Chapter 4: The Beat Goes On

The next three years just seemed to fly by. Gio turned 11 years old. He had grown taller than either Leslie or I. He is going to be a nice looking man. And yes just in case you are wondering he has his father’s dick size. But as I have said before this story is not about him.

Leslie, Randolph and I are still fucking. I am enjoying that 11 inches as much as Randolph is enjoying fucking a woman 32 years younger than himself. You see Randolph is older than he looks. We thought he was about 55 when we first started but he just turned 63. Leslie and I are just 31.

We have kept our affair secret, so nobody knows, or so we think. But we have found that we must tell Randolph no on some of the things he wants to do. Not sexual things, but things like he wants us to take trips with him, or he wants to spend the night at our house or his condo. We thought that was just too risky. We had a live-in maid-cook-nanny living in the apartment over the garage and she was always there. That is how rumors get started and we did not want any hint of a scandal. Randolph was persistent and that led to the trouble.

Gio had made friends with twin brothers in his school. They spent the night regularly at our house and he at theirs. Then one day he came home all excited. He had been invited by them to go to Orlando for a weekend. One of their uncles worked at Disney and was going to give them a tour of the inner workings of the park. We agreed to let him go. Our mistake was telling Randolph. He immediately started on us that this was a great time for us to take a trip. We said no but he persisted. We finally agreed to spend Saturday night with him at his condo. Big mistake.

Randolph—Finally I had talked them into spending the night with me. For three years we had used their office. The couch, the chair, even her desk. I always wanted more. I wanted to wake up next to this woman. I wanted to watch her sleep. Watch how she prepared for bed, know what she liked to wear to bed. I wanted to see her drink her first cup of coffee in the morning. I am as in love with her as I was with my first wife. There is just something about her and her take on sexuality. I can’t get enough of her. But I am getting old. Three years ago I had no problem getting a hard on and keeping it but in the last few months I found myself going soft before I was finished. I could not risk them not wanting me anymore and that is what led me to the stay hard drugs, the little blue pills. I found a doctor on-line and ordered the pills from Canada. I ordered the strong ones, 100mg. And they worked! One of those pills and I was like a 30-year-old again.