Cobblestone Streets Pt. 3

“You bastard!” she shouted. “I should have known. How am I supposed to get new papers?”

“That’s your problem,” I told her. “I got you the first set. I’ve made an appointment with a realtor. She’s going to tell us how much the house is worth. You have two choices. You can buy me out or I’ll buy you out. I have to tell you though; you can’t make the payments in case you decide to buy me out.”

“I’m not doing anything,” she said. “It’s going to take a long time to get divorced. I don’t see any reason to do anything until the divorce is final.”

“It’s going to take about a month,” Olivia told her.

“No it isn’t,” Cindy said. “I know it takes longer than that.”

“We’re going to file for a simplified divorce,” I told her. “There are no children to have custody disputes about, I’m not paying you any alimony and we’re going to agree on the division of property. I’m giving you half of our assets. We could have our final hearing twenty days after the filing.”

“You make three times as much as me,” she said. “I think you should pay me alimony.”

“Well, I have a video that says I shouldn’t,” I pointed out. “There’s also the fact that if you fuck with me you’ll be unemployed and I predict you’ll lose your license to practice.”

She cursed and ranted until Olivia and I went and locked ourselves in our bedrooms. Somehow, she got the papers signed and we got the hearing scheduled. I drew up all the paperwork about our division of assets and she signed those, too. Every day for 27 days, she told me she didn’t want a divorce. She loved me and this was all just a misunderstanding on my part. As the hearing approached, she became increasingly desperate. Three days before the hearing she left me a note that she needed to speak with Olivia and me and asked us to please wait up for her to get home from work.

She ran up and took a quick shower and then she came back down and got us all a beer. She asked us to sit around the bar in the kitchen and she would talk to us while she got something to eat. I could tell she was very nervous and didn’t quite know how to start. She took a couple of bites of her dinner and just looked at us for a minute. It was surreal. We had been here so many times and it was over. I had no idea what she wanted.

Finally, she sighed and began. “Eric, Olivia, I want to apologize to both of you,” she said. “I’ve made some terrible mistakes. I never dreamed that any of this would happen. I never thought it would come to this. I totally misjudged you, Eric. I expected you to understand me and support me. I know now that it was a mistake. I get it.”

“No, you don’t,” I told her. “This wasn’t a mistake. You still don’t see anything wrong with what you did. The problem, in your mind, isn’t what you did; the problem is that I didn’t understand and support you.”

“It was just an emotional need I had. Why can’t you understand that? I love you, Eric, I always have and I always will. Why are you so jealous and immature?”

“Well, I remember something about standing in front of a hundred people and promising each other to ‘forsake all others’,” I told her. “Before that, you told me you understood me and that what you did then would never happen again. It did, only it’s worse this time. This isn’t about me not ‘understanding and supporting’ you, Cindy; it’s about you lying and cheating and being unfaithful. You did this, not me.”

“Oh, please!” She was disgusted now. “What about all the time you spend with Allison? I know about you and her.”

“You don’t know shit,” I told her. “I’ve never so much as laid a finger on that girl. Don’t imagine I didn’t think about it, though. Do you know what kept me from ever doing anything about it? I was married to you! I loved you with every fiber of my being and the thought of betraying you, hurting you, kept me from ever, ever starting a relationship, let alone having sex with anyone else. I’ve never been with any other woman, sexually or any other way in all the time since I was exclusive with you. This is all on you.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said.

“I do,” Olivia said. “It’s you I don’t believe.”

“Of course, Daddy’s little angel!” Cindy shouted. “You’ve always hated me and taken his side.”

“Bullshit,” Olivia said. “You’re just lashing out at everyone around you because you fucked up. Now you say you’re apologizing. For what? For getting caught? What’s the matter, did old needle dick not turn out to be such a great deal after all?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Cindy yelled.

“Sure I do,” Olivia chuckled. “I’ve seen the video. It’s pathetic, Mom. That is what you threw Daddy away for?”

“I didn’t throw anything away,” she started crying. “I never intended for any of this to happen! I don’t want a divorce! I love you, Eric; can’t you see that?”

“No, I just see a supremely selfish woman that has to get her ‘needs’ met no matter the damage she does to anyone else,” I said. “Are we done here?”

“No,” Cindy sobbed. “What do I have to do to fix this? I’ll do anything you want me to. Please don’t divorce me, Eric.”

“I don’t think these eggs can be unscrambled,” Olivia spoke up. “I’ll let Daddy speak for himself, though.”

“Eric?” she looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Okay, don’t sneak around behind my back, don’t date other men, don’t lie to me and don’t suck other men’s cocks,” I said. “Oh, wait, you already did all of that. The train has left the station, Cindy. We had some happy years. I’m not out to burn your house down. I’m willing to give you half of everything we have except Olivia. Thank God she’s an adult. I’m keeping her.”

“I don’t want half of anything, I just want you, Eric,” she turned and went up the stairs, looking like she was a zombie. I felt bad for her until I remembered Pierce’s prick in her mouth.

Three days later, the divorce was final and Olivia and I moved into our new place. We found a nice three-bedroom condo close to the hospital where she worked and not too far from my work either. We went furniture shopping and finally got the place looking like home.

I put the house up on the market and Cindy came unglued. When I came out from work, she was leaning against my truck.

“What do you want, Cindy,” I asked.

“Where am I supposed to live?” she asked. “Don’t you think this has gone on long enough, Eric? How long are you going to stay mad at me? Can’t we just move on before it’s too late? You’re actually going to sell the house, or is this just teaching me a lesson? If it’s a lesson, I’ve got it, okay? Now, just stop this and come home. I understand now. I made a mistake. Can’t you just forgive me?”

“I forgive you,” I said. “Now, could you get off my door so I can go home?”

She moved away to her car and I went home, not the old home, the new one.

I had been there about an hour when my phone rang. It was Jack.

“Eric, we have a meeting at ten in the morning,” he said. “This is the one that we were supposed to have a while back. We hit some snags but it’s all on now. It’s important and I want you to be on your game. Allison has told me about the shit going on in your life. I want to know that you’ve got a handle on that.”

I told him that I was fine and that I’d be ready. I really was fine. I surprised myself. As I reflected on things, I guess I realized that this was nearly inevitable. The surprising thing was that it had lasted as long as it did. There was something seriously fucked up with Cindy’s moral compass. It had always been like that. The only thing that kept her pointed in the right direction was her fear of losing me. I had made such an impression on her with the George Cooper thing that she hadn’t forgotten it for 27 years. Her idea that her needs needed to be “fulfilled” had finally overcome her fear and she had acted on it. I had wasted a lot of time. I was forty-six years old and I needed to start planning the rest of my life.

I called Allison to see if she wanted to hang out. She was on a date. I called Samantha and asked her and Cecilia to dinner. They were available, so I made reservations at Gino’s. It was a nice Italian place that I’d been to before. It was a little pricy, but the tetrazzini was second to none. I got the car out to take them. I didn’t want to pull up in a truck at a nice restaurant.

They drove to my place and I let them in when they rang the doorbell. They oohed and ahhed around about the new place and I gave them a glass of wine and the grand tour. When we were ready, I took them out to the garage.

Cecilia started jumping up and down. “Oh my God,” she shrieked. “What is that?”

I looked around for a spider or something. “What is it, Cecilia?”

“That car! I love it; what is it?”

“It’s a 1951 Mercury,” I said. “You want to drive it?”

“Hell yes,” she was practically drooling. “What’s in it?” she asked. “Please don’t tell me it’s one of those lame-ass 302s.”

“No, I don’t care for that engine much,” I told her. “They put them in the Mustangs, but they would break in half over 500 horsepower. This was a Windsor 351. It’s a stroker and it’s a 408 making about 540 horsepower and 575 ft/lbs. of torque. Tell me you aren’t a gear head?”

“I love hot rods.” She snatched the keys out of my hand. She took a minute to figure out that there were no door handles but she hit the remote and the doors popped open. We jumped in and she fired it up. The rumble filled the garage and she was like a kid in a candy store. Her eyes were flashing and all that hair flew around and she was adorable. She saw the nitrous switch and squealed, “I’ve got to try that.” She could hardly wait.

She backed out and smoked the tires heading down the street. Samantha screeched and I buckled her seat belt and put mine on, too. Cecilia laughed. “Nervous, Eric?”

“Terrified,” I told her. She was really a very good driver. She stayed in the fast lane and cruised about six or seven miles an hour over the speed limit. We hit an empty patch of interstate and she looked at me and raised one eyebrow.

I looked back at Samantha and she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Hang on,” I told her.

Cecilia punched it and we were pinned back in our seats. She hit the switch and the nitrous kicked in. We were flying when she killed the switch and coasted back down. Her teeth were flashing and she was just vibrant with excitement.

“Thank you, Eric,” she flashed me a look. “I’ve always dreamed I’d get to do that.”

“Anything to make my girl happy,” I said. She shot me another look that made my clothes smoke.

We had a great dinner and I kissed them both goodbye and put them in Cecelia’s car. Samantha hugged me and whispered in my ear. “She likes you, Eric. Be good to her.”

I winked at her and she got in. I went around and asked Cecilia if she would go to the lake with me on Saturday. She was a little hesitant, but she agreed and I set a time to pick her up.

Olivia pulled up just then and said hi. Something seemed a little odd, but they just talked a minute. She held my arm and we waved as they drove away.

“She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” she confided. “The age thing worries me a little, Dad.”

“I’m still in good shape,” I told her.

“Yeah, but she’s got a broken arm,” she looked at me impishly.

I burst out laughing. “I think Samantha is too much woman for me.” I gave Olivia a squeeze. “God, I love you, baby,” I told her.

“Me, too,” she said. We went in and she told me about her date. We talked a bit and went to bed.

I was totally unprepared for the meeting the next morning. I don’t know how you get ready for something like that. When I got there, a Nordic looking gentleman was sitting in the office. There were three men that looked like lawyer types inside, our company attorney, Jack and Allison, all looking very serious.

Jack introduced me and the Nordic guy’s name was some unpronounceable thing.

“Eric, we’re selling the business,” Jack told me. “I’m ready to retire. Allison doesn’t want the company but she wants to work. The only way I would agree to sell and the only condition they had for buying is that you become president of the company and regional VP in the parent company. I’ve got the package laid out for you to take a look at. I think you’re going to like it.” He handed me a file.

I didn’t look at it. “What about Allie?” I asked.

She smiled happily at me. “I move into your old job,” she said. “I promote my Assistant and I get a big compensation package myself. Thanks for thinking about me, Eric.”

I squeezed her arm. “Okay, I’ll take a look,” I said. “When do I need to decide?”

I had two weeks. I took Allison out to dinner that night. She wanted to go dancing afterward and we were having a wonderful time. We had just sat down after a hot number and I saw Allison’s eyes narrow. She was looking over my shoulder. I turned to look and it was Cindy and Asswipe. She was dragging him by the hand and it was evident he wanted no part of it. Cindy plopped down in the booth across from us and pulled him down beside her.

Allison nodded. “Cindy, Needledick, how lovely to see you.”

Cindy went livid. “Allison, I hardly think you are in any position to be calling anyone names. I know your life. It sure didn’t take you long to move in on my husband, did it?”

“I believe we got a divorce, Cindy,” I remarked. “That would make me not your husband. That may have slipped your mind.”

“I don’t date married men,” Allison said. “I wonder if you can say the same. Is Needledick here divorced? I know his wife filed, but I hadn’t heard it had come through.”

“Yes, and we all know who’s responsible for his wife kicking him out and not letting him see his children,” Cindy snapped. “Did you really have to send her that video, Eric? You destroyed a good man’s marriage. I think you also had something to do with getting us both fired, too. I hope you’re happy with yourself.”

“Well, I almost think I am,” I told her. “I’m no longer married to a cheating slut, the shit bag that destroyed two marriages is in a world of hurt and I think it’s actually you two that are responsible for everything that happened to you. I hear the state is going to revoke his license, too. Something about not being in the emergency room when an emergency came in? I hope your needs are being met. Emotions doing okay? Now, it’s been wonderful, but I think you should take Dipshit there and go.”

“Olivia hasn’t spoken to me since you moved out,” she said. “Did you have to poison her against me, too?”

“That’s all on you,” I told her. “I haven’t said one bad word about you. The thing is, we don’t talk about you at all, Cindy. You hurt us, but we’re moving on. Give her a call if you want to talk to her.”

“She doesn’t take my calls!” she snarled. “She has me blocked.”

“This is my problem how?” I asked. “Maybe she’s meeting her needs. Now it’s time for you to go. I didn’t invite you to sit down and I’m about to see if Dickwad’s nose there is healed.”

He fled unceremoniously and Cindy went off in a huff. I just didn’t give a damn, as long as she went. I stood up and pulled Allison up for another dance. The song changed to a slow number and she molded herself against me. “I’m sorry, Eric,” she said into my shoulder.

“Not your fault, babe,” I stroked that mane of glorious hair. “I’m sorry she spoiled the celebration.”

She looked up at me and those amber colored eyes were full of smoke. “Who says it’s spoiled?” she asked. I looked down at this vision in my arms. I remembered that fifteen-year-old girl in white stockings and a school uniform sliding onto my desk, flashing me a glimpse of white lace panties and all the cleavage she had. The girl in my arms wasn’t fifteen; her hair was a reddish, blonde mane and it matched those eyes. She had a deep tan and there was a sprinkling of freckles on her nose and down her neck, disappearing into the valley between spectacular breasts. Her high cheekbones and full, puffy lips along with that cute little nose just made her irresistible to every man that saw her. I was a man and I had to taste those lips.

They were incredibly soft and full, tasting like the margarita she had been drinking. There was a faint hint of salt and lime and she smelled delicious. We kissed for a long time, just swaying to the music and I felt a stirring as my cock started to rise. She felt it, too, and pushed against me.

“I wasn’t kidding when I told you I’ve loved you since I was fifteen,” she said as she broke the kiss. “I never thought I’d have a chance.”

“I love you, too,” I said. “You’re my best friend.”

“You wouldn’t even go to dinner with me unless it was business,” she laughed.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t trust myself with you,” I laughed. “Didn’t trust you either, for that matter. I know you, Allison. You would eat me up and spit out the bones.”

“You’re so wrong,” she said. “I’ve been looking for someone like you all my life. You just set the bar so high that I could never find that guy. I would never hurt you, Eric.”

“I think you’ve built this image of me up in your mind that doesn’t match reality,” I told her. “I’m ten years older than you, although you look like you’re in your early twenties. I’m careless, kind of a hard ass and I’m a little broken.”

“Yes, I know all about that,” she said. “I’ve been working with you for years. Sometimes you piss me off. You’re stubborn as hell when you think you’re right, but you’d die for the people you love. You have no idea how appealing you are to me. You’re still a little boy at heart, Eric. You’ve had to grow up a lot lately. You don’t seem to mind the age thing with Cecilia.”

I looked at her sharply and she burst out laughing. “Your daughter is my best friend,” she said. Her eyes flashed and she pulled me down for another kiss and that lush body against mine drove me wild.

“Take me home, Eric,” she said.

We pulled out onto the street and stopped at the light. She leaned over toward me and we kissed, just tasting each other and exploring. I heard her seatbelt click open and she slid over a little, leaning down. Her fingers opened my belt and zipper and before I could gather my thoughts, her cool little hand was inside my boxers and I could feel the cool air on my cock. It didn’t stay cool because she bent farther down and enveloped me in liquid heat. I groaned and she looked up.

“I’ve wondered for so long,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful, Eric. Long, but not too long, and fat! I like fat!”

She slid back down and had me ready to explode in minutes. I whipped into an empty parking lot just in time. I warned her I was about to cum and that inspired her. She tried to suck the head off my cock while pumping the shaft with her slender fingers. The woman could suck a quarter out of a parking meter. I went off like a rocket and she gagged once before she caught up and gulped rapidly and audibly. When she finished she looked up at me, her eyes shining and pale in the light from the streetlight. God, those eyes! Who has amber eyes? I pulled her tightly against me.

“Take me home and make love to me, Eric,” she said. “No strings, just two people who love each other. If it turns into something else, I’m good with that, too.”

“Are you sure, Kitten?” I asked.

“God, yes,” she said. “I’ve waited years for this chance.”

She pulled me inside and into the elevator. There was a camera in there but she pushed me into a corner away from it and dry fucked me all the way to her floor. She shed her shoes in the entry and there was the usual trail of clothes all the way to her bedroom. She lost the dress at the doorway and I nearly lost my mind. God, she was gorgeous! She still had that air of innocence, even though I knew she was anything but. This was the girl I had known and loved since she was a young teen. She had on a matching red lace pantie and bra set. They were barely there and the bra was obviously overwhelmed by its job. She was tanned all over and all that golden flesh was spilling over the little bra. She pulled down the straps, pulled her breasts out, turned it around and unhooked it. It fell to the floor and she was in just the panties.

I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women. I enjoy looking at them and I have an internet connection. I had never seen anything like Allison. Her breasts were large, firm and high. She had brown nipples and brown areolae. The areolae were about the size of a half dollar and her nipples were surprisingly small. They were like little bullets, obviously erect and waiting to be loved. She had broad shoulders, square and very feminine. She arched her back and her breasts thrust proudly forward. If they weren’t as perky as they had been at fifteen, they were nearly so and they had become full and womanly. She cupped them in her hands and squeezed them into points. “You like?” she asked.

“God, yes,” I breathed. “Come here, gorgeous.”

Her hips tilted up and down as she walked across the room and I found myself holding my breath. She had a tiny waist and her belly was flat and ridged with muscle. Her legs were long and finely muscled, golden and beautiful. She slid into my arms and I held all that firm flesh, nearly naked in my arms. I slid my hands down the silken muscles of her back and inside the tiny little panties to cup the cheeks of her ass. It felt like satin and down over steel. I turned her, lowering her gently to the bed and drinking in the sight of her absolute beauty. I climbed over her, straddling her hips on hands and knees, slowly lowering myself until we had full body contact. I claimed her lips, lush and pillowy, and her breath was hot and moist as her tongue dueled with mine.

Her eyes were half closed and I wanted to see them. “Allie,” I whispered. She looked at me and those amazing orbs flashed orange fire. It is really almost impossible to describe those eyes. They refused to conform to the standard colors. I suppose hazel would come closest, but it didn’t do them justice. There was a sunburst of golden orange, fading in clouds to pure gold on the outer ring. Amber is the only standard color that fits. 

“What?” she whispered.

“I just had to see your eyes,” I told her.

Her cute little nose wrinkled and she giggled. “I was hoping that you might be interested in something a little lower.”

“Oh, I am,” I assured her, “but I’ve always been in love with your eyes.” I kissed them closed and nibbled on her ear lobe. She shivered and I moved down her slender, graceful neck, nibbling and letting her feel my teeth. When I reached the little hollow between her collarbone and her neck, she moaned and shivered again. Her fingers were running through my hair and as I nibbled my way across her upper chest, she tried to push my head toward her breast. I resisted, kissing between those mountains and around underneath. I nibbled on the full bottoms and her fingers grew strong, forcing me toward her nipple. I licked it and she quivered. When I closed my lips around the hard little bullet and sucked it inside, her breathing stopped for a second and she moaned louder.

I played with them to my heart’s content until she grew impatient. I could feel a faint trembling in her exquisite body and I worked my way down across the drop from her rib cage to the flat plain of her belly. She had a little diamond in her belly button and her stomach pushed in and out, as I tongued that little cleft. As I kissed and nibbled my way down to her mons, I worked my fingers under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and following them with my lips down her long, beautiful legs. She had tiny feet and I kissed her little toes. Her legs parted and I worked my way back up, biting her inner thigh gently and feeling the resilience of her silken skin. As I approached her pussy, her trembling grew more pronounced.

It was smooth and bare. There was a small strip of red gold curls above and I pulled on them with my lips. She was thrusting toward me now and I could smell her intoxicating aroma. It was a heady mix of soap, clean girl and that musky scent of aroused woman. I had to taste her.

There was a tiny trickle, just beginning to run down, and I lapped it up. She was delicious. I’ve always loved bringing a woman off with my mouth. Allison had the most beautiful pussy! Her inner lips formed nearly a perfect line, spreading just a bit near the bottom and sweeping gracefully up to a little v shape, culminating at a little pink hood over her clitoris. I traced the line with my tongue, opening them and tasting her honey inside. She gasped and shivered until I reached the top and teased her clit out of its hiding place. She made thrusting motions, seeking more contact and I could feel the tension building in her body as I flipped her clit back and forth and up and down with my tongue. That trembling became stronger and she arched toward me. I moved back to her lips, fluttering my tongue and probing her opening. She slowly lost the arch and as her ass settled back down, I slipped my hands under it, cradling her cheeks and massaging them.

I licked my way back up to her clit and the trembling returned. I could feel her cheeks clenching in need and again I eased her back down. She groaned in frustration.

“Please, Eric,” she gasped.

“What do you need?” I asked, returning to her clit again.

“I… I… I need to cum!” she gasped. “Don’t tease me!”

I did tease her. I took her to the brink half a dozen times until she was quivering and begging. She tried to put her hands down to bring herself off, but I caught her wrists and continued to torment her. She began to sob and I took pity on her. I attacked her clit with a vengeance, thrusting two fingers inside her tightness and allowing my pinky to slip inside her tight ass, lubricated by her honey dripping down.

She screamed my name and thrust herself up off the bed as the tension built to a peak. The quivering became frozen at her peak and she exploded, writhing uncontrollably and sobbing out her ecstasy as she came. I eased my tongue off of her clit, allowing her to gradually begin to relax before curling my finger inside her tight little pussy up to find that bundle of nerve endings on her upper wall. As I massaged it, she exploded into action again, powerful spasms wracking her frame as she came. When her contractions began to lessen, I sucked her clit back inside my mouth and worked it with my tongue, causing her to cry out, almost a painful sound as she again went into orbit.

She babbled incoherently, her voice rising to a shriek and falling to a pleading tone. She began to push at my head frantically, twisting her hips in an effort to escape my tongue and invading fingers.

“Stop, Eric!” she gasped. “Please! I… I… I’m going to pass out! I can’t… I can’t, stop!”

I allowed her to pull me up and I slid up over her firm softness until I could reclaim her lips. She kissed me savagely for a few seconds before pushing me away so she could pant. I could feel her moist heat against the head of my cock and I pushed into her, sliding into her depths in one long, slow push. She threw her head back and groaned. “Wait, Eric! I’m not… I can’t… I need to rest!”

I held still, embedded deeply in her tightness. I could just feel the tip of my cock just touching the back of her pussy. I kissed her again and her eyelids fluttered, giving me glimpses of that orange fire. She kissed me all over the face, licking her own juices off my lips. I could still feel contractions, the aftershocks of her orgasms, pulsing around my embedded cock. As she began to recover, I could feel her start to make little circular motions with her hips.

“God, you feel so good,” she groaned. “I’m stuffed full! I’m okay now; let me feel it.”

I drew back and returned as she spread her legs, her thighs grasping my hips, and I could feel her heels on my ass. She groaned as I ground into her, trying to get even deeper inside. We found a rhythm and I thrust into her, just slow, sweet lovemaking. I felt no urgency, thanks to that mind-blowing orgasm in the car and I knew this was going to be special.

We rocked together and she quickly climbed the peak to another sobbing climax. I worked my arms behind her knees and began to thrust, long strokes into her dripping pussy until she came again. When she relaxed, I withdrew and flipped her over, pulling her to her knees and mounting her from behind.

“Oh, God,” she groaned. “Oh my God, Eric! Oh my God, Oh, fuck!” She groaned as I pounded into her, gradually sliding forward until she was prone under me. I could look down and see my cock disappearing under the cheeks of that amazing ass. I pushed fully into her, holding at the very deepest and I could feel the end of her tight tunnel firmly against the head of my cock. She groaned. “Fuck, Eric! Jesus Christ, oh my God!”

I began to thrust into her again and her cry turned into weeping sobs as another massive orgasm ripped through her. “I’m cumming again!” she sobbed and the sound and feel of that amazing woman, throbbing under me sent me over the edge again. My groan joined hers, as I held at the deepest penetration possible and filled her little pussy with what felt like my soul pouring into her. I slid my hands under her, clasping her tight against me and she turned her head toward me. She was a glorious mess! Her makeup was destroyed and streaks from her tears were on her cheeks. Her hair was disheveled and wild and her face held that slack look of prolonged sexual excitement.

I rolled off and pulled her half over me, her cheek resting on my chest while I stroked the silk of her back, down to cup one firm ass cheek. We rested together as our breathing slowed. I think we drifted into sleep for a few minutes. I felt her stir, and when I opened my eyes, her amber orbs were blazing into mine, our noses nearly touching.

“Eric, do you remember when I told you ‘no strings attached’?” she asked.

“Yes, Kitten, I remember,” I said.

“I lied,” she whispered. “I’m going to put every string I have on you. I’m going to find ropes, straps and zip ties and try my dead level best to keep you. I’ll have babies with you, suck your cock three times a day, never wear a stitch of clothes and run around the house naked. I’ll do anything to keep you. I’m in love with you, Eric. I always have been. I know you like Cecilia. All I’m asking for is a chance. I want to be on your list. I know it’s too soon, but if you let me, I’ll make you so deliriously happy you’ll forget you were ever married to that cheating slut.”

I silenced her with a kiss. “I love you, Allie. I always have. You were like something that you see, way off in the distance. You think it’s amazing and beautiful and you wish it was yours, but you know it never can be so you just push the dream away. Are you sure about this, Kitten? You’ve never seemed like the ‘having babies’ type. God, you’re like this amazing jungle cat. You admire it behind the fence but you know it would rip you to shreds if you ever got close.”

She started to cry. I was shocked. I’d never seen her cry in all the years I’d known her. “I know that’s the way I seem,” she choked out. “I had to be that way. The one man I ever wanted was the one I couldn’t have. I could be anything for you. I could be that jungle cat, but you’ll never see my claws. You’ll just see love, trust and loyalty. I’ll be your jungle cat. I swear, Eric; if you give me a chance you’ll never regret it.”

I believe you, baby,” I told her. “I’ve never seen you hurt anyone you love. I do trust you. Let’s go along and see what happens, okay? Will you go out with me, like on dates? I’ve forgotten how this is supposed to go. I never thought I’d need to know again.”

“I know,” she whispered. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. I have an out of town meeting tomorrow afternoon, but I’m available, really available, as soon as I get back.”

I thought I was totally exhausted, completely wrung out, but she proved me wrong at five-thirty in the morning. I woke up to the incredible sensation of those luscious lips moving up and down over a cock that was very surprised to find itself as hard as an iron bar and she showed me just how athletic she was by riding me through two of her own orgasms and into one of my own. We showered together and I dashed off home to change clothes.

Olivia came in as I was dashing off and gave me a look. “Daddy, I need to talk to you this evening,” she said.

“Okay, baby,” I gave her a peck on the cheek. I grabbed my bagel and hit the road. Work was a little surreal when Allison came in and I had flashbacks of that hard, tight ass pumping up and down on my cock as she talked. She was bending over, getting a cup of coffee, and she must have read my mind. She looked back over her shoulder, grinned at me and gave that ass a sexy little wiggle.

“Keep thinking like that, big boy, and when I get back we’ll lock the door and you can fuck me over your desk,” she said.

“Jesus, Allie,” I peeked out the door. “Marla is going to hear you!”

Fortunately, my PA wasn’t at her desk. After Allison left, work was pretty humdrum and I left at four-thirty. I was worn and looking forward to a quick nap. Olivia was just getting home when I came in and she went off to change out of her scrubs. The doorbell rang and when I opened it, Cecilia was standing there. She breezed in and gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek.

“Want something to drink?” I asked her.

She wanted a beer and I got one, too. We sat on the sofa and she cuddled up to me. “Eric, I want to talk to you about something,” she said.

“Uh oh,” I thought to myself. “Life is getting complicated.” I looked down at her. There was no doubt that she was as cute as a month old kitten. The thing was, she was younger than Olivia. I liked being around her, hell, I liked everything about her, but I just saw insurmountable difficulties, even if I left Allison out of the equation. I waited for her to speak.

“I don’t know how to tell you this,” she finally said. “I’m very grateful for what you did for Grandma, and you’ve been so kind to us ever since. I know you like me, Eric. I know what I look like and most guys think I’m cute. You’re a very nice looking man. When we met, I felt something there and I’m attracted to you. I just don’t think we could work, long term, and I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to hurt you either.”

I gave her a squeeze. “I know,” I said. “It’s flattering as hell that you even think about me like that. I do want to be your friend. I want us to be pals for the rest of my life. The thing is, there is an amazing woman in my life. Well, there are three of them, but there’s only one I really want to be with like that.”

She stretched up and kissed my cheek. “I’m very happy about that,” she said. “That makes it a lot easier. I think I’m going to be in your life for a long time, Eric. I’ve kind of got someone, too.”

“Anyone I know?” I asked.

“Kind of,” Olivia spoke from the doorway. “Daddy, would you mind if I went to the lake with you and Cecilia Saturday?”

I must have looked like a total fool. My eyes shifted back and forth between them and Olivia burst out laughing. She came and cuddled up against me on the other side. I finally managed to pull myself together.

“I didn’t know you girls rolled like that,” I croaked.

They both thought that was hilarious. “We both like men, too,” Cecilia said. “It was just kind of love at first sight when we met at the hospital. Olivia called me and asked me out. We’ve had two dates and I think I found the other half of my soul with her. She feels the same way about me. Do you hate it, Eric?”

I pulled them both into a big hug. “Not at all,” I assured them. “Two girls I love, love each other. What’s to hate? I’m very happy for both of you. Now I get to have two gorgeous girls with me at the lake Saturday.”

“I’m pretty sure there are going to be three,” Olivia said. “I invited Allison.”

“I’m ruled by domineering women,” I lamented.

“Yes, isn’t it wonderful?” my daughter said. “You’re going to be very happy.”

Allison came home and I spent Thursday and Friday nights with her. I was a walking zombie at work, but Olivia was right. I was very happy, ecstatic, as a matter of fact. When I was home, Olivia and Cecilia spoiled me rotten and when I was with Allison, she tried to fuck me to death.

There was a bit of a snake in the garden because Cindy kept intruding in our lives. She called me three times a week and bugged the hell out of Olivia. They finally got together and I don’t know what Olivia said or did, but she stopped calling. Olivia said she moved to Oklahoma City and was working at a private practice. I didn’t care as long as she stayed there.

It took about three months, but Allison kept the pressure on until I relented and moved in with her. She was my dream girl. I took her, Olivia and Cecilia out to eat on a Friday about eight months later. I had made up my mind and I had a little something planned. After dinner, I gave the waiter the signal and he went into the kitchen. He came back with four pieces of cake. He gave us all a piece, saving Allison’s until last. It had a little figurine of a swan on top. It was holding a ribbon in its beak and there was a ring tied to the ribbon. I find diamonds a bit insipid. There were three of them, surrounding a big square emerald.

She put her hand over her mouth and looked at me. Those amber eyes were wet and glistening. “Allison, will you marry me?” I asked.

“Oh my God, yes!” She practically jumped into my lap. She gave me a kiss that nearly set my ears on fire. There were squeals and kisses all around and they dragged me off to a club. I felt like the king of the world. Three gorgeous women escorted me to a booth and every eye in the place was on us. I knew the rest of my life was going to be the best part.

I was playing golf on Monday with Jack. I had actually beaten him on the previous hole and I teed off first. It was a beauty. I had a little power draw and I was about 60-yards from the pin. “Nice shot!” He was stunned. “Christ, Eric, I’m going to have to up my game, or start bribing Allie to wear you out.”

I chuckled. “I’m just like a fine wine, Jack. I get better the older I get.”

He hooked his tee shot into the trees. “I think you can kiss that birdie goodbye,” I taunted him.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “I think you’ve got all the luck.”