As Chapter I ended I had just discovered that Nick, the man I was beginning to fall for, kept a collection of porn videos. Given my uptight Catholic upbringing and inexperience with watching porn, I was deeply troubled that my new flame might, in fact, be a pervert. You might want to read "The Movie Lovers: Chap.I" before reading this one. It was posted on 2/10/08.
By the time Nick was out of the shower, I was dressed and soon we were on our way to brunch with nothing more said on the subject of porn. Afterwards we planned to visit his friend Ken's sailboat, which was docked in Sausalito.
When we got to the boat, Ken and his wife Liz were already there. Introductions could have been slightly awkward since Ken was sort of leering at me, waiting to see if I would acknowledge our previous 'encounter,' I suspected. So I seized the initiative giving Ken a quick, "Hi," and then turning to Liz, mentioned that I remembered meeting her at Rita's party.
"Yes, I remember," she said adding, "I hear that I have you to thank for the great
schtuping
Ken gave me last Sunday morning. I couldn't figure out why he wanted to do me in our workout room until I extracted the truth."
Nick caught my eye and, remembering his comment, I had to breakup laughing. Wanting to somehow match her 'ballsiness,' I responded, "Glad to have been of help. I assure you that Ken was very well-mannered for a voyeur."
Ken turned a well-deserved beet red as the rest of us laughed.
Up until that moment all of my very slight experience on boats had been on powerboats. This was something entirely different. I'll describe it as Nick has instructed me. It's, oops, SHE's a 40' wooden sloop; cutter rigged, with a 40hp auxiliary, and a full keel, built in 1948. Some of you may know what all that means. I now know some of it; but basically, she is a beautiful old wooden sailboat with one mast and an amazing need for attention and money. Of course, the guys explained, that's why she's a she. I praised their success at keeping her in such great shape.
"And I can assure you this old bitch gets more attention than a lot of wives I know," Liz interjected. "Let's put the boys to work and I'll show you around," she added. Nick looked unhappy that he was not going to be my tour guide but he and Ken went off to work on their project.
Liz was something else. Although I knew from Nick that she was 45, two years younger than Ken, she had the body of a 25 year old. She was just slightly shorter than me at about 5'7", a platinum blond, and, while she possessed not the slightest trace of cellulite or wrinkles, she did have one of the most amazing sets of knockers I've ever seen. It wasn't just that they were large; the halter-top she was wearing was cut for the maximum possible
décolletage
and revealed their perfect shape. It seemed unbelievable that gravity hadn't taken its toll over the years. In fact, it was unbelievable; unreal would also be fair.
Liz immediately discarded the tour concept and led me back to the cockpit where she had a bottle of Champagne chilling on ice. Soon we had the cockpit cushions spread out and were catching the afternoon rays, flutes of Champagne in hand. Clearly my visit was expected.
Liz started right off by telling me what a great guy Nick was. She and Ken had known him since they had moved into the neighborhood five years earlier and had been friends through his wife's illness and eventual death. She said that the boat had become his refuge in recent years and that she was actually quite happy that he and Ken spent so much time working on her.
"It keeps them off the streets and if this solves their mid-life crises, it's far better than some young bimbo," she said and then stopped. "Of course, the bimbo line refers to Ken; I'm really happy to see that Nick's found you. Oh, and bimbo doesn't apply to you. I didn't mean that!" she added quickly.
I laughed and said something about Ken having to look pretty hard to find a bimbo that could match her looks.
She laughed as well and said, "I have no intention of letting that happen."
I learned that Liz was a psychiatrist and her practice was focused on family counseling.
"I firmly believe that some form of mid-life crisis occurs for nearly all men and many women. It's really just natural that as the kids are leaving and the mate is starting to look a little frumpy, a man - or a woman – might seek something new and exciting to help them feel young again. That's why I decided to become the thirty-year old that Ken might be lusting after in his fantasies. What do you think?" she asked as she turned, showing off a great pair of thighs below board shorts cut so short that they barely covered her ass.
"A little work on the eyes and the thighs, a little butt lift here, a tummy tuck there, and these!" she added, cupping a breast with each hand.
"I think you overshot. You look more like 25 than 30."
She laughed and we toasted, clinking our glasses together.
"I know there's more to life than just looking sexy but my breasts were smaller than yours to start with and after breast feeding two kids, they had almost disappeared. I like looking hot and I like the response I get from Ken – and other men."
"Well I can't argue with that. An admiring look always helps make my day and I have to confess, it was quite titillating being caught by your husband. Oh, and I'm so glad it paid off for you too."
"Of course it takes more than just a fresh young body to keep these guys interested," she continued. "I think that for men of any age, but especially as they get older, it's all about sparking the imagination. But Ken and I have always communicated pretty well, so once I decided that routine sex just wasn't doing it for us anymore and I got this tune-up, it was easy to start exploring our fantasies together. And ever since, well, it's been great."
I was really enjoying Liz; her honesty and openness were so refreshing. So I decided to go for it and ask her the question that was troubling me.
"I'm curious, this morning I noticed that Nick has some adult movies by his TV."
"So? Honey, I doubt there's a man in the world that doesn't have a little stash of porn somewhere and if there is, the guy's probably some religious freak you wouldn't want to know! Ken has his collection. In fact we watch them together. I guess I should be bothered when he's humping me while watching some nubile 19 year-old do two guys but, hey, I'm getting the benefits too. Besides, I insist that he pick movies where the studs are young and well hung."
I had to laugh. "So, I shouldn't worry that Nick's a porn addict."
"Nah, you should watch some with him; you might learn something; I sure found some of them inspiring," she said with a wink.
I laughed, a little nervously this time, but it did set me to thinking. I couldn't picture Nick as more of a pervert than I could handle; moreover, I was growing very fond of him. But I was afraid there was some awkwardness left over from the morning. I would have to think of something to defuse it.
