The house was dark. I sipped my bourbon on the rocks. I'd been sitting in the overstuffed easy chair for almost the entire afternoon, watching as the sun's golden glow disappeared behind the trees. The light dimmed and slowly slid down the wall. I threw a few more cubes into the glass and enjoyed the sound the ice made as I twirled it with my fingertips. I added more of the golden alcohol. It splashed into the glass and I went from a sip to a gulp.
Built in 1923 by a master craftsman, the house included four bedrooms, five bathrooms, a large gourmet kitchen rebuilt a few years ago, a south-facing sunroom, a sunken living room, and a library. The sunroom, the room where I had sequestered myself, was lined on the outside with floor to ceiling windows and on the inside, it used to be lined with nick-nacks, but I'd had those all removed. The shelves were now filled with pictures of Kate. Kate with the kids. Kate with me. The lower left were the older pictures, pictures of us dating, hanging with my parents, and even two with her mother and father. The middle section was of her or us and our kids, kindergarten graduation up to high school graduations. On the right side were a few pictures of the two of us as empty nesters. Furthest to the right, a picture of her wearing a blue swimsuit. A blurry hand, hers, was up blocking much of the image but you could see behind the blur, a fun-filled smile, those bright green eyes, and of course, the top of that blue swimsuit. Ah, that blue swimsuit!
A wispy smile flittered across my face. It might have been my only smile of this day.
The picture was of our trip to The Bahamas. I'd won a sales competition at work and Kate asked her mom to watch the kids so she could join me on the trip. It was an unpleasant surprise when her mom showed up with Kate's dreaded father in tow. Kate was livid. She didn't want that man around our kids.
Was that really 20 years ago?
The trip was only six days long and it took two days just for Kate to relax and try and forgive her mother for bringing the old man along. Kate hated him but was silent when I probed why. When asked, she'd just say, "I don't know. It's just everything, everything he does, everything he is."
At the time, I was happy that she was seeing a therapist.
I bought the blue one-piece swimsuit for her knowing that it accentuated those full and long breasts. It was made of thin material and had flowing folds to barely cover her chest. Her breasts would be free from the brassiere-like constrictions of a normal bathing suit and the folds would give me easy access. I was excited at the thought of reaching through those folds.
I unlocked the bungalow and gave her the wrapped box, she pulled out the swimsuit, and with a nervous laugh, stated that she'd never wear it. It was sexy, sensual, and flirty, but too risqué for her.
"Jake, thank you very much but ... but, I can't wear this in public. I mean, it's lovely and all, but really, you know, I mean, I'll be flopping all over the place! And, I mean, just look at the crotch!"
"What about the crotch?" I asked.
She laughed, "I'd definitely be showing some camel toe with this!"
"Well, maybe you only wear it in private?" I smiled, found a bottle of pinot grigio chilled in an ice bucket, poured her a glass, and pulled her out onto our private balcony.
We looked out. The balcony opened to a private pool with a hot tub to the side. We were on the side of a hill looking down to the hotel's private beach. We had all the privacy we could want.
"I upgraded us," I said.
"We can't afford this," she whispered.
"We can," I whispered back while pulling her into my arms. "Do you remember I told you about Robby Nichols? He's going to fund the first phase of the startup! And, I will have complete control. This is just the start! Believe in me, Kate. We're going to go far!"
We kissed and enjoyed the view.
A day later, she wore the bathing suit. She climbed up out of the water from our private pool. Her large and thick nipples pushed through the thin blue material. She was a goddess in that suit. She was a goddess out of that suit!
She giggled and laughed putting up her hand to fend me off and block my attempt at a picture.
The picture shows almost nothing, but I remember everything. Her laugh, her smile, that sensuality, and those wonderfully big tits that hung down with nipples that faced forward and pushed through most any fabric. This bathing suit didn't stand a chance but that was why I bought it. She knew what it would do to me and that was why she wore it. Just for me. She was like that.
The golden light of the sunset was almost gone. Sitting in that darkened shrine and in my drunken stupor, I took some drunken time to consider turning on a light. The debate in my mind went back and forth for several minutes as I weighed the pros and cons of having a light on versus having the light off.
There was a bell. No, not a bell. It was a ring. It was my mobile phone, and it was my son, "Dad, I know you like to be alone on this day, but I screwed up. I need some help." He paused adding, "I need your help."
"How'd you screw up?" I said, mildly surprised by my slight slur of the word "screw."
"Umm, today is the last day of Suzy's, you know, ummm ... cycle ... ummm fertile period. And I was supposed to ask you to come down to the clinic, but work's been busy, and I just forgot to ask you."
"What do you want me to do? Is the clinic even open now?"
"No, we missed that. But maybe we could do it differently?" he asked.
I immediately went into problem solving mode, "Like what? What are you thinking about? I asked.
I could hear Suzy in the background extremely upset.
"I think it is best if we talk face to face. Can we come over? I mean, we'll be over," and he hung up.
My eyes closed, I let my head lay back, and through my memories, I drifted back in time.
Nine months after our second child was born, a beautiful daughter, Kate was ready to end her breastfeeding. We were living in a modest two-bedroom apartment in a junky neighborhood of crappy apartments. It was what we could afford. But things were changing. I won that sales event and my idea for a spin-off was accepted. We'd finally get out from under the paycheck to paycheck living. We'd finally get out from living in this dumpy apartment, too.
My gorgeous wife stood a few feet from me taking her earrings off as she readied for bed. Her gown was a light green sheer and my dick hardened at the slope of her very full tits. An old lamp with a 40 watt light bulb dimly illuminated her nipples that poked out, pink and long, with large areolas. Did she even understand how gorgeous to me, she was?
She turned to me, and those tits wobbled, full and ready to be sucked. "Honey, I know you love sucking them, but it might be time, y'know? Julie is ready to stop."
"She is? Well. Okay. Bummer. Of course, no problem. And yes, I love it ... but so do you!" I laughed.
Kate leaned over, pulled the covers off me and straddled my shin. She slid her glistening pussy up and down my shin, riding back and forth in a slow and seductive way. Back arched, her arms on my thigh, eyes closed, she appreciated the action my shin gave her clit. Those big tits pressed between her V shaped arms looked delicious. Leaning forward slowly, those green eyes stared at me as she leaned forward and swallowed my cock deep into her mouth. She bobbed slowly up and down, sucking deep and then pulling on the head. It drove me insane. Even more, I could feel the warmth and smooth skin of those tits resting and rubbing my thighs.
She's always been a wonderful ... sucker of my cock. When we were dating, we often went on day trips to places an hour or two away. I'd drive and she would tease me hard. I remember her giggling as she stripped off her bra, or telling me to keep my eyes on the road as she dropped her shorts and panties to rub her clit. I'm not sure if she was bored, horny, or both! I certainly didn't care. The teasing always followed with a wonderful blow job or hand job. There were a few times when truckers got a good look. Some would honk but the smart ones, oh those smart ones, they would pace us and just watch. I did find that ... kinky.
Yes, she always loved sucking my cock, sometimes deeply down her throat and sometimes she'd concentrate and put an enormous amount of pressure on the head. Bobbing up and down, and other times just licking around that sensitive part of the rim.
