Chapter 4

As it turned out, as Felicity barged into the library, Chester was just showing Bobby out. She pulled the door open and jumped back, when she was confronted with two men, standing there.

“I see you’ve been making cookies again,” said Chester, smiling at her.

She looked at her hands, and flushed deep red. “I need to talk to you,” she said. “about this...” she waved a doughy hand at Bobby. “about him...”

“Excellent!” said Chester. “I need to talk to you too. I’ve hired Mister Dalton here to escort you to your class reunion.”

Her flush drained away. She looked at the man standing with her husband. He was five inches taller, looked a foot broader in the chest, and was smiling at her. That smile, and his blue eyes, and that damned cute lock of hair draped onto his forehead, made her feel like she was seventeen again.

“I don’t want to go,” she rasped.

Chester turned to Bobby and held out his hand.

“Thank you, sir, for your candid answers to my questions. I appreciate a man who is honest. We’ll be in touch, after I discuss this further with my wife.”

Bobby shook his hand firmly. “I remember the way out,” he said.

Felicity watched as he started toward her, making her move to get out of his way.

“Ma’am,” he said, that smile still on his face.

She watched him move away from her too, feeling the blush begin to re-stain her face. Then she turned to face her husband, who reached for her hand, and drew her into the library.

“Please don’t make me do this,” moaned Felicity. She was sitting on Chester’s lap, where he had pulled her.

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do,” said Chester, cupping one of her breasts.

“Thank you,” she sighed.

“But I want you to go to the reunion, and I want that young man to take you.”

“But why?” she moaned.

“Don’t try to fool an old man,” he said, squeezing her firm breast. “I know you found him attractive.”

“That’s the whole point!” she moaned. “I don’t want to be tempted like that.” She was remembering that smile, and those blue eyes, and that troublesome lock of hair that she had wanted to brush back into place.

“Sweet, sweet Felicity,” said the old man, unbuttoning her blouse. She wore front release bras, just for him, and he was adept at getting them undone. The bra sprang apart to reveal her pink nipples. His hand went to fondle a naked breast. The nipple was already stiff. “I know what it has been like for you, these last four years.” He pinched the nipple slightly, and she sucked in a breath.

“I love you,” she moaned, leaning down to kiss him.

He let her ... kissed her back, but then spoke again when she was finished.

“I know you do,” he said. “And I love you too. I want you to be able to experience the excitement of being with a younger man.”

“Not like this!” she whined, as he mauled her nipple.

“Not unless you want to,” he said. He pulled her toward him and sucked at the nipple while she moaned. After giving it a good suck, he went on. “But this is about all I can do for you, my darling. We both know that. It would make me very happy if I knew you were experiencing something more ... passionate, let’s say.”

“But I don’t want another man!” she moaned. “I want you! You’re my husband and I’m happy when you make love to me.”

“That is precisely why I love you so much,” he said softly. “but you deserve to be deliriously happy when you make love. Can you honestly look me in the eye, and say I make you deliriously happy in bed?”

“Yes,” she said immediately, looking at his mouth.

He put a finger under her chin and lifted. Slowly, her eyes came up to his. She flinched, slightly.

“Be truthful, my sweet,” he said. “I know what a young woman deserves ... needs. I was young once. What I gave Virginia ... back then ... is so much more than I can give you now. You know that.”

“You want me to go off and have an affair with a stranger?” she whined, this time looking in his eyes. “I can’t do that. It’s just... wrong. And I don’t know a thing about him!”

“Which is why I hired him for the two weeks between now, and the reunion,” said the old man. “He is to spend time with you. You need to get to know him, so that, when you present him as your husband, it will be believable. You need to know where he’s from ... what he’s like ... how he thinks. He’s a delightful young man, Felicity. I like him a lot.”

“Why?” she asked, curious.

“I asked him questions,” said Chester. “We talked. I was impressed with his answers. I think he is a man of character.”

“Did you tell him to ... have sex with me?” she said, her voice high.

“Of course not,” said Chester, chuckling. “That all depends on you, not me.”

“I won’t have sex with him!” said Felicity firmly.

“If that is what you want, then you won’t,” said her husband. “If you change your mind, I want you to know that I love you, and will always be here for you.”

“That’s just insane!” said Felicity. “I can’t make love with a man I don’t love! If I did that ... with him, I mean ... it would mean I fell in love with him. I love you. I don’t want to fall in love with anybody else.”

“I will not be here, forever,” said Chester. “You know that too. You need to be ready to find another love, when I am gone. I will not go to my rest ... join Virginia again ... knowing you plan to stay a widow. That is not acceptable. You brought me great joy and comfort after I lost Virginia, and I expect you to let another man do the same for you when I’m gone.”

“But that will be years from now,” said Felicity, hope in her voice. “I can deal with that then. Don’t make me do something like that now!”

“I’m not making you do anything,” said Chester. “Let’s just say I want you to keep in practice. How long has it been since you’ve had a man other than me?”

“You know it’s been since school,” said Felicity. “I told you that, when we got married.”

“Seven years, without the kind of passion that keeps one young,” said Chester, shaking his head. “It’s too long, my darling. You don’t have to do anything with this man, but I want you to feel that passion, and I think this young fellow has what it takes to bring that out in you.”

“He was just supposed to escort me,” wailed Felicity.

“And if that’s all that happens, I’ll be happy too,” said Chester. “At least you’ll have had some time with a man your own age. I think you need that. Please do this for an old man who loves you.”

Felicity didn’t know what to think. She had conflicting emotions already, and didn’t like that. She liked to be sure about things. She was used to being in charge of things, and making sure they went the way they were supposed to. Nothing in her life, though, had helped prepare her for managing something like this.

“Please?” asked the man she loved.

“For you,” she said softly. “Only for you.”

“That’s my girl,” he sighed. “Now, come let Daddy make you feel good.”

Ten minutes later, with Chester’s finger in her pussy, and his mouth on her nipples, Felicity felt both better ... and worse. She felt better, because she needed an orgasm, to calm her down.

She felt worse, because while she was having it, with her eyes tightly closed, she was seeing blue eyes, and a forelock that wouldn’t stay where it belonged.

While Felicity was having her orgasm, Bobby was thinking about the interview. It was clear, now, that that’s why he’d been called there ... for an interview.

Chester Chumley seemed to know a lot about him. In fact, Chester knew more about him than was comfortable. Chester had seemed to know about Prudence, and Jill, and Christy, for starters. Where he got his information was a mystery, and, while he was circumspect, he asked Bobby outright if he had done work for those women.

Bobby hadn’t lied about anything. At the same time, he hadn’t admitted anything other than performing repair jobs for all the women Chester had eventually named. After talking about those three, he had then asked about Martha too. He hadn’t mentioned Tilly, or Sherry, but Bobby got the idea he just stopped when he had the kind of information that he’d wanted.

Chester had asked some very personal questions about his upbringing too, somehow getting Bobby to admit that Joe had been his father figure.

“Met him once,” said Chester, when Bobby finally gave name to the man he was talking about. “He hired on at the plant for a while, in maintenance. Did good work - could fix anything made by man - but wasn’t the kind to put down roots. He was a good man, though. A bit unconventional, I’d say ... but a good man.”

Bobby had simply agreed, wondering what was going on here.

Then Chester got around to talking about the reunion, and hiring Bobby to impersonate ... him, basically. Bobby had almost goggled at the man, as he casually said Bobby would be required to act like Felicity’s husband ... convincingly. That was the particular word he had used... “convincingly”.

Bobby had questioned him on that.

“What, exactly would I be required to do ... convincingly?” he’s asked.

“She will be your guide on that matter,” said the old man, as if it were nothing of importance. “You just be there to see to her needs, and convince those young people she’s trying to impress that she caught herself a good man.”

“That might get ... awkward,” said Bobby.

“I can see how it might,” said the old man, looking Bobby right in the eye.

Bobby had expressed an opinion that he was better at fixing things, than playacting, which was when he was offered two thousand dollars to spend as much of the next two weeks with her, getting to know her, and letting her get to know him, as she was comfortable with.

“If, when it’s time to go, you don’t think you can do it, then I’ll understand,” said Chester. “I’ll have to depend on you to tell me if you think you can pull it off.” He had squinted at Bobby. “Of course, the fee will be the same, regardless. I will have used your time, and kept you away from other ... work.”

He had basically offered to pay Bobby two thousand dollars for spending a little time with Felicity, and which might come to nothing at all, in terms of the ultimate objective, convincing a bunch of people they were married.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” asked Bobby.

“I’m sure,” said the man.”

Bobby had stood, then, and said: “Have her call me when she’s ready to start.”

Bobby wasn’t at all sure she’d call him at all. If she didn’t, that was fine. He’d just keep working, if she didn’t. He wondered at why the old man would want something like this. It was obvious that he cared deeply for his wife, and, from the looks of it, his wife cared deeply for him too. To do this must mean the old man wanted her to have something he couldn’t give her.

Just about all that could be was sex. He had everything else in the world, and, through her marriage to him, she did too. Bobby grinned and shook his head. It would be interesting ... if it happened.