Sometimes life is easy, sometimes life is hard. At least that's what I've experienced so far.
Life was good growing up, I had good friends, nice parents, got a decent education, even was lucky enough to meet the right woman and convince her to marry me.
Then, we had two sons, I had a good job, so all was just great.
Well, yes, it was. So far. I'll be brief ... cancer.
So, now life became hard. Two young boys to raise, that's hard enough but, of course, a large hole was left in my heart that just doesn't really ever quite go away.
But, any way, I had two sons and a job to handle as well, so I stayed pretty busy. Don't get the idea that my life was one of gloom and sorrow, no, there were plenty of times when things went quite well. The boys grew up well, got good grades and gave me little difficulty.
I had finally gotten one into college, he helped himself nicely by getting some serious scholarship money and he was a junior when Jake, the younger, also went away on a scholarship of his own.
I'd been so busy, for so many years, that, now that I was on my own, now living at home by myself, I felt the pangs of the solo life and began looking around for female companionship.
It didn't turn out hard to do, I soon met a lovely woman, Betty, a few years younger than I am, she's thirty-seven, I'm forty-four, and we quickly hit it off.
She was fun and nice and interesting, all good things, and she was particularly attractive. Slender and trim, she stood five-four and had short curly brunette hair. As I got to know her better, much better, I can tell you that she is flawless naked. She may be in her upper thirties but her breasts are firm and high, each tipped with a small, light pink nipple.
The first time I got her naked (third date, more about that in a minute), I learned that the only hair on her body was what you saw on her head, she was bare and smooth everywhere below.
Any way, I'll skip to the third date, she'd invited me over to her house for a lovely homemade supper and after it was over and we'd cleaned up, she simply asked me what I'd like to do. I told her whatever she wanted and she just went and said, "Well, honestly, Frank, I'd like to go to bed."
For a split second, yes, my mind thought, 'Well, she's tired... ', but then I realized I was getting an invitation to a much more intimate evening than I had planned on.
It was her grin that made me realize what she was suggesting.
"I would be most pleased to accompany you, if I may."
"You certainly may, I would even insist if I thought I had to," and she took my hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom.
She lit some candles around the room, then came to me and said she wanted to undress me so I stood there as she unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off, then knelt down to slip off my loafers and socks, then loosened my belt, zipped my fly down and pulled my pants off leaving me in my boxers.
Her hand went to the bulge within and gripped it.
"Well, well, look what I found, let's see what's inside," and she pulled my undershorts to the floor and took my cock in her hand and slipped her lips over the head and began sucking as I felt her tongue wetly rubbing circles around and around.
She looked up, smiled, let go of me and stood up.
"Now, you do me, Frank," and stood there as I slowly took her clothes off kissing her as I went.
As I pulled down her panties, sexy, black lace ones, I leaned forward and kissed her beautiful, plump, bare pussy, then taking several licks in its crevice, I had my first taste of her intimate juices.
I stood up and she took my cock, led me to her bed and pulled the covers back, then we got in and embraced and kissed and felt one another.
Now, Betty might be thirty-eight but she looked somewhat younger, like, thirty or so. Her body was tight and firm and her skin was smooth and flawless.
I began kissing her neck and shoulders, taking my time as she held and stroked my cock and was soon down between her legs giving her the first of many orgasms she's had since. We made love twice, the second time, she seemed more relaxed and looser about it and I began to see just how sexy and uninhibited this woman really was.
That started our sex which was phenomenal, just the best I'd ever experienced. Betty was a very imaginative lover, simply wonderful.
So, we were dating steadily as the holidays began to roll around. I heard from Jake that he would be headed home for the winter break but Josh, my older son, told me he was off on a skiing holiday in Switzerland, lucky fellow.
It was nice having Jake home, of course, hearing all about his experiences in college, but most of my nights were with Betty. After all, the sex, like I said, was phenomenal.
Betty had Jake and I over for Christmas dinner and we had a great time. Betty and I were talking about our supper plans for New Year's Eve and that we had nine o'clock reservations but planned to be home for the midnight toasting with a special bottle of Champagne I'd bought.
"Oh, I may be hanging out at home New Year's Eve, too, Dad," my son told me, "just some buddies from college, Dad."
Well, I figured that Betty and I can take our bottle of bubbly to the hot tub, get nice and naked and toast in the New Year while Jake and his buds get plowed watching the ball drop on TV. So, that was set.
We got home about eleven fifteen and there were several cars parked out front so we rolled into the garage and went in the house.
As we walked through the great room toward the covered patio where the hot tub was, we began seeing piles of clothes here and there, one with a bra folded on the top. "Well, well," I told Betty as I pointed.
I slid open the slider and there was Jake, in the hot tub, with three naked girls, all of them holding beers in their hands.
"Oh, so these are your buddies?" I asked.
"Yeah, Dad, you make great buddies in college. This is Mandy, she's Sarah and this is Janie. And before you say anything, Janie is twenty years old."
I can see why he said that. Janie was a petite blond that looked like an eighth-grader.
All of them were sitting up in the tub, none shy about their breasts being exposed, all saying hellos and such, just like we'd seen them naked many, many times before.
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