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Sam knew he had to talk things over with Lizzie. It was only a couple of weeks after he had told Derrick and Dickie, but it had started already. The gossip had started among the wives, and it was only a matter of time before one of them raised it with her. It would be ‘ ... for her own good... ‘ of course, but some of his brother-in-law’s wives were Class A bitches and could be counted on to screw things up royally. Noreen had already made a bunch of snide comments to him and asked what he thought Lee would have said. “If Lee was around to say anything to, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, would we?” he had replied. ‘A real man shoots his own dog!’ he thought as he set the table.
Lizzie couldn’t talk her father into either ordering pizza or eating in front of the television. He insisted on eating in the dining room and seemed rather glum all through dinner. Afterwards, she decided, for once, to clear off the dishes, but he stopped her, pushing them away. “Lizzie, we need to talk,” he said.
“Sure, Daddy, what’s up?” Lizzie didn’t think any of her recent stunts could have set him off like this. His normal reaction was somewhere between crazed and insane. She rested her elbows on the table and cupped her chin in her hands.
“God, you look so much like your mother.” Sam gave her a sad smile. Lee had used the same expression when she was trying to wheedle something out of him.
“What is it, Daddy?” she said in exasperation.
“Well, it’s just that, well...” Sam stopped for a moment and restarted. “Listen, honey, you know that it’s been over four years since your mother died, and well, I’m only forty-four.”
“Only, Daddy? Why, you’re ancient!” She smiled sweetly at her father and awaited his explosion. What did that bit about Mom mean?
Sam failed to explode. “Come on, Lizzie, you’ll know someday, but forty-four isn’t dead. Guys my age live a long time, and it can be a pretty good life, too. It’s just, well, it can get lonely at times.”
Lizzie wrinkled her brow, but then it came to her. “Daddy, are you seeing another woman?” She sat bolt upright and stared at her father.
Sam looked away; he couldn’t bring himself to admit that he was cheating on her dead mother. He simply nodded in shame.
“Holy shit!”
Sam whipped around. “Watch your mouth, kid. Your mother used to wash your mouth out with soap, and I still know how!”
“Well, that’s a strange way to bring up mom’s memory,” she commented. Sam blushed but continued staring at her. She relented. “Sorry, Dad, I guess you took me by surprise.” Sam softened his face and nodded. “So, are you dating again? You’ve met someone?” asked Lizzie.
“Yeah.”
“And, this conversation, it’s to tell me this or ask my permission? What’s going on, Dad, are you sleeping with her?”
“Lizzie!”
“Well?”
“Yes! Maybe. I don’t know.” Sam said in confusion. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. You’re going to find out anyway, whether I tell you or not, so I’d better tell you.”
“How am I going to find out? Someone else knows? You told Sammy first or something?” Lizzie didn’t know whether to be angry or not.
“Yeah, I told a couple of your uncles.” Lizzie’s face clouded up, so he hurriedly finished, “I had to. She works for the company. I had a legal and fiduciary duty to tell them.”
“She works in Oneonta, right?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Come on, Daddy, give me a break! You can’t be doing that much paperwork or seeing that many customers and bankers for late dinners! Get real! So, are you sleeping with her? Who is she?”
“Lizzie!” Sam cried in protest, then hung his head and nodded. “Yes. She’s my secretary.”
She stared at him briefly, then said in a conversational tone, “Well, Holy shit, Daddy, I guess you stuck your dick in the fan this time.”
He smiled at her profanity. “I’d wash your mouth out if it wasn’t true. I guess I screwed up, honey.”
Lizzie reached across the table and patted his hand. “Screwed up how, Daddy? Do you love her?”
“I don’t know, Lizzie. It’s too soon for that. I do care for her, for what that’s worth. I want to keep seeing her.” His eyes were pleading for some form of approval.
Lizzie thought for a moment before answering. “Daddy, back when I was about ten or eleven, you and Mom talked about this, sort of.”
“Huh?”
“Let me finish, Dad. We were watching some TV show where somebody, some husband or wife, died, and the spouse went through this, and Jenny asked if you or Mom would remarry if it happened to you. I remember how you said you would, and how you said that Mom would, too, and Mom laughed and agreed with you. It seemed silly at the time, but it was only a year or two later when Mom and Jenny died, and I remember it. Do you remember it?”
It came back to Sam in a flash. They had been standing in the kitchen joking with the kids when Jenny asked them about the stupid show. “Yeah.”
“Well, what’s so different now? What if it had been you in the car with Jenny? Would you want Mom to be lonely?”
“No,” he admitted.
“Have you talked it over with Mom yet?” Lizzie knew her father visited the gravesite and would talk to his dead wife. She considered it very morbid but wouldn’t dream of saying so.
“Not yet, but I will,” he replied.
“So? As long as she doesn’t try to be my mother, maybe it’s not my business. Will I meet her?”
“I’d like you to. She really isn’t cut out to be your mother, Lizzie,” he said with a smile. “Can I bring her up this weekend?”
“Sure. What’s she like?” asked Lizzie curiously.
“Well, she’s younger than I am, and very pretty.”
“What, she’s in her thirties?” Sam shook his head, and Lizzie’s eyes opened. “Her twenties?” she asked incredulously. Sam gave her a sheepish look and shook his head again. “Daddy?”
“Nineteen,” he said almost inaudibly.
Lizzie stared at her father, then burst out laughing. “Oh my God! I want to be there when Sammy tries to pick her up!”
Sam rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “Oh shit!”
The drive from Oneonta to Ballston Spa seemed incredibly long to Sam, but the closer he got to his house, the slower he wanted to drive. After work on Friday, he had driven over to Tina’s and loaded a couple of her overnight bags into the trunk of his car, then they had driven up I-88 to the Northway. Tina wasn’t familiar with the Capital region and had asked him an awful lot of questions, but Sam simply wasn’t in a talkative mood. He explained that they were all going out to dinner, and that his son was away at college, so it was just Lizzie who would be at home. He was very nervous as he pulled into the driveway. This had every possibility of being an absolute disaster.
The evening proved his fears groundless. The two girls, so close in age, got along famously. Lizzie dragged Tina into her bedroom, where she pestered her with an incredible array of questions, many of which had to do with Tina and her father’s sex life. Sam’s daughter was intensely curious about what her father did in bed with the other woman, and Tina seemed the perfect person to ask. Tina spent a considerable time blushing, but answered as best she could, revealing far more than Sam would have been comfortable with. Lizzie was astonished to hear the slightly older girl pronounce that Sam was very sexy and talented in the sack. She simply couldn’t imagine the words ‘Sam’ and ‘sexy’ being used in the same sentence.
The dinner at a nice restaurant on Wolf Road proved hilarious to everyone but Sam. Shortly after being seated the waiter took drink orders and wanted to know what his ‘daughters’ would like. Sam was mortified and couldn’t speak; Lizzie ordered iced tea for them. As soon as the waiter moved away, her efforts to keep a straight face dissolved, and she broke out into whoops of laughter. People began staring, and Tina started grinning, then began to giggle, and finally broke down into laughter herself. Sam simply had to sit there, although his first and last reactions were to try and slide under the table. For the rest of the night, whenever the waiter approached, Lizzie would refer to Tina as her ‘sister’ and the two would break down all over again. Sam nixed dessert and coffee, then hustled the pair out as soon as he could pay.
Once at home, Lizzie and Tina went to Sam’s room and unpacked Tina’s bags. Sam had considered having Tina sleep in his son’s room but rejected the idea. It would have been insulting to Tina, and to his daughter as well, being so hypocritical. She already knew they were sleeping together. Sam retired to the den and tried to read a book but couldn’t concentrate. He simply lay on the La-Z-Boy in the low light and wondered what the hell was going on in his life. He hadn’t come to any conclusions when he looked up to see Tina slip through the door and approach him. She was wearing a lovely white peignoir set, robe and gown, both quite transparent, and was barefoot. She padded up to him and sat on the arm of the chair.
Sam opened his arms up and Tina slipped into the chair with him. She snuggled against him, and he wrapped his arms around him. “So, things going okay?” he asked.
“Lizzie’s nice, Sam. She looks so much like her mother, it’s scary.” Sam looked startled at the reference to Lee, but his dead wife’s photos were scattered all over the place. “Did I say something wrong?” she asked in concern.
Sam hugged the young woman and she relaxed against his chest. “No, honey, it’s just me. It feels strange having you in the house like this. Lee and I had a lot of history in this house.”
Tina struggled upright and pulled the peignoir set around herself, trying vainly for modesty. It was very transparent. “Sam, are you okay with this? I can sleep in that other bedroom if you want. I don’t want to cause you any more pain. I mean, I really am sorry about dinner tonight, I know you must have felt awkward.”
Sam snorted. “Well, that’s one term for it, I suppose.” He reached out and pulled Tina back against him and reached inside her robe. Her body felt warm and soft, and he cupped her breasts through the flimsy satin. Tina responded to his touch, her nipples stiffening as she became aroused to his touch. “No, it’s all right. Like I said, we had a lot of history together. Between dating and the engagement and the wedding, we were together twenty-one, almost twenty-two years. But that’s over, honey, past tense. I talked to Lee earlier this week about it.”
Tina looked startled at this but didn’t say anything. Sam had begun fondling her tits through her gown and she could feel her pussy getting wet. She snuggled against him, and his fingers began moving across her body. Sam slipped his hands down and began working the hem of her nightgown up her legs. Once it had risen high enough, he slipped his fingers under it, to begin rubbing her cuntslit. Tina moaned into her lover’s chest as he fingerfucked her.
“Oh, Sam, Sam, oh Sam,” she moaned lifting her face up to his. He lowered his to hers and their lips met. Sam’s fingers went into overdrive, tormenting her inflamed cunt as she came, moaning into the lips that were kissing hers. She shivered and shook gently in his arms, and when she came down, she moved her face to the side, where she began licking and kissing his neck. “I love you, Sam,” she whispered to him.
Sam was startled and at a loss for words. Did he love her? He wasn’t sure; it hadn’t been that fast for him with Lee at all. He had said the same to her after she had said it to him the first time, but he had been young and horny; it had been years before he realized just how much he did love her, and how empty his life would be without her. It had been empty, too, very empty, but now this vibrant young girl had changed all that. He pulled away and looked at her. “What did you say?” he asked.
Tina looked him in the eye, her own welling up with tears. “I love you, Sam.”
“I love you, too, Tina. I love you.”
Tina began crying and wrapped her arms around his neck, to kiss him all over his face, punctuating each kiss with a quiet, “I love you!” Sam returned her kisses silently and began caressing her body again. Tina moaned and began to feverishly undress her love. As soon as she had extracted his erection from his pants, she twisted around to lie atop him and sank down onto his cock. They both sighed as he entered her. Sam guided her motions slowly as they made quiet love in the reclining chair. It hadn’t been this good for him in years, and Tina exulted in the sensations. She soared through two orgasms, shaking silently as she came, then gasped into a third as she felt Sam’s cock expand inside her and explode upwards. Afterwards, she collapsed into his embrace. Sated, they climbed out of the precarious chair and went to bed.
So, where’d Dad run off to, work?” asked Lizzie. She had heard the door slam and had looked out her window to see her father pull out of the driveway. Curious, she had pulled on a robe and had padded down the hall to her father’s room. She found Tina lazily drowsing with a smile on her face.
Tina hated to open her eyes and face the world. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so sexually satisfied in her life. After she and Sam had entered his bedroom, she had stood by his bed while he had turned down the covers and undressed. Even though they had just finished making love, his cock was erect already. She stared greedily at his body and allowed him to strip her robe and gown off, then had climbed into bed and awaited him. He had knelt between her widespread legs and plunged his stiff dick into her cunt, then had lifted her legs over his arms. With her knees in the crooks of his arms, she had gasped and panted, shuddering as he had rammed back and forth as if a wild man, crying out as she came and came and came. At the end, as Sam roared and bucked and blasted her pussy with his jism, Tina’s legs were quivering, toes pointed at the ceiling.
That had only been the start of a night of passion that she couldn’t believe. With their true feelings exposed, neither felt like sleeping. The merest touch seemed sufficient to bring Sam’s cock back to life, and he would reward that touch by screwing Tina long and hard. Finally, as the sun rose, Sam made love to her one last, gentle time.
Then the phone had rung. After answering it, Tina was amazed to see him hop out of bed, grab about a two-second shower and dress hurriedly, then run out with just the barest of explanations, and a promise he would be back as soon as he could. Unconcerned, she drifted off to a half-sleep. She wondered what Sam would think if he found her still naked in his bed when he returned.
Lizzie’s entrance woke her. “Hmm?” she asked, opening her eyes to look at Lizzie. Sam’s daughter was wearing a very short silk robe and didn’t seem to be wearing much underneath. “What?”
Lizzie sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs Indian fashion. “I said, ‘Where’s Dad?’”
Tina stared through half-slitted eyes. Lizzie was wearing thin cotton panties under the robe, at the least. She opened her eyes and looked at the teen. “Oh, something went kerflooey with the computer system in Albany. A server crashed or something. He had to run down and fix it. I don’t know how long he’ll be gone. What’s up?”
“Not much. I just heard him run out and was curious.” Lizzie looked around the room and took in the carnage. Clothes were strewn haphazardly between the doorway and the bed, and the bedclothes were climbing off the corners of the mattress. Worse, the room absolutely reeked of sex, of stale semen and dried pussy juice. “Wow, you two really went at it last night! I swear, it sounded like a herd of buffalo in here!”
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