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Monday evening, Dec 4, 2028

The first match of the volleyball playoffs was Monday evening. Addie went to Ontario with Sheila to help her interview for her replacement as assistant, and I didn’t see her the rest of the day until the match.

They were playing the team that finished fourth during the season. The crowd was much larger than it had ever been before at the playoffs. I accredited it largely to Addie’s team uniforms; they were sexy as hell and everyone knew it by then. The kids and I were there, cheering every point. After losing the last game of the regular season, Addie’s team was as sharp as they’d been all season and won both sets by huge margins. They made it look easy, which it had been. One more match for the league championship.

After we got home, Addie told me she’d talked to Nicki about the wedding and Samuel’s plan. She seemed pleased, so I assumed it was good news, that, hopefully, she wasn’t losing Nicki.

First, she said that Nicki and Samuel had decided on a date of December 30th. They had wanted to get married before Christmas, but there just wasn’t time. Besides, I think Nicki was thinking about Addie’s stores. She knew that all the stores would close for her wedding and didn’t want Adriana to lose one of her most profitable days, right before Christmas.

Secondly, which thrilled Addie, Samuel is moving to Mountain Home. Nicki said that he knew how much she loved her job and couldn’t take her away. Besides, he and Lily didn’t have any family or any real reason to stay in Sacramento.

Addie was absolutely ecstatic about the news. So much so, in fact, that I hoped she’d relent on her no sex commitment. Didn’t happen. As a matter of fact, after we went to bed, she teased me about the redhead, Ginger; you know, innocuous things like ‘did her pussy feel good?’ ‘did she like to have her nipples sucked?’ ‘does she like to fuck or make love?’ Just the kinds of things to make me forget how fuckin’ horny I was!

I didn’t get a chance to call Joanie about babysitting over Addie’s grand opening weekend until Tuesday afternoon after school. She said she couldn’t watch them until Friday after school but could pick them up from school and watch them over the weekend if we needed. I told her that I’d let her know if our parents wouldn’t be able to watch them. She thought it was cool that Addie was opening another store, even if it was that far away.

I called my mom to see if they could watch them over the weekend, explaining that we were going to be at Addie’s new store opening over the weekend. She said they’d love to watch the kids; except they’d already made arrangements to go out to dinner on Saturday with Laura and Travis. Apparently, they’d worked out any problems they might have had. I’ll be looking forward to hearing about that dinner.

I called Joanie back and told her, yes, please, we’d like her to pick them up and keep them over the weekend. She sounded pleased. I know she doesn’t sit them just for the money, but she was probably thinking about what she’d earn for a whole weekend.

Tuesday, Addie told me she was disappointed with the interviews in Ontario; they didn’t find anyone they were comfortable with for the full-time job but did hire a young guy as a temp. He’s starting Thursday and is a possibility for the full-time.

Then we talked about a wedding gift for Nicki and Samuel. I suggested a trip to Hawaii, along with an extra vacation week. “Better idea, Disney World with the kids,” she said. Yeah, great idea, I thought. It would be perfect. I told her that I knew just the person to help with the trip – Ginger. She owns her own travel agency.

Addie hadn’t mentioned it the night before; she was having too much fun torturing me, I think, but she told me that Samuel’s going to be here off and on looking for a job. Too bad he’s going to be so far from Ontario. Maybe he’d make a good assistant to Sheila. Probably not, he’ll want something a bit more upscale than that. Maybe there’s an athletic club in town that needs someone. That’s probably where he’ll be looking.

The rest of the day and all day Wednesday were pretty ordinary. Until Wednesday night, that is. That was the final volleyball championship match. During the season, Addie’s team had beaten the team they were playing twice. The second match during the season was close, two sets to one and those last couple points that decided it could have gone either way. Adriana wasn’t taking anything for granted. After how well they played Monday, though, she was reasonably confident.

Both our sets of parents came to the game and we all sat together. I could tell that there was a definite sexual tension between our parents. Mom and Dad sat in the bleachers right in front of Travis and Laura and I noticed Dad’s hand reaching behind him and rubbing up and down Laura’s ankle almost as soon as we all sat down. Travis was right behind Mom and was gently scratching the back of her neck. Other than little things like that, they were fairly well-behaved.

The first set started out as a disaster. Nothing was going right, and Addie and team were behind 24-16. The set-point was probably the longest volley of the entire season, both teams playing probably the best volleyball of the whole season before Kayla slammed the ball straight down, through the other girl’s outstretched hands, absolutely impossible to return.

After that, they ran off nine straight points, winning the set 26-24. The second set, neither team had more than a point or two advantage the entire set and after the score was tied at twenty-five, Addie’s team had three match points and the other team two set points before we finally won the set, match, and City Championship 32-30! The final point was an incredible out-of-bounds save by Diane, the oldest player, then Crystal setting up a perfect slam by Jamie, a second-year player.

Everyone on the team and our share of the stands exploded in excitement when the ball hit the floor just barely in-bounds; their second consecutive championship win. I did feel bad for the other team; they just collapsed in exhaustion and disappointment. There was no doubt it had been the best and most exciting two-set match of the entire season. Maybe ever in this league, ever!

It was after eleven when Addie and Nicki finally got home. I’d put the kids to bed long before, Livvy with Katie. Adriana had taken the team to the Balcony Club, a nightclub we’d been to a couple times, for the celebration. As the coach and ‘owner’ of the team, Addie had the trophy, which she proudly set on the kitchen table. It’ll go to the store tomorrow, in the case with the rest of their trophies.

Addie and Nicki were still excited when they got home. You’d have thought this was their first-ever championship and was completely unexpected. Of course, I guess it was Nicki’s. “Nicki had a little too much to drink to drive. She’s going to spend the night,” Addie told me. She gathered some blankets from the hall closet and an extra pillow from Kev’s room. Our couch isn’t a fold-out, but it is comfortable to sleep on.

Then Addie and I went to our bedroom to give Nicki a little privacy to undress. After I closed the door behind us, Addie couldn’t contain herself, “Did you see that save?” she excitedly asked me, “it must have been at least ten feet out! And Nicki, how she managed to get underneath the slam… and then nine straight!” Addie was beside herself. And with good reason, that was an incredible series. The whole match was.

When Addie climbed in bed with me, naked, naturally, she said, still excited, “I’m so fuckin’ horny!” Then, just as I was getting my hopes up, Addie nuzzling my neck, “Too bad… we aren’t…”

Crap! But if I was going to suffer, so, damn, was she! I scooted down just a bit and took her right nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, Addie arching her back and groaning at my lips around her tit. Her hands went around my head, pulling me tighter to her, but I reached up, capturing one of her hands and pushed it down between her legs on the baby-soft skin of her pussy lips.

She didn’t resist the temptation to rub herself and, still devouring that tit with my mouth, I pushed her fingers between her lips into her cunt. God, I wanted it to be my cock instead of her fingers!

Addie spread her legs apart and pushed her fingers inside, moaning and thrusting out her pelvis, “Oh God, Oh God!” she was moaning out. That volleyball win had really turned her on-switch!

I encouraged her on, adding two of my own fingers to her pussy, pushing hers even deeper, right up to the point where her wailing was telling me she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm and I pulled her hand away, my mouth off her tit, blowing on her wet nipple and watched her writhing, trying to achieve the orgasm I’d just denied her.

When she came back down to earth, frustrated, her first words were, “I hate you!”

I laughed and told her, “Your rules, sweetheart. Now go to sleep.”

She spent the next hour tossing and turning and I enjoyed every second, except for the fact of being awake and so fuckin’ horny myself!

I hoped Nicki hadn’t heard. No, actually, I kind of hoped she had. I don’t know if she did or not. She was up and gone with Livvy early in the morning. Addie and I were up, but we hardly had any chance to talk to her, not that she’d have said anything anyway.

Thursday was one of those rare days that I met Addie for lunch. I don’t know why, but we seldom had lunch together. She mentioned it, too, why we didn’t make a habit out of it. She’d called me and told me she needed to talk to me, so we met at the Country Junction, a little place with a western atmosphere and really, really good hamburgers.

“I talked to Susan this morning,” she told me, “she’s feeling pretty overwhelmed, with the store filling up with deliveries. She said she had to fire the guy she hired to help and was wondering if you could come over earlier… like maybe tomorrow?” looking at me expectantly.

I was surprised, I was already planning to spend all the next week helping her, “Sure, guess I can. It’s a long time to be away from home, though. The kids won’t be happy about it.”

Addie frowned, “I know, neither am I. But Susan sounded almost desperate. She doesn’t know what else to do in order to be ready for opening next Saturday. Hopefully, she can find another guy to help. I guess the kid she hired, well, not a kid exactly, but he acted like one, wouldn’t do anything but check his phone all day.”

Okay, I’ll admit it, the thought of the possibility of nine nights with Ginger fleetingly passed through my pea-sized-brain.

“Okay, I’ll take the kids to school in the morning, then head over there, I guess,” I told her. They definitely wouldn’t be very happy. The longest I’d ever been away from them was the five days of Adriana’s reunion.

I couldn’t help but grin to myself, what I’d just done. I almost always thought of my wife as ‘Addie’ now, but thinking back to then, she was ‘Adriana’ again.

Addie looked relieved, “Thanks, sweet, I know it’s going to be a long week for me and the kids.”

We finished our hamburgers, then before leaving, she asked, “One more thing. Could you check with Daryl, see if he has anything you could take over. Susan hasn’t been able to find a good leather-works shop she’s satisfied with.”

Even after all this time, since Addie told him she couldn’t see him again, she was still having me do all the business with him. I had to hand it to him, even with as fast as he’s had to expand to supply our four stores, he’s kept his quality just as high. It’s been lucrative for both of us.

“I’ll give him a call this afternoon. See if he can have something ready for me to pick up tomorrow.”

When I called him later, he told me that he’d just sent a big shipment to Mountain Home but promised to send it by the middle of next week. He laughed and said, “Think I’m going to need a bigger building.”

“Yeah,” I told him, “I have a feeling this isn’t going to be the end of Adriana’s expansion.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end and I realized what I’d done. I’d vowed to not talk about Adriana with Daryl, not even mention her name. He obviously still had a pretty big thing for her. And the scary thing was that I was pretty sure she did for him, too. I wished to hell that he’d find a woman other than my wife.

“Think I’ll start looking,” was all he said. I hoped he meant something other than just a bigger building.

I was relieved to get off the phone with him. It’s a little awkward doing business with a guy who’s in love with my wife. I try to keep it just business, but still… I had to chuckle at myself a little, some of our ‘business’ relationships had seemed to go a tiny bit beyond.

That evening after dinner, we told the kids that Daddy was going out of town to the new store tomorrow morning and would be gone a little over a week. They both pouted but perked up a bit when we got out the Candyland and Chutes and Ladders games. I’ll be so glad when we can advance to something a little more adult, like Monotony, oops, Monopoly.

Even Zuse and Rascal, our two doggies, seemed to know that something different was going on. They lay on their bed in front of the TV, pouting, like they always do when they know we’re going someplace, and they don’t get to go. How they knew I wasleaving, I have no idea.

Anyway, the four of us played games until well after the kids’ bedtime, then Addie and I took turns reading stories to each of them in bed. Fortunately, they’ve moved on from Winnie the Pooh and Brer Rabbit to several books we bought them at the school book fair. They still liked to read those two to themselves, but when Mom and Dad read, they liked different stories that they couldn’t read themselves. Katie had really begun to like Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast. Kevin, Hansel and Gretel and The Pied Piper.

It was late and they were both asleep before their stories were finished. Then it was time for Addie and me to go to bed.

It had been five long nights since Addie and I had made love and when she climbed in bed wearing another silk nightie, my hopes were up that she’d maybe changed her mind about waiting. Especially when she pressed her body against mine and kissed me, hard. Lots of tongue.

When she pulled her lips away from mine, she asked, “You going to call your girlfriend about those extra nights?”

I nodded, “Yeah, probably, I’ll let her know I can stay in a hotel if she’s busy, though.”

She was quiet a minute or two, then softly said, “I don’t want you to tell me.”

I pulled back, confused, “What? You don’t want me to tell you what?” I asked her.

“About Ginger, what you and her do, even whether or not you’re with her the next two nights.”

I was even more confused. We’d always been open with each other, then it hit me, “Why, you jealous?”

Addie’s face turned red. “You are, aren’t you? You’re jealous of me and Ginger together next week.” I was actually quite incredulous. I never thought about the possibility of Addie being jealous of me sleeping with someone else.

“I… just think… you’d be freer with her…” I was watching Addie’s face and saw a tear fall from her eyes, “Yes, dammit, I am! You’re going to be with her for what, eight or nine nights? She’s pretty, she’s single… and you’ve already told me how much you like her. What if…?”

She left the question unasked. “Honey, I…” I started to tell her, reassure her, but then thought about how badly she’d scared me so many times. And how hot it had been. With Daryl, with Jonah, with Samuel, with Nick, Nick… still. I knew, but thought it might be good for her to wonder, even to worry.

What I did do was pull her tight and my hips started moving against her. Addie moaned and began to respond, throwing her leg over me and pressing her panty-clad pussy against my hardness. Her moaning intensified when I scooted down and engulfed one of her silk-covered breasts in my mouth. For just a moment. Then she pulled away and breathlessly said, “No, we made a commitment and we’re keeping it. You’re saving yourself for your lady-friend.”

I rolled over on my back and groaned. God, I was horny!

“I got a call from Tawns today,” Addie announced out of nowhere, a few minutes later, she’s going back to the Playboy Mansion tonight. Says they’re announcing the Playmate of the Year tomorrow.”

Great, that image of Tanya on that three-page foldout flashed through my already lust-addled brain. “I guess she’ll call you tomorrow after the announcement?”

“Said I’d be her second phone call, right after Tanner. She’s so nervous about it.”

“Well, I think she should be a shoo-in.” I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I haven’t ever seen a woman who compares with her. Even considering the fact that I might be a bit prejudiced after sleeping with her several times.

“Found an agent, too. She’s going to contact Victoria’s Secret next week.”

“Who, the agent? The agent’s a woman?” I don’t know why that surprised me; it just did. My sexism poking up its ugly head, I guess.

“Yeah, she is. Tawns said her name’s Michelle, Michelle Romanowski. She’s a one-woman agency but handles several big-name models. Says Michelle told her to wait until after the announcement to contact VS cuz her value would go up… WAY up if she’s selected. She has some other suggestions to talk to Tanya about, too, but she didn’t get into them.”

Wow, I couldn’t help but wonder, “What do you suppose…?”

“Pretty incredible, huh. Sounds like their life is going to be a lot different.”

I closed my eyes, those pictures of Tanya scrolling through my mind before I dozed off.

Friday morning, I was up early, packing a suitcase and watching my gorgeous wife sleeping, her coal-black hair spread across her pillow, picturing a different face and long, red hair, wondering what it was going to be like waking up next to a different woman the next nine mornings.

Addie finally got up and we got the kids ready for school. I took them and hugged each tightly before they got out of the Jeep. I told them I’d be sure and call on video every night.

I couldn’t stop crying a little on my way home. I have never been away from my kids for that long.

Addie was home waiting for me. I loaded my suitcase and garment bag with her watching my every move. When the Jeep was loaded and I was ready to go, she stood by the door, tears running down her cheeks. “I’ll call you every night,” I told her.

“No,” she said, wiping her eyes and cheeks, “I don’t want to know. I told you last night, I meant it.”

I know she said it, but I thought that today she’d see things a bit differently. Guess not. “Okay,” I told her, “but I’ll call the kids.”

She softened on it, “We can talk, I just don’t want you to tell me anything about Ginger.”

I nodded. I could do that. Then it was time for me to leave. Susan needed the help. We gave each other a short kiss and I climbed in the Jeep.

Addie stood in the front door watching me as I left. I hadn’t expected her to be quite so emotional. She really was jealous.

I waited until I was well out of Boise before calling Ginger. She was thrilled that I’d be there a couple days earlier than I planned. Said that I most definitely was NOT staying in a hotel.

It was mid-afternoon when I got to Richland. I wanted to find Ginger, except that I’d come to help Susan, not flirt with a woman. Plus, the little fact that I had no idea where her travel agency might be. I guess I could have looked on the internet, but I really did have to help Susan.

So, instead of doing what I wanted, I drove down George Washington Way and watched for something that looked like a new store. Addie had forgotten to give me one little detail – the address. All I knew was that it was on GW Way. Then I saw it; her trademark wooden sign in the window saying ‘Hidden Gems’, and the white paper with ‘Grand Opening December 16’ written several places in big letters.

I found a parking place, conveniently in a public lot just across the street, got out of the Jeep, crossed the street and knocked on the locked door. A few seconds later, it opened and Susan’s face peeked out, “Oh, hi,” she said, “glad you’re here.”

She let me in and I could immediately see why she’d panicked; the ‘Grand Opening’ signs in the window and a store filled with nearly empty shelving and stacks and stacks of unopened boxes filling the aisles. I remembered Addie telling me that the old furniture store was bigger than she really wanted, but it looked like it was going to be filled with her merchandise… eventually, after a LOT of work. I could see why Susan was desperate. It looked like an endless job. “There’s still more stuff coming in,” she groaned.

“Guess I better get to work then,” I told her.

She pointed out generally where, in the store, she wanted things, so I started helping with unboxing. The project was complicated even more by the fact that everything was in the way of everything else. Every box we unpacked needed to go somewhere where we could hardly get to for other boxes in the aisles. “Wish there was a little bigger back room, it’s full, too,” Susan explained.

While we were working, I noticed Susan. As a woman. She’d always been just ‘Susan’, Addie’s first store manager; professional, efficient, pleasant, but never even remotely in any kind of sexual way. After Addie’s revelation to me that Susan and her husband belonged to that spouse swap club, I’d thought about her. Now, seeing her in that light, I realized how attractive a woman she was. She’s fifty-six, a little older than Addie’s and my parents… and Ginger, for that matter. I was really learning to appreciate the beauty and sexiness of mature, older women.

Her pretty, golden-blond hair has always been in a bun. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it down. Now, I wondered what it was like. After all those years working for us, I don’t even know how long it is. She has an attractive, not beautiful face, never any makeup. I’ve never thought about it before, but now I wonder what she’d look like with a little makeup and her hair curling around and framing her face? Much prettier, I’d bet. And I’ve never seen her in anything figure-fitting, either, always loose. Even when she and John, her husband, have been out to dinner with us.

Our work was going well. Two of us working on it made a huge difference. Once, while we were working side-by-side, I blurted out, without really thinking, “Susan, why do you always wear your hair in a bun? It’s such a pretty color. I bet it’d be beautiful down.”

She laughed, “Adriana told you, didn’t she?”

Now it was my turn to laugh, “How could she not?”

“So, do I get to meet your girlfriend? Adriana says I’ll meet her boyfriend. Fair’s fair.”

“You going to let your hair down for us?”

She hesitated a minute, “Tomorrow.”

I smiled, “Ginger shouldn’t be working. I’ll see if she’ll come with me.”

Now it was Susan’s turn to be tickled. She looked around the store at all the boxes and what we’d already accomplished, “We get enough done tomorrow, maybe we can take Sunday off… oh, by the way, I’m interviewing some more Monday morning. Hopefully, find someone that’ll fit in with what we need.”

“Cool, male or female?”

“Couple of both. I narrowed it down to four. Ended up being two men and two women. You want to sit in?”

“Nah, you got it. I’ll work on unpacking.” Interviewing is not my thing.

She never did tell me why she always wears her hair in a bun all the time.

At six, I took some time off, hid in Susan’s little office, and called home. Addie answered and I told her I’d made it and understood why Susan said she needed the help. We talked about the store a bit, then we both put our phones on video and she called the kids in the room. We talked for the next twenty minutes until Susan poked her head in the door and said that she was going home. Since she had the key to lock the door, I told the kids that Daddy had to go, but I’d call again Saturday.

On the way out, Susan said she was going to get a couple more keys made.

Then it was time for what I’d been looking forward to all day, seeing Ginger again. I was nervous walking up the step to her door, my heart beating a hole in my chest, but nothing like the time before, just a little over a month earlier. I remembered that time; no idea of the woman on the other side of the door, scared to death all day, within about half-a-second of fleeing when she answered the door. Then a beautiful red-head with a smile on her face pulled me in the house and into her life.

This time I knew the person on the other side of the door; a beautiful, intelligent, warm woman who was eagerly awaiting my arrival. And not just for a single date, but to be her lover for the next week-plus.

She opened the door, the same smile on her face, beautiful as she was the first time, even more so as I knew a little about her, not just her appearance. She kissed me and pulled me in. Her perfume was so feminine, but there was another smell in the house. When she realized what I was thinking, she said, “Lasagna, your wife texted me with your favorite food. Be done in about a half-hour.”

If you’ve read many of these, you know how much I love lasagna. But it was the last thing I was thinking about that night. Ginger’s beautiful red hair down below her waist, sparkling green eyes, and she was wearing a pair of tight pants with a white, silky blouse. Nothing overtly sexy, just… God, I was horny!

I followed her in the kitchen, not taking my eyes off that sexy butt with the red hair falling over it, and watched her mixing up a salad. I think she was a little nervous, too. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since…” she said.

“So have I. I wasn’t sure it’d happen, though, especially like this.”

She turned and gave me a smile, “I’m glad it did.” She turned back to her salad and commented, “Lasagna was one of Eric’s favorites, too. I haven’t made it since he died… it brings back happy memories.”

I had no idea what to say to that. I couldn’t imagine, what if it had been me, and it was Adriana I was remembering. “I’m sorry,” was all I said. So lame!

She smiled, “No, don’t be, it just brought back a happy memory is all. I’m fine. Time to start making new memories… and last time was a very happy memory.”

She puttered around the next few minutes, putting the salad, plates, and silverware on the table. It wasn’t particularly erotic, yet it was. My hard-on had diminished a little, but was still there, reminding me of its presence with every move I made.

I wasn’t sure exactly how old Ginger was, but knew she had to be in her early fifties, and I had no idea how a woman could keep a figure like she had. I smiled to myself, knowing that my wife would, judging from her mother. It was no wonder that my dad was so enamored with Laura.

We sat down to eat and I told Ginger about the store, thanking her for the tip about the vacant building. She told me a little more about her travel agency business and her lasagna was outstanding.

“Susan asked if you’d like to come to the store tomorrow. She’d like to meet you.”

“And put me to work, probably,” she laughed.

I chuckled at that, “Yeah, that might be on her mind. She said if we get enough done tomorrow that maybe Sunday would be an off-day.”

“Well then, I’m your girl. I’d love to have you all to myself for a whole day.” Another grin, “But first, I’ve got you tonight,” with a sexy, sly grin on her face. My primary brain made another little leap in my pants.

We finished dinner, then cleaned up the dishes. After dinner, Ginger turned her satellite system on to a soft rock music channel and we sat on her couch in the living room. She leaned over and kissed me; it started out a gentle kiss on the lips, then gradually developed into something more – a lot more. By the time Ginger broke away, we were both breathing deeply and my little brain had grown to something also a lot more.

“I want you to make love with me tonight,” Ginger whispered, her lips about half an inch from mine, as she started to unbutton her blouse.

It had been a grand total of six nights ago that Addie and I had made love, an eternity. While I sat watching her, stunned, Ginger continued unbuttoning her blouse and slowly slipped it off her shoulders, then down her arms, leaving her satin, green push-up bra and lots of sexy cleavage.

This time I kissed her. Our mouths interlocked, lips open and searching. My arms went around her, over her long hair, my shaking hands trying to move hair out of the way and probing for the clasp of her bra. I finally found it and managed to get it undone, letting her bra fall on the floor beside her top. Any previous thoughts about Adriana, our parents or anything else except making love with this woman were long gone. My whole body was trembling with the lust I was feeling.

She led me to her bedroom, her back bare; with long, red hair caressing it, almost impossible to take my eyes away from. No, not ‘almost’. Inside her room, she turned, pulled my hands to her hips and said in her sultry voice, “Take them off.” God!

My fingers were shaking and barely working, trying to unbutton the two rows of buttons on the sides of Ginger’s hips. I’d never seen pants like those before, but damn, I wasn’t complaining! While I was working unsuccessfully with the buttons, she pulled me in close again, pressing her bare breasts against my shirt and her lips against mine.

“I want you inside me,” she moaned into my lips, making my fingers even more impossible to control with the shaking. She let out a small giggle and pushed my hands away, undoing the buttons herself. How such a simple task had become such a struggle I have no idea. Yes, I do, with fingers shaking as badly as mine were, anything requiring dexterity would have been almost impossible.

Once she had the buttons open, I did manage to push her slacks down, watching her as I did. She had on what Addie had called ‘boy-shorts’ when she wore something similar, silky and sexy as hell.

Once down to nothing except her panties, Ginger stepped back and whispered, “Your turn,” to me.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, just watching, a foot or so away from me. I know we’d been here before, seen each other naked and made love, but still… my fingers were still shaking and felt like clumsy little sticks on my hand as I unbuttoned my shirt. My horniness was in full swing and I was self-conscious about my hard erection, although it would have been even worse if it wasn’t there. My eyes were solidly on Ginger’s bare tits.

I slipped my shirt off and Ginger reached up to run her fingernails up and down my chest. I wanted to reach out and palm her sexy tits. “The rest of it,” she told me.

The time had come, I unsnapped my Costco blue-jeans and pushed them down. Ginger reached over and pushed down my Duluth Buck Nakeds at the same time, leaving me standing stark-naked in front of her.

She leaned back, lying on the bed, “Take my panties off,” she said. I reached for them, feeling their silkiness and pulled them down her hips. The first time we’d made love, a month ago, she’d sported nice, soft, red hair on her pussy. This time, she was totally bare. She smiled when I saw her, “I did it for you,” she said, “I did some internet-reading and learned how sexy it is. I’ve never done it before.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say, I was just too damned awestruck. I reached to her and felt the soft skin between her legs. It reminded me of that first time with Addie, although it had been Tanner enjoying her the first time.

I rubbed my fingers over her; she moaned and her hips bucked when a finger ventured in-between her soaked pussy lips. The perfume of her desire was wafting all through me. I wanted my lips and tongue spreading those lips, but far worse, I wanted my cock inside them.

I lay down beside her and we kissed, for real this time. As passionate as our kissing had been on the couch, it seemed like pecks in comparison. One of my hands stroked her breast, pinching her nipple, eliciting her soft groans vibrating in our mouths. My cock was pressed flat against her, aching to be engulfed in her hot pussy.

Ginger rolled over on her back, “Please, now, I need you inside me.”

She spread her legs and I couldn’t have stopped myself if a thousand people had been watching. Ahh, my cock slipped all the way inside her. She groaned and wrapped her legs around me, arms around my back. I started to pull out and felt her legs holding me where I was. “No, please, just stay right there for a minute… so good!” and then in a barely audible whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

Our naked bodies were pressed tight together and we kissed. I felt Ginger’s pussy muscles tightening around me and pushed, trying to get a little deeper into her when she relaxed her legs around my butt, pulled her lips back from mine just a tiny bit and said, “Now.”

I made one last hard push, then pulled out and back in again, eliciting a loud grunt of pleasure from Ginger. I repeated and felt her pushing her pelvis up off the bed with each of my thrusts, her eyes tightly closed and her face in a grimace with unintelligible noises coming from her mouth as, together, we came to a rapid orgasm. I know there were noises coming from my own mouth, but I had no conscious knowledge except the feeling quickly spreading from my erupting cock through my whole body.

When it finally subsided, Ginger’s trembling body and her groans once again entered my consciousness. She was still in the throes of her own orgasm, legs wrapped tightly around me again and thrusting her hips into my still-hard shaft.

I held myself up with my arms and felt her gradually relax and watched her face as she opened her eyes. She didn’t say anything, just smiled and pulled my face to hers and kissed me; gently, softly, her lips exploring and sensual.

When I felt myself soften inside her, I rolled off and we both lay on our sides together, holding each other tightly together. There weren’t any words adequate so we lay like that, cheek-to-cheek. I know there was a big smile on Ginger’s face, the same as there was on mine. I couldn’t help but think of the upcoming week with this woman and wondered how madly in love with her I’d be by the end of it. I know that thought should have raised alarm bells going off at full volume in my pea-brain, but all it actually brought was a warm, cozy feeling.

A few minutes later, nuzzling my neck, she told me, “I have a confession to make… last time, I told you that you were the first man here, in my bedroom… since Eric. Well, that was true, but I sort of implied there had been others… there weren’t. You’re the first I’ve even been out with since…”

Wow, I didn’t know how to take that. Guess it made me feel pretty damned special, like something I sure as hell didn’t deserve. I turned my head just a little and Ginger kissed me again, those soft lips.

We made love once more during the night after I woke up from a dream with her nipple in my mouth. That time she ended up sitting on my pelvis, my cock deep inside her, sliding up and down on me, that long hair tickling my chest.

In the morning, at least I guessed it was morning, Ginger woke me up and asked if I was going to the gym with her. I struggled to get awake, remembering the night before. When I managed to get my eyes open, she was standing beside the bed. I marveled at how a fifty-plus-year-old woman had a body like that. She asked me again, “I’m going to the gym, morning workout, come with me?”

“What time is it?” I mumbled. I was still half asleep!

Ginger looked wide awake, “Six, it’s what time I go every morning.”

No wonder she has a body like a thirty-year-old, I realized. God, she was sexy standing there naked. I managed to get my feet on the floor and watched her open her drawer and pull on a pair of panties then tight pants, something like Addie’s volleyball uniform, except without the cut-outs, and a matching top.

“I didn’t bring anything to wear,” I told her. I hadn’t anticipated going to a gym.

She smiled and said, “We’ll get you something, but for now…” and she rummaged in another dresser, holding up a pair of sweatpants and shirt. “I know I need to clean these things out, but this was Eric’s, would it be okay?”

After we both dressed, she said the athletic club is only six blocks away, so she normally walks unless the weather’s really bad. I looked at the thermometer, twenty-eight degrees. Brrr!

Ginger tied her hair up on top her head like she’d done it a few thousand times before and we were out on the sidewalk walking to her club. She walks fast, I had to hurry to keep up with her.

Since I was going to be with her for the next eight mornings, Ginger suggested I buy a temporary membership, since she couldn’t get me in as a guest for that long. Once we were in, I didn’t even try to keep up with her for the hour she was there. She went from running on the treadmill for what seemed like forever, to some machine that worked her arms and upper body, to another that worked her stomach muscles. I walked on a treadmill. It’s no damn wonder her body’s in the shape it’s in.

On the walk back home, thankfully, she walked a little slower. She told me that she’s been exercising since shortly after Eric had his heart attack. “It was an awakening to take care of myself,” she said. From what I’ve seen, it’s damn well worked.

After we showered (separately) and had breakfast (yogurt, peaches and an egg), Ginger accompanied me to the store. Susan was already there and had left the back door unlocked. When I first saw Susan, I stopped and gaped for a minute. Not only was her hair down like she said she would, it was beautiful; below her shoulders, golden-brown with just a little curl. Not only that, but she’d worn different clothes than I’d ever seen her wear before. They were still fairly loose-fitting and comfortable looking, but they also showed off her figure, which was very nice. Seeing her looking like that and thinking about her at a ‘couples, sex club’, made my little man jump just in spite of the night before.

She had a big grin on her face when I introduced her and Ginger. The way the two of them immediately interacted with each other, I could foresee a friendship in the making.

The three of us worked hard all day, it was a workday and we made the most of it, except at lunchtime, we were all starved, so Susan sent me up the street to a pizza place. Even with that, we sat down just long enough to eat, then back to work.

During our short lunch, Susan told me that the candy company, aptly named ‘The Candy Factory’, a little store along the highway between Mesa and Connell, was going to fill the candy counter on Thursday, then have someone there during the grand-opening week.

I let her know that Daryl was sending a shipment in the middle of the week. One thing she hadn’t been able to find yet was someone to provide the hand-made toys. “I’m going to talk to Adriana about LeRoy, (toymaker in Boise) maybe he can send us some.”

By the end of the day, I was happy with what we’d accomplished. We’d probably gotten at least a third of the stock on shelves. Susan was pleased, too, and told me that we wouldn’t need to be back until Monday.

Before we went home, I went in the office and called home again. Addie sounded happy to hear from me and I told her that Susan was happy with our progress. I didn’t mention that we weren’t going to be working Sunday. She called the kids in from their bedroom, telling them, “Daddy’s on the phone.”

I put my phone on video and spent the next half-hour talking with our kids. I hated telling them that Daddy had to go, but Addie had come back in the room with them and said she needed to talk to me.

I started to ask her, “Do you want to know anything about…”

She cut me off and said, “No, maybe when you get home, but not until then… at least.”

“But I do have some news,” she said, “remember that Playboy was going to announce the Playmate of the Year yesterday? Well, guess who won?”

I hoped I knew, “Tawns?”

I held my breath waiting for Addie to answer, “Nn… YES! Our Tanya is Playboy Playmate of the year!”

I let my breath out, thinking, ‘Holy shit!’ from a semi-joke on a ‘professional women’ suggestion to Playmate of the Year!

“And guess who gets a hundred-thousand-dollar bonus?” Well, that’s pretty easy. “And who else gets a ten-thousand-dollar bonus?”

She had to be kidding, for a simple e-mail? “Us?” I tentatively asked her.

“Well, to be technically correct - you, but yeah, that little tip suggesting Tanya to Playboy just netted us another ten-thousand dollars!”

“And guess where she’s going,” Addie said.

“Umm, home? Our house?”

“No, dummy, they’re taking her to the Seychelles Islands for photos.”

Say what? Where? “The Sayshells Islands?”

She laughed, “Not exactly,” then she spelled it out for me, “S E Y C H E L L E S,” and went on, “I looked it up on the internet. They’re so beautiful. Perfect for a sexy photoshoot.”

We talked a few more minutes, saying nothing of any substance, then said goodbye and I clicked my phone off.

I sat thinking for a few minutes, Tanya – Playmate of the Year, definitely brought a smile to my face. I wondered about Addie not wanting to hear anything at all about Ginger. She didn’t sound jealous or anything, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she was just trying to cover it up. She sure had acted like she was that last night and the morning I left. Women! I wasn’t going to let it bother me one way or the other. And so far, at least, Katie and Kevin were coping pretty well with Daddy being gone. I figured they’d probably start to get a little more upset about it after a few more days.

I felt guilty about keeping Ginger waiting as long as I had. She’d worked hard all day and I was sure wanted to go home. I sure as hell wanted to go home with her!

On the way to her house, I thanked her for the help and told her that we’d be sending her a check for the day’s work. She laughed and said, “No, I don’t think that’s necessary, I enjoyed it... besides,” she said, “I’ll take it out in trade later tonight.”

I looked over at her and her grin was ear-to-ear. “Speaking of that,” she started, “you too tired to go out tonight? There’s a really cool place I’d love to take you to.”

I was tired, it had been a long day since six in the morning. But hey, if Ginger could manage it after the hard day she’s had, “Sounds like fun. I need to dress up?”

“A little, nothing fancy. I’ll just be wearing a skirt and blouse.” I was pretty sure that ‘just’ a skirt and blouse would be anything but. Just the thought of going out with Ginger again brought a rise to my nether region. There had been little teasing comments off and on all day, making the work much more enjoyable.

I used the main bathroom, showered the day’s work off of me, brushed my teeth, shaved and splashed on a little after-shave. I don’t usually wear it, but Addie likes it and bought it for me before her reunion. I got a little pleasure from the fact that she had made sure it was in my travel kit for this trip; I guess, thinking that Ginger might like it, too.

Back in Ginger’s room, when I went rummaging into the underwear compartment of my suitcase, I felt something weird that I was sure I hadn’t put there and hadn’t noticed before. When I pulled it out, what the hell? It was the little vibrator Addie bought in Virginia City, the one that’s not so ‘little’ when it’s turned on. I dug a little more and, sure enough, found the remote that went with it. What the hell did she expect me to do with that? I thought just a little and chuckled, it seemed pretty obvious.

Ginger was still in her bathroom getting ready, so I turned it on and confirmed that it apparently had a fresh battery.

I finished getting dressed; a nice pair of slacks and satin shirt and put the vibrator and remote in my pocket, then sat on the bed and waited. Ginger didn’t take nearly as long as Addie usually does. Maybe more practice with makeup? Nah, doubt it.

She was beautiful. Not overly sexy, just beautiful. She had on a dark blue blouse with large flower designs all over, then a matching solid blue skirt several inches above her knees. She’d arranged her hair so that it hung partially in front of her shoulders. The blue with her red hair looked incredible.

“I found something in my suitcase just now, think Adriana sent it for you,” I told Ginger, showing her the little device.

She took it from me and looked at it, turning it over and back and forth with a quizzical look on her face. “What is it?” she asked. “What do I do with it?”

I’m sure my face turned red. “I, uh, think it… sort of… goes inside you.”

Now it was Ginger’s turn for the red face, “Inside me? You mean…?”

I nodded, “Uhuh,” I told her, “that’s what I mean… kind of, you know, like a tampon.”

She stared at me a long time, then, “For?”

Then I think it finally came to her. She took it in the bathroom and told me, “Be right back.”

She was back in about a minute. “I’ve never even seen anything like that. Not sure about it, but can hardly even feel it.”

I shrugged my shoulder, “Addie’s used it, I know, not sure what it’s supposed…”

“Well, seems kind of silly, but I’m ready, you?”

“I am, where we going?”

“You ever been to a Japanese Steakhouse?”

I had, “There’s one in Boise, Addie and I went once, loved it.” I have no idea why we never went back; we’d enjoyed it.

“Well, that’s where we’re going. Your car or mine?”

I’d seen her car in the driveway, a really cool-looking, silver BMW Z4. That or my dirty Jeep Wrangler. “Tough choice, yours?”

She smiled and handed me the keys, “My little extravagance last year.”

A few minutes later, after just about the coolest drive I’ve ever had, we pulled into the parking lot. I promise, I hadn’t even peeked when Ginger slid in on the soft, leather seats, pulling her skirt up to the middle of her thigh.

We didn’t have a reservation, so were told there’d be about a fifteen-minute wait. We sat in the little lobby and Ginger told me, “I think I’m going to really like your store, how’d you come to have them?”

So I told her from the beginning, how Addie and I met when I talked her out of buying a set of overpriced knives, then Maurice’s wanting to transfer her to Pendleton and our decision to start her own store instead. And how she used the experience of the knives as a lesson in how to treat her customers, how successful the stores were and she opened one after the other until now she’ll be up to five when this one opens.

“Wow, I’m impressed. So they’re hers?” she asked.

“Well, technically, they’re ours, but she’s been the talent behind them. I mostly follow orders and do the grunt work. By the way, she said to thank you for the tip on this one.”

“Tell her she’s welcome, glad it’s working out. And I’m for sure going to want one of those clocks!”

I laughed, “Love those, funny story on how we got into them. I’ll tell you about that another time. But I’m curious, how’d you get in the travel business?” I asked her.

Our little buzzer went off telling us that our table was ready. We followed the hostess, a pretty little Japanese girl, into the restaurant. It was pretty much like the one Addie and I went to; several U-shaped seating areas around their own grills. Seating for two on each side of the ‘U’ and four down the middle. She seated Ginger and me on the end of the row of four. I was on the end, Ginger next to an older man on her left, obviously there with his wife, two other couples on the edges of the ‘U’; a young couple, probably mid-twenties and the last couple probably in their forties.

We all introduced ourselves since we were sitting with each other. I don’t remember a single name, though, had other things on my mind. The hostess took our drink orders, my ice tea and Ginger’s Mountain Dew (ugh!). A couple minutes later we had our drinks and menus. We discovered we both like shrimp and steak, so decided on the special for two.

While we were waiting for the waiter to take our orders, I asked her again how she had gotten in the travel business.

She laughed, “I loved traveling when I was a kid, but we never got to go far. The farthest we ever went was Disneyland one time. But it was in my blood, so I decided in high school it’s what I wanted to do. Got my degree in hospitality at Oregon State and went to work for an agency. That was where I met Eric, he was booking a trip to Sweden for his parents.” She stopped and I could tell she was thinking, “Opened my own agency nine years ago. Never regretted it for a minute.” After a short pause, she added, “It was hard after Eric died, but I know he wouldn’t have wanted me to quit.”

I had no idea what to say. I could tell from her expression that she was likely close to tears after that, so I wanted to change the subject a little. I know, coward!

“I think we’ll be talking to you about a trip to Disney World for one of Addie’s managers, her new husband, and their two kids. She’s getting married the end of the year and we want to give them the trip as a wedding present.”

Ginger smiled at that, “What a beautiful idea! They’ll love it. I can arrange a great trip for them.”

That was when our chef arrived with the cart full of food, greeted us all and right off started cracking silly jokes. One of the first things he did was oil the table and make a little mountain out of onion rings, with an ongoing prattle about some silly little thing, then produced a propane lighter and ignited the onion ring mountain volcano.

I knew what he was going to do and had reached in my pocket, waiting. As soon as he ignited it and flames shot out the top, I turned the vibrator that Ginger had completely forgotten about on high. She shrieked and clamped her legs together, startled at what the little volcano had seemed to trigger inside her.

“Ohh, Ohh, Ohh!” Ginger seemed to have forgotten she was sitting in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

The three couples sitting with us turned and watched her, quizzical looks on their faces and our chef asked her, “Are you okay, Ma’am?”

When she realized that people were watching her, Ginger’s face turned nearly as red as her hair and she muttered out, “I…I… yes, okay.” I still hadn’t turned the vibrator down but did so then, turned it off, and she slowly returned to somewhat normal.

Ginger leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You did that, didn’t you?” I smiled and nodded that I had. “It felt so good, do it again.” I tried to not look surprised, but not sure I pulled it off. I reached in my pocket again and turned the vibrator back on, just on a medium speed this time. “Mmm, like that,” she said.

I was enjoying the looks Ginger was getting as the feelings inside her were radiated from her face. She wasn’t good at all at concealing her feelings. The chef continued cooking our food and showing off his knife skills, but Ginger seemed to be far away from what was going on at the table. More than once, I watched her biting her bottom lip and her eyes rolling up. Of course, I was constantly turning her vibrator up or down to give a little variety. And from how she was reacting to it, I had an idea what those vibrating rubber tentacles were doing to her clitoris.

When the chef started piling the food on our plates, I turned it all the way back to high, then a moment later when I heard her first moan, turned it back off. The others at our table were looking at her, undoubtedly wondering what was going on with her.

Like I said, she’s not good at hiding her feelings… and she was definitely having ‘feelings’.

As I was sitting there minding my own business, eating some of my shrimp, turning her vibrator up and down, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I’m killing you when we get out of here, you know.” I smiled, thinking she probably didn’t mean it.

A few minutes later when I turned it off, she leaned over once again and said, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare turn it off!”

I couldn’t stop the smirk on my face when she said that and scolded her, “Your language!” I left it turned off.

We were actually nearly finished with dinner and our waitress had just brought our little dish of ice cream when I decided to accommodate the lady, turning it back on high. She sputtered and spit out the bite of ice cream she’d just taken. Of course, I hadn’t intentionally timed it to get that kind of reaction, it was just coincidence.

I let it go just until she closed her eyes in a tight grimace and her body started to shake in what I presumed was a fairly significant orgasm… and turned it off.

She sat shaking for a moment, her face red and taking deep breaths, then pushed away from the table, leaving her ice cream and told me, “Get me out of here!”

Damn, I hated to waste that good chocolate ice cream! But Ginger didn’t seem in the mood to linger any longer while I ate it. I told the others at our table that, “I think she needs to get home, not sure what’s wrong with her.”

I paid our bill, leaving a nice tip. Then enjoyed the drive back to her house in that BMW with Ginger’s vibrator turned back on. When we got in the house, she started pulling at my shirt and told me, “You’re fucking me… right now!”

She reached under her skirt, pulled the vibrator out, dropping it on the floor, then pushed my pants down and leaned against the back of her ivory colored, soft leather couch, legs spread wide. “Now, buttwipe!” My cock didn’t need any more encouragement. I’d been looking forward to this all night, more than you can even imagine. I dropped my pants and shorts to the floor, lifted her skirt up over her waist, pushed her thong panties to the side and was inside her wetness. “Ohh, ohh,” Ginger repeated over and over again as we fucked. It was only a couple thrusts before her body began shuddering and the orgasm overtook her, screaming out expletives, “Oh shit, damn, ahhh!” and more that don’t have any written similarity.

I was right behind her, spasming cum into her from what seemed to be my very soul, gripping her around her waist and pulling her tight back onto my cock.

Ginger let herself fall onto the back of her couch for several minutes. Then, “Oh God, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve done anything like that? …never mind, I don’t know, either. Like never… God, you had me horny!” Then she started giggling, “That’s not exactly how I envisioned using this couch when I bought it.”

She let her skirt fall back in place, still fully dressed, panties a little cum-stained and led me into her bedroom. On the way, I picked up my slacks and underwear. Didn't want to leave them cluttering her clean floor. I was soon to realize that this had been only the beginning of the night.