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CHAPTER 61: JULI GETS HER DOG AND MOM GETS AN OFFER

Carlos followed up a few days after Nikki and Joe left to again seek to have Mom come to the island for a visit. He wanted to confirm that she still wanted to come, which she did. She expressed her excitement and I felt it was genuine. He said the company jet would be in the States on its way back after delivering some customers. If she was available the following Tuesday, she could come down on it. He then was hoping to bring her back on the Saturday after. That would be five days and she thought it was wonderful and it wouldn’t cost us anything for her to enjoy it.

Helen was looking a little concerned, but she could see that we were comfortable with it and apparently decided not to pursue her concern any further. But after Mom’s departure on the private jet with Marie on board, we discussed what we believed was behind her visit to the island. Nothing had been clearly stated but there have been too many comments and subtle indications that we wouldn’t have strong suspicions. She wasn’t at all comfortable with the speculation we had about Mom going to the island. She wanted to fight that thought. We assured her that her reaction was fine, but she had to remember that this wasn’t up to her. We encouraged her to just take this, like everything else, one step at a time and not to rush ahead of ourselves.

I somewhat regretted saying anything to her about it, but I didn’t want it to be a shock if it was true.

The very next day, though, we had a joyful diversion to focus on. Bob called and delivered two Golden Retrievers that seemed to match the specifications Juli had given us. After Bob left, we put both dogs into kennel runs and called Juli.

I used the kennel line, smiling at Helen as I made the call, “Hi, Juli, Michele.”

“Hi, honey. Did Barb get off okay yesterday?”

“Yes, she was quite excited. And, air travel is so much simpler when a private jet in involved.” She laughed. “My reason for calling, though, how does your morning look? Could you come over quick?”

“Oh, just mundane house things. Sure, I’ll be right over.”

I was just pulling the phone from my ear, when I thought of something, “Oh, yeah, come over dressed.” Helen giggled. Who else when asking a neighbor to come over would need to suggest that she be dressed? After a few minutes, I went to the kennel door to the outside and waited for Juli to appear from the trail through the woods separating our places. I wave to her so she would know where to go.

When she came in, “Hi, Helen.” She turned to me, “So, what’s up?”

I smiled at her, “You have a decision to make.”

“A decision. What kind of decision?”

“Wait there.” Helen and I both went through the door to the kennel runs hallway. We clipped leashes to the two dogs and brought them into the training room. Juli was standing in the middle of the room, I had Helen stop at one side and I went to the other, each of us putting our dog into a ‘sit and stay’ position. We were told they were both very well trained in these general commands and they both responded well. We stayed next the dogs but indicated for Juli to approach and take each for their responsiveness and her immediate reaction. She crouched down in front of the dog I had, taking its head between her hands, scratching its ears, and then petting down its neck and shoulders. She took the leash and walked him around the room, deliberately past and close to the other dog. She noticed, as we all did, that she had to pull his leash to keep his attention to her in the walk and not pull to the other dog. She did this several times, which was a technique we used to identify tendencies in the dog. Was he attentive to his mistress or more interested in other activities around him? He did fairly well with the training he had, but each time he wanted to approach the other dog. She put him into the same ‘sit and stay’ next to me and returned the leash. She petted him, backed up a few steps, and watched.

Juli was duplicating our established process very well. I was impressed since she was only an occasional and strictly voluntary and supportive participant, normally.

She then repeated the same process with the dog Helen was holding. The other dog responded well and similar, except it maintained control and attention to command even when passing the other dog. There was another distinct difference with this dog and it was the one that convinced Juli that he was the one for her. When she returned him to Helen and resumed her position at the center of the room, equal distance between the two dogs that second one was still focused on Juli, despite Helen scratching his ears and letting him know he had done well. The dog I had sat well, but his attention was all over the room. Helen’s dog sat just as still and his focus was singularly on Juli, but … I saw it as Juli did and her face lit up in a bright smile. The dog’s tail, despite remaining in a perfect ‘sit’ position, was thrashing back and forth energetically. Juli knew she had her dog.

Juli got down on her knees and Helen released the dog. Without calling him, he ran to her. We’ve seen this happen before. It seems that sometimes the dog chooses you more than you choose the dog. This dog met all of Juli criteria for a dog, but both of them did. In the end, it was hard to dispute that the dog made the final, critical decision for belonging to each other.

As she ruffed the dog’s ears and neck and she received licks, she turned to me, “What about the other one. He looks like a nice dog, too.”

“Don’t worry about him. Bob said he had a family looking for the same dog. The one you didn’t choose will be going to them. The only difference will be that the dog will be neutered before the family gets him.”

Talking about dogs being neutered is a little weird for us because we specialize in ‘intact’ dogs for a specific purpose. But, we are just as sensitive to the need to control the uncontrolled breeding of dogs. The simple fact is that there are too many dogs, cats too, that just leads to a****ls suffering needlessly. So, despite our personal preference and desire for intact dogs, we are just as supportive and diligent about the dogs going out for general adoption.

Juli came over and knelt down in front of the other dog and hugged it, scratching its ears but then was content to go back to her dog as I led the other one back to a run to await Bob’s return the next day.

To say that Juli was anxious to get the training going would be like saying a typical five year old from a middle class family is ‘interested’ in Christmas coming. It is a huge, enormous understatement. I could see in her eyes and attitude that she desperately wanted nothing else than to strip and get on her hands and knees in front of that dog. She had put off the decision of having her own dog for a long, long time. Nikki had suggested it when they lived in this house. We have suggested it, encouraged it, until we took it a step further and gave her a dog. All she had to do was ask for it and specify it. She finally did. And now she would have to wait, but not that much longer really. Most clients wait for the entire training process to be completed and we are completely satisfied that the dog will perform the best he is able. ‘The best he is able’ … after all the dogs we have seen, trained, mated with here or elsewhere, some are just better than others. Some of the biggest dogs with the biggest cocks might provide a dynamic and powerful experience, but I have found they often aren’t the best lovers. Being pounded and ravaged is fun, exciting, and enthralling sometimes. But, for a daily partner, a good lover is nearly always preferred. And, like Cody, Jackson, and Kaycee, this one would be a good lover for Juli.

I smiled at her, “Have you thought of a name for him?”

“A name? A name? Ever since I have given you my decision to have my own dog, I have thought, daydreamed and dreamed about him. And he is just as I imagined him. His name is Harley.”

Helen chuckled, “Harry and Harley, what could be better!”

But Juli was intent on more, “Training. What about training?”

This time both Helen and I chuckled, “Easy, girl. You know the right way to do this. Helen and Mom had to be patient so it would be good and right. But, like both of them, you can do the majority of the training and that should take the edge off.”

She laughed and we joined her. We could certainly relate to her excitement and impatience. Unlike many of our clients, Juli was fully familiar with the joys and pleasures of canine sex and now was anxious to take her experience to the next level, which included a deeper, more personal relationship with a dog she called her own.

Helen walked up to Juli, “We’ll use Cody, Jackson, and Kaycee as mentors for him. It always seems that training is more effective and faster when the new dog has a mentor to emulate. And, as an added benefit, you are accustomed to all of them.”

I asked the obvious next question, “When do you want to start?”

She looked back and forth between the two of us, “Is there anything wrong with right now?”

I smiled, “It isn’t like we weren’t going to be fucking dogs today. Okay, let’s get this started.”

While Helen held Harley on the leash, I went to the kennel door to the outside and called Cody, knowing that Jackson and Kaycee were likely to arrive with him. We were going to give Harley a crash course in human mating. Despite her proclamation that it was right to strictly follow the training process, we all knew that would be out the window if it took too long. Besides, unlike Helen, Juli was an experienced dog bitch in her own right. Many women of the canine community are very good with their own dogs, being able to anticipate and prepare for his particular approach to mating. When given a strange dog, they tended to revert to awkwardness and uncertainty. Juli’s advantage was that she never mated with the same dog two days in row. She always got one of ours or one of the dogs we were in the process of training. In this situation, I had confidence in a crash course approach, even if Juli wasn’t aware of it yet.

“Okay, but for now we only let him see you play sexually with Cody. We’ll let him have a visual reference and understanding, but not beyond that today. You two have just met, remember. Then, take him home and get to know each other. I think he will be good off the leash but determine that for yourself. Pet him and play with him, get him used to you touching him, stroking his belly. Remember, before it gets too intimate we want him comfortable and trusting enough to roll over and expose himself without flinching when you stroke close to his sheath. Trust will be shown by the appearance of the tip of his cock as you nuzzle him and stroke his belly.”

“I know, Michele. I’m just anxious to have the same relationship you girls have.” I smiled at her and completely understood. So, as Helen continued to hold Harley’s leash, Juli put Cody on his side and raised his leg which he quickly held up on his own, knowing full well what was about to happen. She then proceeded to go through the cycle of licking and sucking his protruding cock until she had the mouthful she was trying for. Throughout this process, though, she raised her head and glanced at Harley who was giving his chosen mistress his complete attention despite Helen crouching next to him, petting him and whispering to him. Juli then stood and stripped out of her shorts, blouse, bra, and panties. Then she moved into position on her hands and knees. Cody didn’t require anything more than seeing her in that position and approached her. At the same time, Helen brought Harley to the side for a better viewing angle of the process and put him again into a ‘sit’ position just as Cody jumped up onto Juli’s back. The dog looked a little anxious at the sudden change, but remained in position, apparently trusting us and Juli’s calm response. He, indeed, was a very well trained dog.

I watched Juli carefully to be sure her attention was on form and process that would carry over to her initiating the same act with Harley later. Though, I needn’t have been concerned. Her hand went between my legs as a guide and Cody smoothly slid into her. He humped her a couple time, hesitated to reposition himself by loosening his grip with his front legs, moving forward slightly and re-gripping her around the waist. All the while Harley was watching. Whenever Juli looked to him and made eye contact, I noticed his tail wag in recognition. This was close to the situation that occurred with Helen when she and Kaycee first met. I was pleased; Juli deserved the same type of canine relationship we have experienced.

Now seated deeply in her and positioned, Cody started humping with the deliberate and frantic style we were so accustomed to with dogs. Soon, he was focused on passing his knot into her stretching pussy. When it did pass into her, she cried out but quickly looked to Harley and gave him a weak smile as if to reassure him. I stole a look in Helen’s direction and was very encouraged that the dog appeared to be intent on the action in front of him and, although remaining essentially sitting, was very antsy, too. Although the intention was for a demonstration for Harley, not to necessarily achieve an orgasm herself, she still did and it wasn’t a surprise. Cody and Juli have been together many times and were fairly attuned so that even this exercise allowed them the time and contact to provide mutual satisfaction to each other. Juli cried out again with deep moans and gasps as we saw her back arch and her limbs shiver in response to her orgasm. Cody, for his part, thrust deeply into her and held his hind quarters tightly to her ass as he clearly was spurting his seed into her ready pussy. And, then they were tied.

As I watched Juli, tied to Cody and recovering herself, and then Harley as he sat anxiously but watching Juli intently, I decided to try something different. I got Helen’s attention and indicated wordlessly to release the leash at his collar. When she did and gave the dog the release command, he went directly to Juli and licked her face, which was pressed into the mat. Cody had turned so they were ass-to-ass and his comfort around other dogs in this setting was not threatened by the approach of this dog who was under our control. Juli raised herself to her elbows and then to her hands. With her left hand supporting her, she used the other to nuzzle her new dog and they exchanged licks.

I thought that was enough for the first experience. After all, they had only met moments earlier. So, after she was released by the tie with Cody and had sufficiently recovered, we tried just one more thing. This was clearly unorthodox for our training methodology but I was curious. I asked Juli to open her legs and release the dog. He was sniffing the air between them and started toward her but looked at her, as if to discern if it was permissible. She smiled and scratched his ears more and encouraged him. She wanted some contact between them desperately and given the opportunity by me, she was going to take it. The dog pursued the scent to the source between her legs; she leaned back against her arms and spread her legs a little further. The cum from Cody was clearly leaking from her pussy. When Harley put a tentative tongue out to her pussy, the source of the scent, and made contact, I think Juli had an immediate minor orgasm. The psychological impact, again. Her desire for contact and connection was so strong that even this minor experience between them produced that result.

Helen called the dog to sit and I called to Juli to close her legs. The dog reacted better than the woman did. I suggested to Juli that given his now familiarity with her scent and the source, she should begin the training to distinguish between clothed and unclothed triggers to his behavior. She sighed, stood up, and put her clothes back on, her panties becoming immediately wet from the leaking dog cum from Cody.

Juli took the leash from Helen and attached it to Harley’s collar, took a step toward the door, but stopped, turned and hugged Helen and me deeply. She then turned and disappeared out the door. I reached my arm to Helen and pulled her to me so we were in a side-to-side hug. “How does it feel?”

She turned her face to me, “Good. She is going to do well. They both are. It is a good match, I think.” We agreed on all those points.

The next few days proceed quickly it seemed for Juli and Harley. I maintained some restraint for Juli to offset her anxious desire to hurry through the process, but she never fought me. She knew it is in the best interest of bringing Harley along, to not cause a problem with his interest in mating with women, to bring him along in such a way that he would be an eager and willing participant in the canine mating activities, just like our dogs.

Three days into the training and Juli was almost going nuts. She took the initiative when she came to us after our run so it wouldn’t conflict with us. She sat Harley down, and then instructed him to lay down. She knelt alongside him and rolled him onto his back, nuzzling his face and neck as she stroked down his side. I smiled to myself, knowing what she was doing, convincing me that it was time to move to the next level. She stroked his belly and approached his sheath, her hand going on either side of it but not touching it. She was being very deliberate to demonstrate the comfort Harley had with her touch. She looked up at me, watching my eyes focused on his sheath as her hand came over it from the rear and slid along the length of it several times and each time Harley was perfect. Perfect, in fact, to the point of raising his upper leg to allow better access.

So, this time she would have oral sex with her dog. She was almost giddy in taking this next step because then it would move quickly now, assuming positive responses from the dog along the way. She got on the mat next to him, first nuzzling him with scratches, strokes, and soft words. Then she deliberately stroked his sheath and the one inch or so of protruding cock. As she stroked his sheath with one hand, the other was stroking his side and neck in reassurance. It didn’t really appear that he needed any reassurance. He was on his back and his legs splayed out wide.

She took her hand away from his upper body and focused on his sheath and cock. She bent over, touched the tip of his cock with her tongue and more cock came out of the sheath. I smiled at Helen as Juli moved to the next step, now taking the tip between her lips and gently sucking. The dog lolled his head back and seemingly sighed, if that was possible. As she continued to suck on his cock tip, more of his cock became visible and she immediately took each new inch into her mouth, not taking her mouth from his cock for many minutes. When she finally did, most of his cock was now out, red and glistening from her mouth. It didn’t take long until we could see her cheeks balloon slightly when Harley gave Juli her first taste of his cum. She took nearly all of it, too, only some trickling out the sides of her mouth near the end. She petted his side as she sat back on her heels, looking up at me with a smile on her face and her tongue licking her lips to capture the stray cum that had escaped earlier.

With Mom’s departure, Helen really stepped up and took a more active role in many areas of our life. Both of us took a more serious interest in cooking after having experienced such good meals from Mom. With Helen’s interest in fitness and health, her approach was an interest in even more healthy cooking.

Mom was calling home nearly every evening, sometimes early, sometimes late depending on what they were doing. They were doing more tours of the island and seeing parts of the island she had never seen or certainly gotten much of a look at previously. She and Carlos were having some dinners privately together, sometimes in elaborate restaurants, sometime in quaint little places. This night’s call started a little differently, though. Carlos wanted to talk first with Tim.

Tim and Carlos talked about Mom, exclusively. Helen was in Tim’s office studying for a test coming up later in the week. That left us able to converse freely with Carlos. Tim didn’t put the call on speaker as that would have given away that someone else was on the line. Instead, I sat on Tim lap … oh bother … and he held the phone with ear buds plugged in with him having one and me the other for both of us to hear. Carlos expressed his feelings, admiration, and attraction for her. He went on about his feelings, feelings he didn’t believe he could any longer reject or pretend didn’t exist. He talked about the first time he met her, his feelings then but discovering she was married. His feelings of protection when the ugly divorce started, how hard it was for him to leave that alone and be a bystander, even if he wasn’t completely one as it turned out. He talked about the conflict he felt now, the conflict of knowing Tim’s feelings for her, helping us to commit ourselves to each other, but now, also, his own deep personal feelings for Mom, feelings that went beyond what society would accept for merely friendship.

Carlos wanted to say more in explanation but Tim stopped him, “There is no need, Carlos. Michele and I have already discussed this and have seen this coming for a long time. The signs were certainly visible to anyone paying attention over the Holidays. We understand your feelings and attraction to her. We obviously have felt the same way. We also believe she has similar feelings for you or she wouldn’t have accepted your offer for a visit by herself. But, we have a concern that she may still be working through some issues of relationships since the divorce. But, we’ll trust that you two will work through those. We trust you, Carlos, to think of her, first.”

“Tim, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I value any relational commitment to others and belief that they should be honored by others outside that relationship. It’s just that … well, we find that we have experienced similar events and we’ve found others who have been able to provide a sort of family structure and relationship … but, it’s not really the same, not really. This would be at a different level.”

We leave it at that. We know what is happening and we all approve. But, no decisions of firmness are being made at this point. He isn’t ready to say more. He was looking for a gauge of our reaction, he got that. Now, we have to be patient and see how it evolves … and how soon. Once everyone has acknowledged the obvious, it is likely to happen very fast. Frankly, as much as our lives will NEVER be the same on a daily level, we couldn’t be happier or more excited. We understand what kind of woman and wife Mom is and has been. She is deep down a traditionalist who has been living in our relationship because she needed a time for security, protection, recovery, and growth. But, we knew, deep down, that the man she really needed to be with might be right in front of her. But, she needed to come to that realization herself.

The very next day, Juli was again in the training room of the kennel with us. I had already determined that Harley was going to be getting a crash course in training. Juli was already a seasoned dog fucker and that was most of it. The dog needed to be brought along in such a way as not to make it nervous, threatened, or in any way abused. So, in their case, it was going to be repetition on their own.

I asked Juli, though, “Have you been working with him on the clothes/no-clothes response?”

She smiled, “Ohhhh, yesssssss! He gets to lick me and I have sucked him. He knows what my pussy is and seems to enjoy licking me nearly as much as I enjoy it. So, yes, I have taken the opportunity to work with him on that response.” She then demonstrated with us and her. Helen and I both had just fucked the dogs and I was sure had the scent he would be attracted to. We stood next to each other wearing our loose shorts. He turned to Helen and sniffed the air, then did the same to me but didn’t intrude into our space. Then, I stripped and resumed the same position next to Helen, this time he came to me and licked my thigh before finding his target … my pussy. Juli smiled triumphantly, “I told you he learned quickly. Now to see how the mating goes?” I had to agree.

She stripped out of her clothes and dropped into position to present herself to him. He walked around her. When he was back at her ass, he approached, sniffed and licked, then licked more. He was licking her a lot and it felt great but she wanted his cock. I wanted to see how the mount would go. She wiggled her ass to break his licking and patted her ass, “Come boy. Mount.” He looked and then aligned himself and jumped up. He humped but wasn’t close enough. He got off and Juli went through the same routine very patiently. This time he jumped further up and she found his cock with her hand and guided it into her hole. At the first touch to her pussy, he thrust hard. Just pure instinct. Once inside, though, he thrusts became rapid and urgent. His long and ready cock was keeping him in despite his frantic and wild thrusting. She reached back, found his hind leg, and pulled him just a bit to feel his furry leg tight to her ass and thighs. Now he was seated in her even better and he was like a wild thing, thrusting frantic and crazy, but he stayed in and in no time she could feel his knot forming as it started bumping into her. Meeting some resistance seemed to create a little confusion for him but he continued to thrust and push. Juli was now pushing right back against him. He was very wild and it took longer than it needed to but this was his first time. He finally punched through and she cried out her physical reaction to the sudden and violent punching of the knot through her opening. Now, firmly locked, his knot and cock continued to grow and expand until quickly, too quickly for her, he was shooting his cum into her pussy. The penetration and the thrusts had been good and pleasurable, but the crazy attack on her hole was not satisfying to the point of producing an orgasm. But the intent was training and that had little to do with her pleasure at this point. This was a frequent occurrence in training a new dog.

I was encouraged. For the first time, I thought the dog had done very well. After the dog was able to pull free from her, she sat and looked up at Helen and me, “How did it look from your perspective?”

“Pretty much as we would expect. He looked very wild and lacked the control and discipline. But this was his first time. He achieved penetration, knotting, and climax. For a first time it was good. How did it feel to you, though, that’s the important question?”

“Pretty much the way you described it. It didn’t feel much different than it apparently looked. He was undisciplined, but he completed to climax. But he felt wonderful inside me. I loved the feel of him.”

We agreed that she should continue training on her own now. She knew the process. I laughed at a thoughtful warning, though, “Just don’t wear him out to soon. Limit the number of times and work up to more.” She actually blushed as she laughed. Maybe it was a good thing I mentioned that.

The following morning I am awake and out of bed with a kiss to my husband and sister. I had set the coffee pot timer so it would be brewed when I got up. I need coffee to function. My breakfasts are simpler than Mom’s but with some of Helen’s fitness recipes, we have found some fast and very nutritious morning meals. I am working on that when Tim comes up behind me as I am at the counter. He has both hands on my naked waist, moving them first down over my butt and then up onto my front and over my breasts. I lean back into him and sigh. He is also kissing my neck and, if I knew how, I would be purring.

“Thank you for wanting to do this for me. Your mom spoiled me, I am afraid.”

I hugged his arms embracing me, “Mmmmmmm … this feels good. I like doing things for you, I always have.”

“I could pick something up on the way to the office, you know.”

“No, this has become a fun routine.”

“You know, if we are right about Carlos and Barb, this might become the norm soon. Maybe you should make sure Helen is up-to-speed and prepared.”

Then, from the kitchen entryway, “What are you two whispering about?” Followed by a yawn.

“You, sleepyhead. I thought you were going to help with breakfast.” I patted Tim on the but to move him along in getting ready.

Helen put a hand to the side of his face and kissed him, “Good morning, Tim.” She turned back to me, “It’s just so early …” Tim and I just smiled at each other.

Helen and I were standing, holding hands, on the driveway as Tim drove off for work. When his car was behind the trees blocking the view from the dirt road, I turned us and headed for the house, “Let’s have some breakfast. We need to talk about Mom.” A funny realization hit me that ‘Mom’ with Helen was different. When I referred to ‘mom’ with her, it was the same relationship, our mother. When I referred to ‘mom’ with anyone else, including Tim, it was understood to mean ‘Barb’ to them. I did need to have this conversation and understanding with Helen. And we did. We talked about the common bond we had, about what Mom meant to us, and we talked about what Tim and I suspected. It turns out that she hadn’t noticed as much as we had, but she had noticed. She also admitted to having put it out of her mind to a large extent, not really wanting to consider it.

We were sitting across the kitchen table from each other. Our hands were stretched out on the surface of the table, holding each other’s hands. I will admit to a tear or two and I suspect Helen had a few, too. I squeezed her hands and looked at her in a very family, very sisterly way, “I love you, Helen. I am so very glad you came into our lives, that you sought me out. This is all part of life. Sometimes, separation is good, like before you came here. Then, other times, separation can hurt. Like when someone you really love grows and finds a wonderful new opportunity for themselves.”

Just then, there is a soft rap at the sliding door to the patio, “Am I intruding, girls? This looks like it might be serious.”

“Mmmmm … I suppose it was, but … dear, you’re never intruding. But, look at you … you bring Harley over this morning naked! Are you ready to join us this morning?” She was, of course, so Helen and I got our running shoes on, our hair in pony tails, and we were on our run. Our boys, including Jackson, found us quickly once we were on the trail and moving. After two circuits and on our third, we found Juli at the furthest back part of the property. She is on the ground with her legs spread wide and Harley eagerly licking at her pussy.

“You couldn’t wait?” Helen laughed. Usually, those kind of comments were directed at her.

“Is he really better than the other dogs, or is it because it’s Harley?”

“Mmmmm … maybe it’s just the latter, but it feels soooooooo good.”

“I think we all would agree, Juli, that our own dog feels better. Psychological, emotional, or reality it doesn’t really matter, does it?”

It was Helen’s turn to get to satisfy Jackson in Mom’s absence. So, when Kaycee was able to pull his knot from her clenching pussy, she stayed in that position and call Jackson to her. He came to her face and licked her, then moved to her hips, recognizing the position of his human bitches. Juli and I leaned down on the field grass and watched, our legs opened slightly for Helen to see if she looked our way. A little added stimulation in case she needed it. We knew, of course, that this girl didn’t need extra stimulation.

Jackson sniffed at her butt, licked her pussy a number of times, but quickly was on her back. And, in good form, her hand was between her legs in case he needed any assistance in entering her. He didn’t, as was evident by the quick gasp from her.

I reached over to Juli’s arm and touched her softly, causing her to shift to take my hand in hers. I smiled at her and squeezed her hand, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? A woman so openly enjoying such primal pleasures?”

She sighed, but was reflecting. “She is especially with her vibrant and youthful body and spirit. But, I have recognized the same thing with you or Barb.”

“And you, Juli. And, now that you have Harley, I know you will feel it more yourself.” I turned on my side to look at her directly, “Juli, do you ever wish … regret … is all of this ever a problem?”

“No, dear! NO! Don’t worry about that, not me, not Harry. Besides, you weren’t the start; you might have pressed on the accelerator.” She laughed. “Seriously, Harry and I started it with our affection for each other. Nikki and Joe’s acceptance of that, gave us encouragement. The dogs began slow and easy after some sharing. You guys took it to another level for us, but it has all been so wonderful. Michele, honestly, Harry and I are like newlyweds sometimes, chasing each other around the house naked and making love just anywhere, every room. The dogs with you guys, sharing with you all and Tim … honestly, I wouldn’t have guessed a woman could enjoy so much sex. And, I am in my 50’s! I love it, honey; absolutely, I love it all.”

I smiled at her, turned my head to Helen, who was in the throes of all the sensations of taking Jackson’s knot, “In that case, while she is preoccupied, how about a little make out session?”

“Hmmmmmm … you have my attention.” And we just seemed to melt into each other’s arms, our mouths coming together, our hands and arms finding contact with the other person. Two women, nearly a generation apart, freshly fucked by our dogs, and now finding comfort and love in each other’s arms and bodies.

That night, Helen and I greet Tim home in matching floor length shear gowns, heels, and white stockings for contrast and to show through the gowns. We have out done ourselves with a meal worthy of coming from Mom. Well, relative to what we often came up with, anyway. Helen is anxious to hear from Mom. She is due to be back in two days, but after our talk and Carlos’ call earlier, she is anxious to hear if there is anything more. It is all she seems interested in talking about at dinner.

Finally, Tim takes out his smartphone and slides it across the table to her. “Carlos is in my contacts, call.”

“Not, Barb?”

“Do you have your phone on you? No pockets, remember. Carlos has pockets.” Tim and I laugh. Helen is scrolling through Tim’s contacts to press on Carlos’ name.

“Hi, Carlos, this is Helen … Hawkins, that is.”

“I know who you are, dear. Do you have Michele and Tim on speaker with you?”

“Yes, sir. Ummm … is mom there, too?”

“Yes, dear, can I put the phone on speaker, too?”

“Please.”

“Hi, dear.”

“Hi, mom. Are Marie and Anthony there, too?”

“No, they went to dinner in the city. Giving us old folks some time, I guess.”

“Old folks, right. A couple of pretty hot old folks! Mom, these two have been giving me a lesson on the facts of life and what is happening down there. Then, I could remember the same signs that I was just blocking out of my mind before.” She took a deep breath and they patiently waited on the other end. “You two need to seriously talk. We love you, I love you, and I want you to be with us, but … I know what is happening now and you know what is happening. So, you two need to talk, okay? We, I, want the best for you … both of you. Carlos?”

“Yes, Helen.”

“You know how we feel about her, my mom.”

“I do.”

“Then, I probably don’t need to say this, but … if you hurt her … Anthony won’t be able to protect you from me.” There was tension on both ends of the line, but I understood what she was feeling because I was feeling the same thing, a desire to see her in this relationship, but a fear of her being hurt, of losing her, of separation.

Then, Carlos recovered, “Helen … Michele and Tim … I do understand how you all feel about Barb. It was difficult for me to act on my own feelings, but you encouraged this because you knew both of us so well. I understand about the loss of Barb from your group … believe me, I feel that vividly right now.”

Helen had recovered a little from what she heard come from her mouth, “Carlos and mom, I am sorry. That came out stronger than I intended.”

“I understand, Helen. And, I will not forget the intensity of your love.”

“Mom?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Tell Carlos about Tim’s tapestry. I know I came across strong, but I just got you into my life and …” Tears were welling in her eyes, “No, I promised myself I wouldn’t do that!” She used the napkin to wipe her eyes, “Mom, Carlos was already in the tapestry, remember? The tapestry isn’t being pulled apart, it is just evolving … like when I came. It is just meshing in places and it is still intact and even more beautiful.” Helen was crying but she didn’t stop, “It is beautiful, mom. I can see it, it is.”

They arrive in Carlos’ private jet. We wait inside the lounge as the plane taxis into position and the crew puts the blocks against the wheel and begin the unloading process. We are anxious, but only passengers and crew are allowed on the tarmac. When Mom appears in the doorway and starts the descent down the stairs from the plane and Helen runs to the door to wait for her. I follow behind her. Tim steps out through the doors to assist Carlos with Mom’s luggage. Mom, Helen, and I are off to the side talking while Carlos and Tim reenter the lounge area with the luggage, which seems like more than when she went down.

Suddenly, Helen screeches, she is holding Mom’s hand and is pointing at her ring finger, but not able to get any words out. I finally figure out what she is doing, look down, and we nearly knock her over in our excitement. From the other side of the lounge, Tim has also figured out the fuss. He turns and shakes Carlos’ hand, “Be good to her, Carlos. I don’t give up wives easily.”

Carlos is spending the night with us before heading on for his planned business trip. Back at the house, we open some wine and sit around the kitchen table to catch up on the details. We hear about Carlos’ proposal and the ring he selected. Mom took his hand and said she declined the one Carlos picked out, saying she wanted a simpler one. Carlos compromised with a much better quality diamond but otherwise what she wanted. She took my hand and put her ring finger alongside mine, it was a duplicate of mine. She said it was intended to constantly remind her of her other loving partnership when we were separated. She said that Carlos was insisting that her gold band, the ones we wore for our relationship, would remain her wedding band, just modified to include his name as well. He also insisted on the same band for himself with his and her names and the date inside. He poked Tim and whispered too loud, “That way I can remember the date.”

* * * CHAPTER 62A: THE BACHELOR PARTY will follow * * * Thanks for reading.