Eye Opening Trip No 2 the Aftermath

by SW MO Hermit

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Heterosexual, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Jim's life continues after his divorce. He discovers some things about Ann and finds a new love.

The first few months after my divorce went by pretty painfully. I was morose and unsure what to do with myself. Many times something would happen or I would see or hear something and I would think I have to remember to tell Ann about that. Then it would hit me. Ann didn't live with me any more and we weren't talking. I had no one to tell 'that' to. I am sure my boys got tired of me calling 'just to check in' but they didn't say anything.

A couple of months after I divorced I noticed a lot of the divorced or widow women in town were making it a point to talk to me when we met. If I went to the café for lunch or supper and one or more of them were there I was invited to join them. If I was at a table by myself and one of them came in they asked if they could join me.

I didn't want to be a total recluse or be accused of being anti social so many times I had a dining partner. Some of those conversations resulted in a date or at least a visit to one of our homes. Several of the women were nice people to have as friends but I just wasn't interested in any of them romantically. I did bed two or three of them and boy was that a mistake. The morning after they seemed to think they could faintly hear wedding bells.

I had gone to some of the local functions like spaghetti suppers for the rural fire department or other civic organizations and enjoyed them. I even went to three or four of the Senior Center dances before I decided they weren't for me. I met several nice women there but no one special. I had missed two dances in a row and began getting queries from the older women about why I wasn't coming to the dances any longer.

One 'Lady' in particular was a royal pain. I had danced with her some at the Senior Center dances I had attended but had no real feelings for her. She was sort of 'rough' but at the same time fun to talk to. Doris cornered me in the café one lunch hour and I couldn't get her to shut up. I heard all about her two deceased husbands and one divorced husband. I knew more than I ever wanted to know about her health and her children. Finally, in order to get away from her I promised to meet her at the local Senior Center that Friday night for the bi weekly dance.

Came the night of the dance I drove up in my trusty old powerstroke and she was standing outside the door waiting on me! I walked up to her and she smiled and grabbed me in a clench I could hardly break. Before I could get away from her she had landed a long kiss on my lips. She had tried to french kiss me but I didn't let her tongue into my mouth.

Doris pulled back from me and looked a little hurt. She asked, "What's the matter Jim? Don't you like to kiss?"

I was floored by that question. Hell, I had known Doris for years but we had never been friends. We were just speaking acquaintances when we would meet somewhere in town.

We had never been on a date and she was wondering why I didn't give her a good kiss? WOW! I finally mumbled, "I'm not much into public displays of affection Doris. Sorry."

Doris brightened a little at that statement and said, "Oh, A little shy are you? Well, don't worry after a few more of these dances you'll get over that honey."

Well, let me tell you about the Senior Center dances. I really got my eyes opened at them for sure! This evening was worse than the three other dances I had attended. Doris pulled me through the door and as we walked past people she knew she made sure to remind them who I was and told them, "We're here to show you all how a dance should go."

Doris led me past the refreshment table and the chairs straight to the dance floor. We had to dance the whole set before I could even sit down or get a drink. Occasionally one of the other ladies would cut in on Doris and I could see the sparks fly. Almost every one of the women I danced with invited me to do something with them or go somewhere with them or to come to their home sometime.

I now knew what some of my older friends had been telling me about the dances was true. They had said it was a 'Male Meat Market' and I could see it was. There were probably three females to every male and us poor guys didn't get a chance to rest! I swear I had so many female hands on my cock they rubbed a hole in my jeans!

I had been told any man that could get it up could get all the pussy he could handle at the dances. All they had to do was take Ladies up on their offers. I now know this from personal experience. I let Doris talk me into going home with her that evening. I swear I thought we were only going to visit and have a nightcap. The dance didn't allow liquor or beer on premises. When she found out I liked port she insisted I come home with her and sample a bottle she had recently purchased.

Boy was that a night to remember. I sat on her couch and was relaxing when she brought our port out. When she bent over to hand me my glass I looked up to thank her and got an eye full. She had unbuttoned her blouse and tied it under her breasts. She had no bra on and one of her tits was hanging out.

Doris saw me looking and giggled. She turned away and sat her glass on the coffee table. I watched while she nonchalantly put her breast back into her top. Next she bent to pick up her glass and sat beside me, our hips touching.

Before I was half done with my port Doris was leaning to me for kisses and rubbing my cock. I finally thought what the hell and began to reciprocate. When I began kissing her back she took that as a victory and unzipped my fly, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my cock out.

She looked up at me, smiled and jumped from the couch and kneeled between my legs. Before I could say 'Jack Robinson' Doris hovered my rod into her mouth and did a damn fine deep throat on me. Like they say, when rape is inevitable, lay back and enjoy it. I didn't find Doris that sexually attractive but I was horny so I just let it happen. Damn could that old broad suck dick! She had me on the edge in no time.

I began tensing up and thrusting. Doris looked up at me and pulled my cock from her mouth. She stood, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her. As I got up she said, "Let's move this to the bedroom now."

I followed her like a sheep to the slaughter. We got to her room and she undressed us both then lay across her bed, legs spread. Her old cooter was drooling. I slowly moved toward her as I watched her fingers dip into her cunt then pull up her slit to rub her clit.

She saw me watching her and said, "I'm ready honey. You gonna give me some of that cock or just stand there watching? I have condoms in the side table if you want one."

Well, come on guys what was I to do? I grabbed a condom and put it on. I crawled between her legs and slipped my cock into her dripping slot. Doris was a pretty good fuck. She was wild and uninhibited. The way we both raced to our climax and exploded it was obvious we were in desperate need of sex. It was three hours and two orgasms later before I got out of there. I was well fucked and very tired before Doris let me go home. Even as I was leaving she was trying to get me to stay the rest of the night with her. She seemed insatiable.

The next week, I could hardly show my face in the coffee shop (café). All my male friends would see me and begin laughing. They would make a smart ass comment about the new meat at the Senior Center or would say something like "How's it going Stud?" A lot of the unattached women redoubled their efforts to get me to take them out. I think I got a feel for how a young and beautiful woman must feel at a fraternity party!

I think Doris had people watching for me because most of the time when I went into the café for lunch or dinner she would show up shortly after and take a seat at my table. She had turned into a stalker. One day she even asked "Jim we've been seeing each other for quite a while now. Wouldn't it be handier if I just moved into your place?"

I sat there in shock and said, "No Doris. I don't think that would be too good an idea. You have your own home and we really don't know each other well enough to go that route."

Man was that a mistake. Doris looked at me a minute and she began crying. She said, "You SOB. You're just like all the other men aren't you? You take a woman to bed and get what you want then to hell with her. Is that it?" She pushed her chair back so rapidly it turned over and she stormed out of the café in a huff.

I just sat there stunned trying to decide what had just happened to me. I noticed all the talking and laughing had stopped in the café and everyone was staring at me. I was so embarrassed I just left the rest of my meal and got out of there. It was two days later before I could make myself go back.

When I opened the door the next time I got up the courage to try dining in the café again you could hear the volume of the conversation drop. One of my better coffee buddies pushed a chair back from the table he and another of our friends were at. "Here Jim. If you're not too big an SOB you can sit with us," he said.

"Very funny asshole," I told him as I took my seat.

Jerry had been a widower for several years and he laughed at my comment then said, "Don't let it bother you too much Jim. Doris pulls that with every man she sleeps with if he doesn't keep coming back to the well for more. She actually dumped a glass of water in my face when I told her it was over."

I was a little relieved by that but I was still so embarrassed I didn't go back to the Senior Center ever again. About a week later Doris tried one more time to move in with me. I was sitting on my porch one evening and she drove into my driveway. She just got out of her car and picked up a suitcase then walked onto the porch with it. When she got to the porch she bent and gave me a quick kiss and started to walk past me and into my house.

I stood and got between her and the door. "Doris," I asked. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She looked at me and said, "What does it look like I'm doing. I thought we would enjoy another night together and so I brought some clothes for tomorrow."

I decided enough was enough and said, "Doris you're a fun lady to talk to and have coffee with but there just isn't any spark there for us to take it any farther. I really enjoyed that night at your home but I'm sorry Doris. I want a love like I had with Ann before she dumped on me not someone I can just be comfortable with."

Doris stood and looked me in the face a few seconds then turned with tears running down her cheeks and returned to her car. Before she got in she turned and looked at me and said, "You really are an asshole aren't you? You'll soon learn that at our age just having someone to spend the night with is enough. If you continue with your high and mighty ways pretty soon no one will bother with you and then all you'll be is a lonely old man and you'll still be living all alone. Think about that you Bastard."

Doris spun her tires as she drove away and hopefully out of my life forever.

After the fiasco with Doris I had been avoiding the café but one day I just couldn't take preparing and eating a meal alone at home and I went back to town. I was sitting at the table nursing a beer while I tried to get excited about dining all alone once again. I was hungry and knew I should eat but nothing looked good to me. I had just about decided on the pot roast when I thought I heard my name.

I looked up and there was a stunning female about my age standing near the front door talking to the waitress. Since I was now paying attention to their conversation I heard her say, "I think I'll invite myself to his table. If he doesn't kick me out will you bring my iced tea to me there?"

Darlene, the waitress laughed, looked over at my table and said, "Sure but you be careful. Ever since Ann and he split up he's been like a dog with a sore tooth. We all know he is still hurting and he is trying to get over it but sometimes he lets go and makes a scene."

Whoever the lady was got an apprehensive look on her face and said, "He doesn't get violent does he? Except for when he caught Donna with Allen at that party that never was his style when he was younger." Darlene shook her head no and my mystery lady said, "Well we'll try it anyway then. Maybe I can get a few words in before he throws me out."

By then I was so curious I vowed to keep control if I had to chew my tongue off. I couldn't help but wonder who the woman was. I felt like I should know her but I just couldn't put a name to her face. She had to be someone Ann or I had known in the past but who?" I was intrigued to say the least.

The woman came to my table and pulled the chair back. As she started to seat herself she said, "I know you've been listening to Darlene and me talk. Are you going to make a scene Jim or will you let me sit with you for a while? I really need to talk to you. I have put this conversation off for far too long and I need to get it off my chest."

Now she really had my attention. I vaguely remembered seeing her in town a couple days ago when I had been here for coffee. For the life of me I couldn't place her any better than that. "Oh, go ahead and sit down. I don't bite and most of the time I don't even growl any longer. Sometimes when someone says something they shouldn't I get upset but I haven't beat on anyone in almost a year."

This mystery woman picked up the tea Darlene had placed before her and took a long sip. She sat it down and gave me a quizzical look when I said that. "You haven't beaten on anyone in almost a year? So it was you that ruined Brice's chance at a fulfilling love life wasn't it?"

OH, Crap I thought. How could I have let that slip? Shit, shit, shit. "I am afraid I don't know what you're talking about maam. Brice who?"

She had the most intriguing laugh. "You know darn well Brice Who. Are we going to play word games all night or do you want to have a more sensible talk?"

"OK, you can talk but first damn it you need to tell me who the hell you are." I said.

I got the tinkling laugh again and a slight blush. "Oh, my God. You really don't remember me? I should kick you in the shins for that."

I said, "Look, I'm sorry. I know you look damn familiar but I sure can't place you. I would bet you're from far in my past but I just ... look damn it, just tell me who you are and what you want or get the hell away from my table."

Oh, hell, there I went again. I never used to lose my temper that fast. I saw the hesitant look on her face as she leaned back in her chair. I leaned forward and she jerked back farther. I heard her chair scoot on the floor a little. "Look, I'm sorry. If you know me like you seem to think you do, you know I didn't used to be like this. I just can't help myself now no matter how hard I try. Please just tell me what you came here for and leave me alone."

She looked at me again and sighed. "Yes, I suppose I had better get on with it. Jim, I'm Victoria Slater now-Prince back in school. I was Brice Lowe's first wife. I was a year behind all of you in school."

It all came rushing back to me. Vicky had been a knock out but I didn't pay a lot of attention to her. I was so in love with Donna I ignored the other girls. Then when Donna cheated on me I just dropped from the dating scene until the summer after senior year when Ann and I began dating. Ann and I were a couple all through college. Most of the senior class that went to college went to the closest one so we were never really separated after we began dating. Well, until Brice and she began their little affair.

"Oh, my gosh. Vicky. I'm sorry but it has been so long and you were in a class behind me. I just didn't put a name to the face. How have you been? And what can I do for you?"

"Jim I guess I need to apologize to you and maybe explain some things. I don't know if I could have prevented your divorce or not but I didn't do anything to try. I didn't even know you were divorced until last week when I came back home to visit Mother. When I found out Brice caused your divorce I cried for the longest time."

"I don't understand. How do you think you could have made any difference?" I asked.

"Maybe I couldn't have but when I Caught Brice and Ann together at your ten year class reunion I didn't stop them or come find you. I had caught him cheating on me before and we went to marriage counseling. We got back together but I told him then if I ever caught him with another woman or even had proof of him being with another woman it was all over. That first night at the mixer my feet were killing me. I went back to our room to change shoes. We were on the second floor and I took the elevator. As the door opened I saw Brice and Ann coming out of the stairwell. She was all mussed and giggling. I watched as Brice put his arm around her and led her to our room."

I pushed my chair back and snarled, "You mean she and that Bastard had been fucking around on me for 23 years?"

Vicky looked a little scared and said, "Jim, I just don't know but I don't think so. After all, most of the time you were away in the service. How could they have gotten together? What I do know is I followed them to the room. I waited outside the room for a few minutes, then opened the door and took pictures of them on the bed. They were both still dressed but Ann's skirt was pushed up to her waist and Brice already had her hose and panties pulled down. He was playing with her ... uh, her..."

I laughed and said, "OK Vicky. I get the picture. So what did they do when you broke into the room?"

"Oh, Jim. It was really almost funny. If I hadn't been so damn angry with them I would have died laughing. Brice jumped up from the bed and Ann followed him. She had her hand caught in his fly and was trying to pull it out and at the same time pull her panties and hose up. Ann finally got her panties pulled up enough to run from the room. I wasn't sure she would make it out the door she was so drunk. I just looked at Brice and told him we were through. I packed all my clothes and left him there. I took our car and he had to get a plane home. By the time he got back home I had packed his belongings and put them in storage and had began the divorce proceedings."

I remembered back to that night. It was one of the few times I had seen Ann so drunk she could hardly walk and she got so sick I was afraid I would have to take her to the hospital. She was a mess. Now I wonder how much of the problem was drink and how much fear I would find out about her and Brice?

"Jim I have to admit I talked to Ann yesterday. She said after you caught her with Brice you never gave her a chance to explain and never gave her a chance to save the marriage. Jim from what she told me yesterday I think Brice used the pictures I took at the reunion to blackmail Ann into the affair. She told me he agreed not to show them to you if she would have sex with him every Friday after work. Ann said he just kept getting worse, making her leave work earlier and earlier, then finally he told her Alan had been doing such a good job he wanted to reward him. He didn't have money for a bonus and he told Ann from time to time she would be Alan's bonus."

"Ann was crying when she told me this. She described the pictures he had and said she had no idea how or when he took them. She said the only other time she had been with Brice was when I had caught them at the reunion and the pictures of her looked so young she thought they were from then. From that, I am sure they were the ones I took. I know I had some like she described and during the divorce we gave copies to Brice and his attorney."

I thought for a few minutes then leaned back in my chair. "I really don't see where that has much to do with things. It's evident to me that Ann cheated and I finally caught her. I would have divorced her if I had caught her at the reunion. I caught her 23 years later and I did divorce her. If she had came to me when he tried to blackmail her I don't know what I would have done but I would not have been as rough on her as I was. She had been a good wife until about two weeks before I left on that damn trip."

"Jim, think about it. You know how Brice was. He had a line on him a mile long. He was a 'hunk'. Ann was young, good looking and as you recall they had been a couple for a long time while they were still in high school. I think she was the only one he didn't cheat on while they were dating. He found her drunk or got her drunk at the reunion and led her off for whatever reason. She doesn't even remember why she left the auditorium with him she said. She could hardly walk and her reasoning was impaired, her ex boyfriend was working her again and she succumbed. Then, like a dummy I not only didn't tell you what I had seen but I let Brice have pictures he used years later to blackmail her."

"You know what I think?" I asked Vicky. "I think she didn't trust me enough at our reunion to tell me Brice tried to take advantage of her, then 23 years later she still didn't trust me enough to tell me about the first time or about the blackmail attempt. She just happily went along with Brice. Vicky I saw them a couple of times before I kicked her out. I followed her a time or two after I had filed the divorce when she and Brice were still together. She didn't look like she was being forced. Hell, he even bought her clothes to wear on their dates because he wanted her to look sexier. Like I said, I followed them and watched. They acted like a couple in love. I just can't buy it. She wanted to cheat. Case closed."

Vicky sat and looked at me again, then said, "YOU. You saw them in town and followed them. Oh, my God. You were the one that mugged Brice that time weren't you?"

I felt my face drain, then get red. Shit, I thought to myself. I really blew it this time didn't I? Crap now I'll get in trouble for that if I'm not careful. Damn how could I be so stupid?"

"I uhhh, I don't know what you're talking about. I heard Brice got mugged but I thought they said it was a robbery. I sure didn't do anything like that."

Vicky laughed again and said, "Oh, relax doofus. I really don't care if you did it and I didn't hear you say anything. Now, all at once I'm hungry. Do you suppose we can eat and talk about other things?"

"Uh, yeah, I think that's a good idea." I said.

After our meal I was still feeling pretty stupid. I sure hoped Vicky wasn't taping our talk and didn't have some agenda of her own. You know though, I had enjoyed the meal with Vicky much more than other meal I had eaten recently. I didn't even mind the pre dinner conversation that much. For the first time in over a year I felt good about myself. Maybe it wasn't something I had done to drive Ann away. If she had been blackmailed it made her cheating less personal some how.

We left the café and I helped Vicky into her car. I started to close the door and she said, "You know Jim I really enjoyed tonight and I was so scared at first I almost didn't finish telling you about Ann and Brice or apologize. Thank you for listening. After what you said about Ann not trusting you and that you would have probably divorced her anyway I don't feel so bad."

I squatted down and held onto the door as I looked slightly up at Vicky. "Vicky. I need to think about tonight but I think I would like to ask you some questions. Could you come to my place tomorrow morning for coffee? I still live on the old home place and have the most relaxing patio to drink coffee on."

Vicky looked at me and said, "I don't know Jim. I need to think about this. Can I call you in the morning and let you know?"

"Yeah sure." I said. I stood and watched her drive away wondering if she would blow me off or actually come down to see me. I walked to my truck and drove the two miles back to my lonely home.

I didn't go into the house. I sat on my front porch and watched the moon come up. While I relaxed I was drinking Glenlivet and running the night's conversation through my head. I kept losing my train of thought and thinking about Vicky. She was carrying her age well but there was a look about her I couldn't put my finger on. She seemed a little frail, no maybe a little unsure, yes, that's it, she seemed unsure of herself. She seemed almost lost.

When I went into the house I saw the message light blinking on the answering machine. I wondered if one of the boys had tried to call or what. I played the message and heard, "Jim. This is Vicky. I'll come for coffee in the morning if the invitation is still open. I ... it was nice seeing you again. Will 8 a.m. be ok? If it isn't call me back please. If it is ok, don't bother calling back."

The next morning I was up at my usual 0630 and was as nervous as a cat. I paced the floor off and on until nearly eight then I forced myself to sit on the porch with my coffee and wait for Vicky. I had barely taken my seat when I heard a car come down my road. It was ten until eight as Vicky swung into my drive.

I stood and watched Vicky walk up onto the porch. "Thank you for coming Vicky. I was afraid you would change your mind and stand me up."

Vicky laughed and said, "Well, I almost did. I was so nervous I could hardly sleep last night and I was up at 6 this morning. Finally at about 7:40 momma told me to quit fidgeting and get on over here so here I am. I hope I'm not too early?"

I laughed and said, "No, you're fine. I've been up since a little after 6. I normally get up early and go to bed early. Ann never did break me of that habit. I grew up that way and 30 years of military service didn't do much to change it."

Again I heard that fetching laugh and this time she touched my forearm with the tips of her fingers. I felt a spark shoot through me. Oh, my. What was I thinking? I stepped back and said, "You ready for that coffee?" I put my hand in the small of her back and guided her into my house.

Vicky stopped when she got into the living room. "Oh, Jim. This is beautiful!"

"You aint seen nothin' yet." I said. "Let me get your coffee and come on out to the patio. I can't make myself sit in here when the weather's this nice."

I led Vicky first to the kitchen for coffee, then through the den and out onto the patio. As we sank down onto our padded chairs I watched Vicky's face. She seemed to perk up as she settled back into her chair. She got the most relaxed look on her face. "You said this was a relaxing place with a beautiful view but I didn't think it would be like this. I could stay here for ever."

When I invited Vicky for coffee I thought I might want to talk more about Ann and Brice. You know I don't think we even mentioned them? We talked about my place, our childhood here and how we had so much fun growing up.

I watched as Vicky's face showed her sorrow when she told me about the death of her second husband 4 years ago. She said, "I think I almost died just after him. I was so sunk in depression I really didn't care if I lived or died. I lost 30 pounds because I just quit eating. I think I would have gotten sick and died if it hadn't been for my children. David finally forced me to come home with him and he, his wife and Steve and his wife stayed with me for three months. They bullied me into eating, then going places and getting on with life. I'm able to function now but I'm afraid I don't have too much fun any more. Life is just a drudge."

Finally about 1030 Vicky looked at her watch and exclaimed, "OH. Look at the time. I really have to go. I promised Mother I would have an early lunch with her and then I have to pack and leave. I have to be back home this weekend to see David's brother in law get married."

It surprised me how sorry I was to see her leave. I walked to the car with her and said, "Vicky I travel a lot. Would it be OK to come visit you if I am in your neck of the woods? I'd really like to walk down memory lane with you some more."

Vicky smiled up at me and said, "Yeah Jim. I'd like that very much. Give me a call if you ever get near Colorado Springs and we can visit some more."

I got the crops in that spring and decided it was time to take another trip. I made arrangements with the neighbors to mow the yard and keep track of things. I loaded up my trusty powerstroke and hit the road. I didn't have any specific destination in mind at first but for some reason I headed west. I decided I would go to Seattle and visit my youngest son. The afternoon of the second day I was tooling down the highway heading north out of Pueblo Colorado.

I couldn't put it off any longer. I picked up my phone and dialed the number. I listened to the phone ring and ring and ring. I was just about to put my phone away when I heard a breathless "Hello?"

"Vicky? Is that you? This is Jim."

"Jim? OH, Jim, my God it's been weeks since we talked. You sound funny, kind of like you're breaking up. I can barely hear you."

"Vicky, I'm heading north out of Pueblo. I just got the wanderlust and decided to drive for a while. You said if I ever got in your neighborhood to look you up. I'll be coming through Colorado Springs in an hour or so. If you're not busy could we visit for a few? Heck, I'd even spring for dinner if you want."

There was silence on the line for a while and I didn't know what to expect or do. I said, "Vicky if there's a problem just say so. I know I didn't give you any warning and it's no problem for me to just drive on through. I was sort of on my way to Seattle anyway."

"NO. No, it's not a problem. I was just thinking. Jim my house is a mess. I've been packing and I don't have much left but why don't you drop by and we'll go from there?"

"Vicky I don't want to be a pain. Maybe I'd just better go on and catch you another time." I said.

"Jim don't you dare. I'm at 12473 Castle Rock Dr. and I'll be looking for you. Do you have GPS or do you need directions?"

"No, I'll just punch you into the GPS and be there with bells on. Vicky I'm really looking forward to seeing you." I said.

When I got to Vicky's I was surprised. There was a large "Two Men in a Truck" truck there and they were busy loading boxes and furniture. Vicky came running from the house when she saw me drive up. "Damn Girl," I said. "When you said you were packing I didn't think you meant you were packing it all up. What's the deal?"

"Jim I've sold my house and am moving back home. Mother is 84 now and not as spry as she used to be. Both my children have moved away from the Springs so other than a few friends I have nothing to hold me here. I decided I would move back home and take care of Mother as long as I can. I'm afraid she won't be with me much longer and I want to spend all the time I can with her."

I hung around the house with Vicky until the truck was all loaded, then we walked through the rooms. It was a nice house. Not quite as large as mine but a little fancier in décor. I told her it was a shame to leave such a nice house and she sighed. "I will miss it. There are a lot of happy memories in this place. It was the only house David Senior and I ever owned. It was our dream house and we raised our boys here. Sometimes when I hear the neighborhood children playing in the evenings I cry myself to sleep remembering when we were all here together. No, it's time to go."

Since Vicky was going to have to stay in a hotel for a few nights we got rooms in the same one. I rented a suite and Vicky got a nice queen room across the hall. After we cleaned up we went out for supper then made our way into the small hotel club.

While we were having our drinks and talking I saw some couples dancing. I leaned toward Vicky and asked, "Would you like to dance with me?"

Vicky looked startled then smiled and said, "Yes kind sir. I think I would like to dance with you very much."

When we got to the dance floor Vicky just flowed into my arms. By the second number Vicky had almost pasted herself to my body and I was trying to pull away. Little Jim was making his presence known and I didn't want to embarrass Vicky or myself.

As I moved back, Vicky followed me. I looked down into her eyes and they were sparkling. She gave me a mischievous grin and once again pressed into me. She laid her head on my chest and said, "Why Jim if I didn't know better I would think you were trying to get away from me. Why would you do something like that? You did ask me to come out here and dance with you after all."

I spluttered, then grinned and said, "I uh ... well I just ... Oh, heck. You know darn well why I backed away from you a little. Now you just behave."

Vicky looked up at my face again, smiled and said, "Ummmmm." Then laid her head back on my chest.

When that dance was over I walked Vicky back to our table. We finished our drinks and I asked her if she was about ready to call it a night. "Yes, I suppose we should. I have cleaning people coming to the house at 9 in the morning and I need to be there for that."

I walked her to her room and gave her a gentle kiss before opening the door for her. She was staring me in the face again as she backed into her room. Her hand was in mine and slowly pulled away as she moved backwards. I watched the door close and stood there a moment, then moved to my room.

I had barely gotten my shoes off when I heard a knocking on my door. I opened it to see Vicky again. She stood there a moment then took a deep breath and said, "Jim can we have breakfast together tomorrow? I know you planned to leave early in the morning but ... well, I thought you have to eat don't you?"

I laughed and said, "Sure hon. I have to eat. When and where do we do breakfast?"

"How about 730? I'll just knock on your door and we can decide where we want to go then?"

Well, we did breakfast in the hotel dining room and visited until Vicky said she just barely had enough time to get to her house. I looked at her and said, "Vic I really don't have a schedule to keep. Would you mind if I came with you and hung around until the cleaning is done? Maybe I could help with something?"

Vicky agreed I could come with her. I didn't do a darn thing except get under foot but I enjoyed every minute of it. I talked to Vicky in between her checking on the cleaning people. We laughed. I don't think either of us had laughed much in the last few years and it felt good. About mid afternoon I was walking past Vicky and caught myself reaching out to touch her. When I stopped half way through the move she looked at me and said, "What? Jim what's the matter?"

"I'm sorry Vicky. I just caught myself trying to touch you. I didn't want to upset you and I stopped myself."

Vicky broke out in that sexy tinkling laughter again. "You're kidding right?" she asked.

"No, why would I be kidding? You saw my hand almost to your waist. What did you think I was going to do anyway?"

Again that tinkling laugh I was starting to love so well. I was shocked to my core though when Vicky said, "Jim why would you stop now. You've been touching me every time we walked past each other since shortly after we got here." When she saw my face she grinned and said, "You mean you really didn't know you were doing that? Oh, that's so funny!"

All I could do was give her a sheepish grin. "No, I didn't know. I've just been so relaxed and comfortable talking with you I guess I fell back into my 'married mode'. Ann and I were always touching as we moved around the house and I ... well, I guess I just. I guess I'm just so comfortable with you I didn't realize what I was doing. I'm sorry."

Vicky said, "Jim you don't have anything to be sorry about. If I hadn't been OK with it I am a big girl. I would have told you to stop." As she said that Vicky moved toward me and stood on her tiptoes. Before I knew it she had placed a gentle kiss on my lips then backed away to once again look into my eyes.

I don't remember much about that afternoon but somehow we made it back to the hotel and agreed to have supper together once more. This night was a repeat of the previous night. We enjoyed more dining dancing and conversation. There was one difference. There were several kisses thrown into the mix and Vicky's belly stayed pressed against my hard cock.

When we got back to the hallway by our rooms Vicky didn't turn toward hers. She walked to my door and stood waiting. She had a little mischievous grin on her face as she asked, "Well, aren't you going to open the door for a lady?"

Even after we got into the room I was a little slow. I opened a bottle of wine and we sat on the couch drinking and talking. Vicky leaned up against me and turned her face up toward mine. Finally she gave a little huff and picked up my left arm and placed it around her shoulders. "There. That's much better don't you think?" she said as her left hand came to rest on my thigh right next to my crotch.

Well, as the saying goes I may have been born at night but it wasn't last night. I finally got the hint and got with the program. It had been three months since I last had sex with anyone other than my friend Rosy Palm and her five sisters. I was raring to go and when I got around to sliding my hand under her skirt I found Vicky sopping.

Vicky moaned when I first touched her pussy and hunched toward my fingers. I had been staring at her beautiful breasts and rock hard nipples all evening. They were filling the top half of her filmy cocktail dress nicely. Oh, how she shuddered when I slapped a lip lock on them! After a few minutes of play on the couch Vicky stood and drew her dress over her head. All I could do was stare in amazement. She was perfect!

She wasn't wearing a bra and only had on a small thong. One of her shaved pussy lips was hanging out the side and I could see moisture glistening on her thighs a third of the way to her knees. My heart was thudding in my chest until I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears.

After she had ditched her dress Vicky knelt between my legs and quickly opened and pulled my pants off. You would have thought she was starving the way she devoured my cock. Other than the one time with Doris I had never been deep throated before. Let me tell you Vicky made me forget about Doris' deep throat before she even had me all the way down her gullet. There was something about the way Vicky did it that made me quiver all the way to my bones. Vicky was moaning and bobbing her head like she couldn't ever get enough. I don't know how long she sucked on me but we both felt my sperm rising and she tilted her head back and raised her eyebrows.

I gently pulled Vicky's head off my cock. Before I could say anything she said, "You taste so good I don't want to stop. Do you mind?" Just before she took me back into her mouth Vicky got a worried look on her face and asked, "Can you do it more than once a night?"

I laughed and said, "That feels great and no I don't mind. I really prefer to get off in a pussy but if you want it in your mouth I don't mind. And to answer your question, Yes, I can go more than once a night."

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