoying those times together as well, holding hands and drinking wine. Otherwise, they stayed at or near the cottage and beach. It had been so long since they had felt this way! Nikki thoroughly enjoyed being mated by Sam and loved by Joe both inside and outside, on the grass around the cottage, on the small porch outside it, and on the beach, carefully behind a sand dune after the first time. They rarely saw anyone on the beach and the few times they did it was older men or couples who didn’t seem to mind that she was naked.

On the way home after wonderful days of rest and openly enjoyed sex by the three of them, Joe reminded a drowsy Nikki about the mail and she started going through it. Then, “A card from Michele.” She tears open the envelop, “An invitation. It says, ‘A celebration of the lives of Miss Stella Parson and Miss Helen Hawkins’.” She puzzles over the words and finally looked at Joe, “I wonder who they are and why is Michele sending this to us?”

“Maybe the inside will help answer some of that.” He was teasing her heavily and wanted to watch for a swiping arm in his direction but the traffic suddenly got messy as they encountered early weekend traffic heading to the Lake Marion Reservoir. That probably saved him, though, from being hit.

Instead, all he got was, “Oh, really? Why thank you, husband. What would I do without you?” It was heavily dripping in sarcasm.

The invitation card was covered with information on all four surfaces. As she skimmed the information, it occurred to her that this was a very big deal for the people of the area they left to come to Columbia. So, she went back to read more carefully and to provide Joe with details. They still had a ways to drive and this would be good diversion for him after the days in the sun. She read aloud about Miss Stella Parson, “Joe, she was about 90 years old!” Then, she read about Miss Helen Hawkins, “And she is about 19 years old. That is certainly an odd pairing.” She compared the two again, “This event celebrates the death of this Stella and the birthday of this Helen. Interesting … a comment here says, ‘Celebrating two very different women joined in love and respect, so we might recognize what they showed us.’ Isn’t that interesting? The invitation presumes the reader knows who they are.” She turns to the back, “The event is in the Town Square Park of this little town. It mentions pot luck, photos, remembrance, and for the entire family, and all who knew Miss Stella or know Helen are encouraged to come.”

Then she sees a note sticking from the envelop. She unfolds it, “A note from Juli Adamly to us.” She looks at the RSVP, the return address on the envelop and the note from Juli and sees they are all from different people. She looks over at Joe and starts reading, “Dear Nikki and Joe, I hope this note finds you well. I know we all get busy and communication seems to fall away from us. There is so much to tell you about life here. As you can see from the invitation, we are having a big celebration and we (Harry and I, Michele, Tim, Barb, and Helen) are hoping (praying) you can come to celebrate with us. I know you are probably very busy, too, and we will naturally understand, if you cannot. But, please, if there were any way that you could, we would love to have you. Harry and I are deeply in love and dear Helen insists we get married, that it is none of anyone else’s business. What a dear girl, you really should meet her. Michele and family (Helen as it turns out is Michele’s half-sister – too complicated to relate here – so just come!) are doing well with the kennel. She says the guest apartment is yours whenever you want it (she is sitting here as I write this, along with Barb and Helen, and says that there are always good dogs being trained – so just come!) Helen has heard so much about you from us that she thinks of you as the godmother of dog training. That’s a compliment, by the way. Yes, she is involved in the kennel business, too, along with going to school to become a Vet Tech and working part-time with a Vet. We all miss you two. Oh, come for more than a few days. The celebration is Saturday, but we are going to have a more ‘intimate’ celebration of our canine friends at Michele’s on Sunday. It would be nice if you could spend at least another day before returning. I am just going to assume you are coming. Love you both, all of us.”

She was staring down at the note and Joe saw the line of tears falling down her cheek. He put his hand out, touching hers. She looked up at him and wiped the tears away, “We’re going. Call Juli and talk the details. We’ll arrive Friday night and leave Tuesday late afternoon. We’ll put Sam in a kennel for those days. Staying in the apartment is good for me; it will give us a little more privacy if we want it.”

“Are you sure? You haven’t even checked your schedule.”

“Honey, I love you. It might have been a mistake for us to come here. I am not going to make another by not taking you back, if only for a few days. Besides, you have to meet this young woman who holds you in such high regard.” He was smiling, but determined.

She leaned over the console and hugged his arm. “I love you … and, thank you!”

* * * CHAPTER 60: AN ANNIVERSARY will follow * * * Thanks for reading.