Chapter 7

I felt Wendy turn to look. Samantha fell aside, so I grabbed Wendy and moved her to the couch belly down. I took her pussy from behind. She’s in the doggy position, so I can slide my hands under her and hold her tits as I fuck her from behind.

After handling her boobs for a while, I used them to pull her butt cheeks apart and massage them firmly as I fucked her. I felt her quickening as I kept manipulating her buns vigorously. I started moving harder in her and clenching my ass as I fucked her, shoving myself into her hard. We had a great mutual orgasm together.

“Bill, damn, Uh, uh, uh, ple-e-e-ssss-aaaaaeeeeuuuhhhh, uh, uh, uh, now, uhn ughn OHHH fuuuuck meeee hard.

“Wendy, Ya, oh, right NOW, right now, oooooh!” We came together hard. I froze, jammed into her as tight as I could, and held it. We had been working towards that goal for weeks. It feels much better cumming simultaneously, and you feel emotionally closer to your partner.

I learned today that Wendy controls my entire pussy allotment, and the two women do things in concert.

That took place on a Wednesday. Sam had been off that day. She worked Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday through Saturday usually. Thursday, Wendy and I had been to the beach, and we came home and had a naked day together. The phone rang, and she handed it to me.

“Hello.”

“I found it. I found the car I want to buy,” Samantha said.

“I said, What is it?”

She said, “It’s a 1968 Blue Impala. It’s baby blue with a white vinyl top. It only has 28,000 miles on it and was garage-kept. It was owned by an elderly couple. They traded it in. It’s perfect, Bill, absolutely perfect. I want it. I already put $100.00 down on it. Can you come in and cosign with me for it? It won’t get good gas mileage, but it’s so inexpensive. The dealership usually doesn’t take a car in a trade that old. They did it for me, Bill. They did this for me. Can you imagine that?”

I said, “Oh, sweety, I can imagine that. You are good people, and you’re gorgeous, plus you dress so ladylike and refined. I bet you have all the men there wrapped around your finger.”

“Ohmigod! You’re right. I don’t think I ever noticed it. I mean, I didn’t do anything to cause it. I treat people how I like being treated. You’re right, though, I love working here, and everyone treats me like their favorite kid sister.”

I said, “In their hearts, you are. You’re easy to like. I’ll be down in a few minutes to cosign for it. Tell them I will be using the naval air credit union. You know my name and address and all that. They can get the paperwork started and fax the paperwork back and forth.”

She said, “Good, good idea. I’ll see you real soon.”

Going to the dealership was hazardous. Wendy went with me. When we got there, she saw a two-year-old station wagon she wanted. It was a 1979 Chevy Malibu base model with a 200 cubic inch V6 engine. It was slow, but it was big. Later, I was trying to figure out what they said the color was. It was an ugly medium blue-green to me. Whatever, Wendy loved it. That’s all that mattered.

The VW had been great as a one-guy car. With two ladies and I, we had constant reminders the bug needed to be bigger. It barely fits more than two people. Honestly, two was a tight squeeze.

Of course, three salesmen headed towards us right away. I waited until they all came up.

I asked, “Which one of you actually drives a Chevy?”

Nobody answered, but two glanced at the third guy as they drifted back.

The guy standing there introduced himself as Pete Masters.

Hi Pete, “I’m Bill Mooney, and this is my sweetheart, Wendy Sharp. She likes this Malibu.”

Pete said, “I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.”

I said, “You should be more concerned about her. She the one that likes to haggle.”

He said, “I’m beginning to like my job better every day.” Wendy was showing some cleavage today.

Originally the Malibu had a base of $6200 because it was the base model. Two years later, it was marked as 3,990 because the car had 35,000 miles. It had been used by a man that traveled for a living. It looked good. I knew the engine would last a long time with good oil changes. 35,000 road miles was equal to 3,500 town miles. I got them to do an engine flush to ensure it was cleaned.

Samantha had her paperwork ready. I added another $100 to her down payment which helped because the credit union didn’t like old cars. That was at their request.

To speed things along with the Malibu, I had them go with GMAC and put down 20% for it. We left the Malibu to be picked up Friday at noon. We stopped at my State Farm agent with our paperwork. Wendy was added to the Malibu’s insurance policy as a driver. Since Sam’s Impala had both our names on it, we were both listed on Impala’s insurance.

It was late, so we stopped at Wendy’s Hamburgers, of all places, to grab a burger.

When Sam got home, she was a mess. She was on pins and needles until the two girls took her new car and drove to Jax Beach. They turned south on A1A and west on Beach street, our normal cruise to the beach route.

When they got back, I became a fortunate man.

I did my next three days of shifts. Wendy sat me down and talked to me about Shannon. She wanted me to continue being nice to her.

I said, “I’m always nice to people that are nice to me. She’s always been nice.”

She said, “Not that kind of nice. I want you to get to know her better.”

I said, “Huh? The only way I would get to know her better is...”

She said, “Exactly, biblically. I want you to seduce her slowly. She has never had the joy of sex, as they say. Her husband is a warthog and treats her like shit. Her thoughts and attitudes are backward and partly induced by her backward religion. You will have to be tricky and awaken her hunger carefully. You can’t date her or any of that, which makes it harder to romance her.

I asked, “What about her husband? I don’t want to do that to anyone.”

She said, “She’s legally separated now. In Florida, she’s free to do as she wants, although it’s frowned upon. They are going no-fault, as you suggested. She has asked for six months of support, and that’s all. She gets to live in the house until the six months is up. Then she needs to find a new place. George jumped at it when her lawyer pointed out she could hurt him financially. He was advised to take the easy divorce. Dueling lawyers jump up the costs, which George would be responsible for. She’s pretty much not working.”

A few weeks later, Wendy, Sam, and Shannon took the station wagon on a Wednesday and drove to St. Augustine. A few months earlier, we went there to get Sam some clothes. We had seen a place that sells paintings on a back street. The women were going there for decorations for our house.

The paintings were all acrylics and really looked pretty to our unsophisticated eyes. Many were beach scenes or tropical motifs like birds or lizards in them.

On the previous visit to St. Augustine, the VW was not large enough for paintings and wall-mounted figurines. Also, I didn’t have enough cash in my pocket, so we vowed to return someday.

I was reading when I heard a pounding on my carport door. I went to see what was going on.