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I think of my early life as average for a woman of my time; went to college where I met Dan, married him, dropped out of college and worked mediocre jobs to help Dan get his degree. The plan was that after he got settled in his career, I'd go back to college and finish, but I got pregnant...then we had two more c***dren in quick succession. I became a housewife, Chair of our PTA, volunteer swing instructor at the local YWCA and the cool mom that always takes the k**s out for ice cream after the game. When the c***dren were all in their teens, Dan wanted to buy a cottage on a lake where most of the executives at his work owned property. I was adamantly opposed, but he brought the c***dren in on his side and I was outnumbered.
The lake ran east/west, several miles long and just over a mile wide, you could paddle across in just under an hour. It was beautiful, with cottages all along the north shore and three summer camps along the south. We settled on a cottage at the northeast end; five bedrooms, three baths and two-story with a balcony. I'd go out in May to make ready for the c***dren to arrive once school got out. We spent our days swimming, boating and mingling with people from both shores. Dan would join us on the weekends. I fell in love with the lake.
Sometimes I'd wake in the middle of the night and stroll to the balcony for some fresh air. From our vantage point you could see down the lake and I noticed small lights on some cottages shining red, yellow or green, changing periodically. They were pretty, but I had no idea what they meant. Canoers were also on the lake, it seemed, all hours of the night.
When the last of the c***dren left for college, Dan insisted that I should be out at the lake more, leaving just after Easter and not coming home until Thanksgiving.He drove me to the lake and assured me he'd be out every weekend, so I had no need for my own vehicle. Besides, I could rent a golf cart or get nearly everything delivered. I spent my time quite content, swimming, painting and taking college classes online. Dan's work was keeping him pretty busy, each weekend he phoned to say he couldn't make it out.
One day I was at a BBQ being put on by the Northshore Ladies Society when a woman came up to me for casual conversation. After a bit she asked me, "Are you a SnowWhite?"
"Pardon??"
She had a nervous look on her face from my response and quietly slipped away. I had been on the lake for nearly ten years and had never heard that term.
My friend, Kathy, would only admit to being "mid-50", though her body and facial features looked as good as a woman much younger. We'd jog every morning, so I thought I'd ask her. At one point we stopped to catch our breath and I asked it she knew the term "SnowWhite".
"You see, dear," she explained. "When the first white hairs start appearing in the wife's hair, some husbands start longing for their younger days; being a bachelor, chasing young women, etc. So they find an "Ivory tower" to lock the wife away in. He gets his jollies and she's comfortable and out of the way until needed for either that all-important business meeting where the client wants dinner with their wife, or traditional family functions. That's what's called a SnowWhite."
A chill went down my spine. By this point it had been two years since Dan had come to the lake.
After some hesitation, Kathy continued.
It's also a lesser-used term for a "sisterhood" on the north shore. This lake has a unique arrangement; on the north shore you have a collection of middle-aged, still attractive women at their sexual peak, on the south shore you have three summer camps full of young men, energetic, horny and at their sexual peak. I'm not sure how it all began but after the campers have gone to sleep some of the instructors will paddle across for some intimate time with a lonely woman. It used to be all she had to do was leave her lights on after 10pm and a fellow would show up, but that was a problem; sometimes they went to the wrong house or the intended lady's lights were still on because her family was there. Some ingenious k** came up with a signaling box; red, or no light, means stay away, green means come over, yellow means 'go into a holding pattern, I'll be free soon'. No money is exchanged, it's a mutual benefit. My best record is three in one night."
I was stunned. I let loose with a tongue lashing; I can't remember any sentences I blurted out, but I'm sure I used the word "Whore".
Kathy snapped back.
"A whore is a woman that has sex with a man out of obligation, whether it be for money or a ring on her finger. Most of these boys that come across know little about sex except what they learn from watching porn. They think girls are always horny and wet between the legs, the rougher the more they like it and they love it when you shoot cum in their eyes. Look, sweety, on this lake you have three options: You can divorce your husband and find some meager job and a small apartment; sit alone in your home, slip into a depression and live on d**gs and alcohol; or you can go out there , make this community and the world a better place to live and take pleasure whenever it presents itself."
I spent the next several days thinking to myself about what Kathy said. At home I had a closet full of lingerie that I'd try wearing to entice Dan into sex, yet he'd always blurt out that I looked ridiculous wearing something like that at my age. We had "2am sex", Dan would get up during the night and come over to my bed (yes, we slept in separate beds), he'd wake me and as a good wife I'd open my nightstand drawer, take out a hand towel to place under my ass, lift my nightgown, spread my legs, pull my panties to one side and apply lube inside my vagina. All the time Dan hovering over me, jerking his cock and telling me to hurry up. Five minutes later he was back in bed sleeping and I'm placing the towel back in the drawing and crying.
On this particular night the moon was full and I was on my balcony, watching the canoes on the lake and the colored signal lights when I heard a commotion in the water and someone crying for help. I ran to the dock to see a young man splashing in the water. I dove in and brought him back to the dock, shivering. Helping him back to the house, I led him to the main level bathroom to get out of his wet clothes while I grabbed my son's housecoat. Then I got out of my wet clothes and put on my flannel zip-up housecoat. I gathered our clothes and put them in the washing machine.
His name was Cass and he was turning 20 in November (while putting his clothes in the washing machine I peeked at his driver's license). He was tall, slim build, dark hair, quite handsome. I turned on the gas fireplace, then made hot chocolate for us to drink on the couch.
His story was he decided to take a late-night canoe ride to unwind, but got disoriented and fell out of the canoe when he stood up to look around. We talked about a lot of things; his college, the k**s at his camp, my k**s that I don't see near enough... I never enjoyed an evening with a young person like this before. It was after I put the clothes in the dryer and our second cup of cocoa that he admitted he had slipped in telling his friends he was a virgin; now they were teasing him relentlessly. He had heard about the signal lights on the north shore and was on his way there, but chickened out and was on his way back when he got disoriented. I told him he could sleep in my son's room and I'd take him back to camp in the morning. We said 'goodnight."
The Laundry area was just outside Cass' room. I was folding our clothes and thinking about so many things related to our situation. I can't say what exactly made up my mind, but I quietly opened the bedroom door a bit to see if Cass was asleep. I saw him lift his head and look at the doorway, so I calmly opened the door, the hallway light silhouetting me as I unzip my housecoat and let it slip over my shoulders and land on the floor. I stood there, my naked body revealed to a man I hardly knew. No words were exchanged as I calmly closed the door behind me and crawled into the bed.
I'm sure Cass didn't know what to think as I gently kissed his lips and put my arm around him. When he realized this wasn't a dream he kissed back and his hands were wandering from my shoulders down to my knees, unsure what he should be going after. I could feel his cock growing between us, so I rolled on my back and instructed him on how to touch a woman, my sensitive points and not-so-inclined points... all this as we continued our passionate kissing.
"A woman needs to be wet inside before you stick your penis in." I took his hand and rubbed it over my clitoris, then showed how you stick your fingers in to collect moisture, then rub the clit some more to ensure pleasure.
I was definitely wet when Cass suddenly shifted to place himself between my legs and grabbed his cock. A sudden panic attack hit me as I imagined Dan hovering over me telling me to hurry up; I felt claustrophobic. I stopped Cass with my hand as I calmed my breathing; I wasn't going to let the past dictate my future.
I lovingly moved Cass onto his back and sat next to him, stroking his appendage; It was quite large with his balls slipping into the base of the shaft. I kissed the head, then continued kissing up the length of his naked body. My legs straddled his waist and I slipped his cock into my body.
It had been 10+ years since I'd been on top of a man and it felt liberating.In the moonlight from the window I could see the wide-eye expression on my young man's face.I guided his hands to my breasts and told him how I liked them rubbed.
"Circular, around the nibbles.... Now pinch the tips...OUCH, TOO HARD... that's better...yes."
By this point I'd been grinding his rod for a while and started moving up and down.
"Can you feel how wet I am...am I tight? ... when I go down thrust your hips up to meet me halfway... oh yes... YES!
Cass was a quick learner.
I don't know how long I was riding, but suddenly an orgasm shot up my spine and through my entire body. I froze over him, pushing my hand into his gut to make him stop thrusting as I shook uncontrollably, then collapsed on top of him. As my body still convulsed slightly and my breathing was labored, I started crying. I'm sure Cass didn't know what to think.
After a few moments he quietly asked, "Are you OK?"
I regained some composure, looked in his eyes as I stroked his beautiful hair and replied, "Yes, I'm OK. These are tears of happiness."
I was sure Cass hadn't cum, so I rolled on my back and invited him to come inside me, but I told him not to touch his penis. "It knows where to go."
As he moved forward, I took hold of his hips and guided them. The first attempt as a bit off, so I shifted my hips and he slipped easily in me like a boat drifting into a dock.
"Hold still, let me feel you inside me... that's it...now slowly...let the momentum build... speed up when you're ready."
It didn't take too long before Cass was ready to shoot, and I was so ready for this moment. I was already on cloud 9 and ready to go to the moon when he came inside me. I let out a wail as my legs and arms wrapped themselves around him so I could feel the sperm shooting inside my body. Now it was his turn to spasm.
After a few moments, we lay down facing each other... smiling. I'm not sure about him, but I dozed off, waking a couple hours later to use the bathroom and grab a towel to cover the wet spot. When I entered the room, Cass was watching me.
"Can we do it again?" he said with a lilt in his voice.
"OK," I chuckled. "Anything you want to try?"
"ANAL?" he came back with a gleam in his eyes that could be seen even in the moonlight.
I replied with my mother voice, "If my pussy isn't enough for you, then I'm not the woman for you. My ass is exit only."
"DOGGIE?" he came back with the same enthusiasm.
I chucked and lay him on his back. His cock was still impressive, but I sucked it for a bit. I hadn't done a BJ since college and no one ever raved about my prowess, so I kept it short and jerked his stick as we kissed.
You'd think I was a gritty girl the way I moved into the position on my hands and knees. Cass stuck two fingers in me to make sure I was wet, then I suggested he hold his dick and rub it along my clit and slit. It felt soooo good.
Then he surprised me. Maybe it was my thing about don't hold your cock, but whatever, he got on his feet and positioned himself like a quarterback for the hike, then he rubbed his dick on my slit like he was searching for my orifice. I dropped to my elbows and... PLOP... he went right in.
I didn't say a thing, just enjoyed how he was humping me. It felt sooo good and he was rubbing his shaft along a side of my vagina that usually didn't get attention.... at least directly. Something was being stimulated that was blowing my mind. I opened my eyes at one point and looked at the mirrored closet door. The image of Cass reminded me of a jockey riding hard for the finish line, except instead of reins he was holding my sagging breasts.
Suddenly... I'm sure he came inside me... it felt like it... It sounded like it... he didn't stop, just slowed briefly.
Now he was riding me like on the home stretch.
Suddenly... OMG!!!!!... WTF!!!.... I wasn't sure if it was an orgasm I was having or a seizure. I collapsed with Cass on top of me. We both struggled for our breath, then I started laughing uncontrollably, a belly laugh.
"HOOH...HOOH... WHAT WAS THAT?" I finally blurted out.
"Did you enjoy that?"
'HOOH..HOOH...HELL YEAH!!!"
"I saw that in a porno once."
Maybe Kathy was wrong, these k**s could learn some valuable things from watching porn. I had a better understanding of her now. Hell, if Cass had to leave after the first time, I'd be pushing that green button for another. The first time was like a warmup, the second the main event.
We settled in a spooning position before falling into a deep sleep.
It was just before daylight when I woke to something poking me around my buttcheeks. Cass was awake and hard again, trying to slip his dick between my thighs. I opened my legs and shifted to make it easier on him. I just lay there for a while, emersed him a half-awake state as he fucked me. Eventually, I rolled my head over and our lips connected for some unbridled kissing. He came inside me, but wasn't very happy because I didn't cum.
"That's OK," I murmured. "Girls don't have to cum every time." How silly of me to say.
"Keep your dick inside me."
I began working my clit and pinching my nipple. If there was one thing I'd learned in these last ten years was how to get myself off. It was as strong as the others that evening, but it was a nice way to wake up.
Cass and I showered together. He was ready to go again, but my vagina needed a rest... some other time I encouraged. We had breakfast, then I drove him back to camp, all the way the two of us making sure our stories were straight in case they asked something silly like "what brand of hot chocolate did you drink?"
Cass visited me a few times that summer. We did have the shower sex he wanted, plus we taught each other new things. He gave my blowjobs a passing grade, "but there is always room for improvement." I asked him once how he knew which cottage was mine.
"It's the one with the stunning brunette on the balcony." When I heard that I wanted to have his baby.
The next year was pretty wild. Dan filed for a divorce so he could marry his 25-year-old pregnant sexcretary. Lucky for me my neighbors at the lake were the best divorce lawyers in the country. They discovered Dan was embezzling money from the company and threatened to go public unless he gave in to all my demands (it was the same information his secretary was using to blackmail him into marrying her). I had a small condo in the city to finish my college degree in psychology, then converted the cottage into a weekend retreat for abused or abandoned women. Several of my sessions were booked solid from women just around the lake.
I saw Cass a few times over the years, mainly as a friend. He married and now has two delightful daughters.
And... in case you're wondering...first thing I did after the divorce was send a bill to Dan for a signal light being mounted under the balcony. A girl has to get pleasure whenever it presents itself. :)
The lake ran east/west, several miles long and just over a mile wide, you could paddle across in just under an hour. It was beautiful, with cottages all along the north shore and three summer camps along the south. We settled on a cottage at the northeast end; five bedrooms, three baths and two-story with a balcony. I'd go out in May to make ready for the c***dren to arrive once school got out. We spent our days swimming, boating and mingling with people from both shores. Dan would join us on the weekends. I fell in love with the lake.
Sometimes I'd wake in the middle of the night and stroll to the balcony for some fresh air. From our vantage point you could see down the lake and I noticed small lights on some cottages shining red, yellow or green, changing periodically. They were pretty, but I had no idea what they meant. Canoers were also on the lake, it seemed, all hours of the night.
When the last of the c***dren left for college, Dan insisted that I should be out at the lake more, leaving just after Easter and not coming home until Thanksgiving.He drove me to the lake and assured me he'd be out every weekend, so I had no need for my own vehicle. Besides, I could rent a golf cart or get nearly everything delivered. I spent my time quite content, swimming, painting and taking college classes online. Dan's work was keeping him pretty busy, each weekend he phoned to say he couldn't make it out.
One day I was at a BBQ being put on by the Northshore Ladies Society when a woman came up to me for casual conversation. After a bit she asked me, "Are you a SnowWhite?"
"Pardon??"
She had a nervous look on her face from my response and quietly slipped away. I had been on the lake for nearly ten years and had never heard that term.
My friend, Kathy, would only admit to being "mid-50", though her body and facial features looked as good as a woman much younger. We'd jog every morning, so I thought I'd ask her. At one point we stopped to catch our breath and I asked it she knew the term "SnowWhite".
"You see, dear," she explained. "When the first white hairs start appearing in the wife's hair, some husbands start longing for their younger days; being a bachelor, chasing young women, etc. So they find an "Ivory tower" to lock the wife away in. He gets his jollies and she's comfortable and out of the way until needed for either that all-important business meeting where the client wants dinner with their wife, or traditional family functions. That's what's called a SnowWhite."
A chill went down my spine. By this point it had been two years since Dan had come to the lake.
After some hesitation, Kathy continued.
It's also a lesser-used term for a "sisterhood" on the north shore. This lake has a unique arrangement; on the north shore you have a collection of middle-aged, still attractive women at their sexual peak, on the south shore you have three summer camps full of young men, energetic, horny and at their sexual peak. I'm not sure how it all began but after the campers have gone to sleep some of the instructors will paddle across for some intimate time with a lonely woman. It used to be all she had to do was leave her lights on after 10pm and a fellow would show up, but that was a problem; sometimes they went to the wrong house or the intended lady's lights were still on because her family was there. Some ingenious k** came up with a signaling box; red, or no light, means stay away, green means come over, yellow means 'go into a holding pattern, I'll be free soon'. No money is exchanged, it's a mutual benefit. My best record is three in one night."
I was stunned. I let loose with a tongue lashing; I can't remember any sentences I blurted out, but I'm sure I used the word "Whore".
Kathy snapped back.
"A whore is a woman that has sex with a man out of obligation, whether it be for money or a ring on her finger. Most of these boys that come across know little about sex except what they learn from watching porn. They think girls are always horny and wet between the legs, the rougher the more they like it and they love it when you shoot cum in their eyes. Look, sweety, on this lake you have three options: You can divorce your husband and find some meager job and a small apartment; sit alone in your home, slip into a depression and live on d**gs and alcohol; or you can go out there , make this community and the world a better place to live and take pleasure whenever it presents itself."
I spent the next several days thinking to myself about what Kathy said. At home I had a closet full of lingerie that I'd try wearing to entice Dan into sex, yet he'd always blurt out that I looked ridiculous wearing something like that at my age. We had "2am sex", Dan would get up during the night and come over to my bed (yes, we slept in separate beds), he'd wake me and as a good wife I'd open my nightstand drawer, take out a hand towel to place under my ass, lift my nightgown, spread my legs, pull my panties to one side and apply lube inside my vagina. All the time Dan hovering over me, jerking his cock and telling me to hurry up. Five minutes later he was back in bed sleeping and I'm placing the towel back in the drawing and crying.
On this particular night the moon was full and I was on my balcony, watching the canoes on the lake and the colored signal lights when I heard a commotion in the water and someone crying for help. I ran to the dock to see a young man splashing in the water. I dove in and brought him back to the dock, shivering. Helping him back to the house, I led him to the main level bathroom to get out of his wet clothes while I grabbed my son's housecoat. Then I got out of my wet clothes and put on my flannel zip-up housecoat. I gathered our clothes and put them in the washing machine.
His name was Cass and he was turning 20 in November (while putting his clothes in the washing machine I peeked at his driver's license). He was tall, slim build, dark hair, quite handsome. I turned on the gas fireplace, then made hot chocolate for us to drink on the couch.
His story was he decided to take a late-night canoe ride to unwind, but got disoriented and fell out of the canoe when he stood up to look around. We talked about a lot of things; his college, the k**s at his camp, my k**s that I don't see near enough... I never enjoyed an evening with a young person like this before. It was after I put the clothes in the dryer and our second cup of cocoa that he admitted he had slipped in telling his friends he was a virgin; now they were teasing him relentlessly. He had heard about the signal lights on the north shore and was on his way there, but chickened out and was on his way back when he got disoriented. I told him he could sleep in my son's room and I'd take him back to camp in the morning. We said 'goodnight."
The Laundry area was just outside Cass' room. I was folding our clothes and thinking about so many things related to our situation. I can't say what exactly made up my mind, but I quietly opened the bedroom door a bit to see if Cass was asleep. I saw him lift his head and look at the doorway, so I calmly opened the door, the hallway light silhouetting me as I unzip my housecoat and let it slip over my shoulders and land on the floor. I stood there, my naked body revealed to a man I hardly knew. No words were exchanged as I calmly closed the door behind me and crawled into the bed.
I'm sure Cass didn't know what to think as I gently kissed his lips and put my arm around him. When he realized this wasn't a dream he kissed back and his hands were wandering from my shoulders down to my knees, unsure what he should be going after. I could feel his cock growing between us, so I rolled on my back and instructed him on how to touch a woman, my sensitive points and not-so-inclined points... all this as we continued our passionate kissing.
"A woman needs to be wet inside before you stick your penis in." I took his hand and rubbed it over my clitoris, then showed how you stick your fingers in to collect moisture, then rub the clit some more to ensure pleasure.
I was definitely wet when Cass suddenly shifted to place himself between my legs and grabbed his cock. A sudden panic attack hit me as I imagined Dan hovering over me telling me to hurry up; I felt claustrophobic. I stopped Cass with my hand as I calmed my breathing; I wasn't going to let the past dictate my future.
I lovingly moved Cass onto his back and sat next to him, stroking his appendage; It was quite large with his balls slipping into the base of the shaft. I kissed the head, then continued kissing up the length of his naked body. My legs straddled his waist and I slipped his cock into my body.
It had been 10+ years since I'd been on top of a man and it felt liberating.In the moonlight from the window I could see the wide-eye expression on my young man's face.I guided his hands to my breasts and told him how I liked them rubbed.
"Circular, around the nibbles.... Now pinch the tips...OUCH, TOO HARD... that's better...yes."
By this point I'd been grinding his rod for a while and started moving up and down.
"Can you feel how wet I am...am I tight? ... when I go down thrust your hips up to meet me halfway... oh yes... YES!
Cass was a quick learner.
I don't know how long I was riding, but suddenly an orgasm shot up my spine and through my entire body. I froze over him, pushing my hand into his gut to make him stop thrusting as I shook uncontrollably, then collapsed on top of him. As my body still convulsed slightly and my breathing was labored, I started crying. I'm sure Cass didn't know what to think.
After a few moments he quietly asked, "Are you OK?"
I regained some composure, looked in his eyes as I stroked his beautiful hair and replied, "Yes, I'm OK. These are tears of happiness."
I was sure Cass hadn't cum, so I rolled on my back and invited him to come inside me, but I told him not to touch his penis. "It knows where to go."
As he moved forward, I took hold of his hips and guided them. The first attempt as a bit off, so I shifted my hips and he slipped easily in me like a boat drifting into a dock.
"Hold still, let me feel you inside me... that's it...now slowly...let the momentum build... speed up when you're ready."
It didn't take too long before Cass was ready to shoot, and I was so ready for this moment. I was already on cloud 9 and ready to go to the moon when he came inside me. I let out a wail as my legs and arms wrapped themselves around him so I could feel the sperm shooting inside my body. Now it was his turn to spasm.
After a few moments, we lay down facing each other... smiling. I'm not sure about him, but I dozed off, waking a couple hours later to use the bathroom and grab a towel to cover the wet spot. When I entered the room, Cass was watching me.
"Can we do it again?" he said with a lilt in his voice.
"OK," I chuckled. "Anything you want to try?"
"ANAL?" he came back with a gleam in his eyes that could be seen even in the moonlight.
I replied with my mother voice, "If my pussy isn't enough for you, then I'm not the woman for you. My ass is exit only."
"DOGGIE?" he came back with the same enthusiasm.
I chucked and lay him on his back. His cock was still impressive, but I sucked it for a bit. I hadn't done a BJ since college and no one ever raved about my prowess, so I kept it short and jerked his stick as we kissed.
You'd think I was a gritty girl the way I moved into the position on my hands and knees. Cass stuck two fingers in me to make sure I was wet, then I suggested he hold his dick and rub it along my clit and slit. It felt soooo good.
Then he surprised me. Maybe it was my thing about don't hold your cock, but whatever, he got on his feet and positioned himself like a quarterback for the hike, then he rubbed his dick on my slit like he was searching for my orifice. I dropped to my elbows and... PLOP... he went right in.
I didn't say a thing, just enjoyed how he was humping me. It felt sooo good and he was rubbing his shaft along a side of my vagina that usually didn't get attention.... at least directly. Something was being stimulated that was blowing my mind. I opened my eyes at one point and looked at the mirrored closet door. The image of Cass reminded me of a jockey riding hard for the finish line, except instead of reins he was holding my sagging breasts.
Suddenly... I'm sure he came inside me... it felt like it... It sounded like it... he didn't stop, just slowed briefly.
Now he was riding me like on the home stretch.
Suddenly... OMG!!!!!... WTF!!!.... I wasn't sure if it was an orgasm I was having or a seizure. I collapsed with Cass on top of me. We both struggled for our breath, then I started laughing uncontrollably, a belly laugh.
"HOOH...HOOH... WHAT WAS THAT?" I finally blurted out.
"Did you enjoy that?"
'HOOH..HOOH...HELL YEAH!!!"
"I saw that in a porno once."
Maybe Kathy was wrong, these k**s could learn some valuable things from watching porn. I had a better understanding of her now. Hell, if Cass had to leave after the first time, I'd be pushing that green button for another. The first time was like a warmup, the second the main event.
We settled in a spooning position before falling into a deep sleep.
It was just before daylight when I woke to something poking me around my buttcheeks. Cass was awake and hard again, trying to slip his dick between my thighs. I opened my legs and shifted to make it easier on him. I just lay there for a while, emersed him a half-awake state as he fucked me. Eventually, I rolled my head over and our lips connected for some unbridled kissing. He came inside me, but wasn't very happy because I didn't cum.
"That's OK," I murmured. "Girls don't have to cum every time." How silly of me to say.
"Keep your dick inside me."
I began working my clit and pinching my nipple. If there was one thing I'd learned in these last ten years was how to get myself off. It was as strong as the others that evening, but it was a nice way to wake up.
Cass and I showered together. He was ready to go again, but my vagina needed a rest... some other time I encouraged. We had breakfast, then I drove him back to camp, all the way the two of us making sure our stories were straight in case they asked something silly like "what brand of hot chocolate did you drink?"
Cass visited me a few times that summer. We did have the shower sex he wanted, plus we taught each other new things. He gave my blowjobs a passing grade, "but there is always room for improvement." I asked him once how he knew which cottage was mine.
"It's the one with the stunning brunette on the balcony." When I heard that I wanted to have his baby.
The next year was pretty wild. Dan filed for a divorce so he could marry his 25-year-old pregnant sexcretary. Lucky for me my neighbors at the lake were the best divorce lawyers in the country. They discovered Dan was embezzling money from the company and threatened to go public unless he gave in to all my demands (it was the same information his secretary was using to blackmail him into marrying her). I had a small condo in the city to finish my college degree in psychology, then converted the cottage into a weekend retreat for abused or abandoned women. Several of my sessions were booked solid from women just around the lake.
I saw Cass a few times over the years, mainly as a friend. He married and now has two delightful daughters.
And... in case you're wondering...first thing I did after the divorce was send a bill to Dan for a signal light being mounted under the balcony. A girl has to get pleasure whenever it presents itself. :)
Becky
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