Monday night and I have the house to myself. One moment the place was filled with people, the next moment - solitude.
Let's start with the easy bits. I had the most wonderful Fathers Day imaginable. My oldest daughter and her family couldn't make it, but four of my children were here for the weekend as well as my youngest grandson, the cutest and best-behaved baby in the entire world. We ate a lot, talked a lot and even shed a few tears too.
My older son accompanied me to the gym on Saturday morning and I got to talk deep, meaningful stuff with him while we baked in the sauna - you know, stuff like how to add more slice to one's backhand or whether a two-iron is better than a fairway wood! He's doing well in Sydney. He feels homesick occasionally but is happy with his new job and still in love and in lust with his girlfriend.
Ms Twenty-four continues to astound me. She is such a wonderful mother - calm, methodical and yet always laughing and happy with her young son. Sometimes, especially when she smiles and tilts her head to one side, the resemblance to Jennifer takes my breath away.
On Sunday morning we all went to church together - not something we've done often since my wife's death. You see, there's one downside to celebrating Dad's special day. Jennifer and I were married in the first week of September and, occasionally, Fathers Day coincides with our wedding anniversary. So we celebrated fatherhood but we also shed a tear over the person we've missed so much over the last eight years.
The older kids departed yesterday and tonight I'm alone because Miss Eleven is sleeping over at a friend's house after yet another "Alice in Wonderland" rehearsal, and Mr Fifteen is at the cinema with a friend and is also sleeping over. I love the fact that they have good friends to spend time with. I even love the fact that soon it will be my turn to host a multiple sleep-over because the house will ring with children's voices and laughter and I will get to feel all patriarchal again!
After gym this morning, I agreed to call by and see Steve around 4pm. I had also agreed to catch up with Pam this afternoon. Firstly, though, I had a few clients to see. Nothing momentous to deal with and one unexpected bonus - a guy who was booked for a two-hour session cancelled at the last minute. He's not exactly on the breadline and knows he will still receive an account for standing me up. So I earned very good money for dealing with paperwork and some private e-mails. My conscience bothers me a little, but rules are rules and, if I let it go once, then I have no excuse for not relaxing late-cancellation rules every time.
Pam offered me a snack when I arrived. Having skipped lunch, I accepted and we had some delicious warm quiche and salad. She talked about how well her sessions with Tony are progressing. I'm very pleased about this. She also told me that Tony agrees she should start socialising more and maybe even go out on a date. It's not Leap Year but I half-expected a proposal. It came. Would I like to come over for dinner next Saturday night? Truthfully, I explained that next Saturday is my nephew's big 21st Birthday bash.
I also told Pam that, while I'm happy for us to be friends and still want her to visit my place again for a fun day outdoors, I am actually hoping - one day - to find the "right" person; someone to love and be with in every sense of the word. Pam said she thought she could be that one and we talked in circles for a bit about how I feel and how she feels. I leaned heavily upon my view that it feels unethical to be involved with a woman who - at my recommendation - is seeing a psychologist in order to deal with some very heavy issues. In the end, Pam shocked me by suggesting, falteringly, that we go to bed and "see what happens". As I may have mentioned previously, I'm a very accommodating and polite man. Against my better judgement, but in accordance with the wishes of my equally polite cock, we ended up naked in Pam's bedroom.
This time the room was not in darkness and Pam did not hunch over or clutch at her private bits to hide them from view. From the expression on her face, however, I could see that she was approaching this encounter with a resignation and determination reminiscent of a student facing an Algebra assignment. Her face was not glazed with lust and I could detect no sign that she was expecting to be pleasured. Well, I've helped people with their "homework" before and I was willing to do so again.
We lay down, side-by-side. As I held her, I began with light kisses and then moved my tongue into her mouth. She responded to a degree but there was no urgency in her tongue, no uninhibited counterthrusts to my own. I drew back, put my hand between her legs and whispered of how I wished my lips and tongue could be where my fingers were. Again I kissed her, matching the thrusts of my tongue to the movement of my palm against her clioris and then of my fingers inside her cunt. Every so often I paused the kissing to repeat my desire to kiss her elsewhere.
Gradually, kiss by kiss and thrust by thrust, Pam's dryness dissipated and I could feel a warm slickness around my fingers. I moved to sit astride Pam's hips and took her hand and placed it on my cock. I encouraged her to slowly move her hand along the shaft while I watched. I asked her to place her finger at the piss-slit and feel the sticky consistency of my pre-cum. I explained that this moisture was a sign that my cock wanted to be inside her just as my fingers had been. I asked her to fondle my balls and watch the constant movement within the sac that holds them. And then I felt that conditions were as conducive to a long, leisurely fuck as this particular tutor could arrange!
Aware that Pam's past experience has been almost exclusively missionary, I took my place between her legs and glided in, slowly but right to the hilt. There I rested and kissed her softly on the breasts and on the lips before beginning to fuck with a steady rhythm. As I fucked, I talked about how warm and tight and wonderful it was inside her and I swear, just before I shot my load, Pam's body was rising slightly to meet mine.
After withdrawing, I moved to recline spoon-fashion around the curve of her back. With my fingers at her cunt I told her she was now filled with cum. I took her hand and moved it down so she could feel it for herself. As I caressed her clitoris, my dick began to rise again and this time I guided it in from behind. Again I talked of how glorious it was to be inside her and how I was going to spurt still more seed into her wet, warm cunt. I asked her to say "fuck me" but she couldn't bring herself to do so. With no verbal assistance, my cock nonetheless delivered another load of cum deep within her after several minutes of mesmerizingly smooth fucking.
And there ended Pam's anatomy lesson for the day. As I drove away I pondered again on the fact that she may soon be telling my psychologist friend Tony that I fucked her in return for a segment of warm quiche and salad! I'd enjoyed the unexpected - if somewhat clinical - sex but I was cross with myself for yet again yielding to temptation so easily.
By the time I reached Steve's shack, I'd beaten myself up so much that I was an emotional and sexual time-bomb. Steve came to the door wearing only a bathrobe. One look at my face and he simply took my hand and led me to his bedroom. He undressed me, sniffed at the scent of Pam's juices on my cock and fetched a wet face-cloth from the bathroom. After wiping me clean of all encrustations, he took me in his mouth and sucked until I was hard and testing his gag reflex to the fullest. He then put a condom on my dick, applied some lube and got on his hands and knees so I could fuck him doggy-style. This I did with a vengeance. It was as if I was punishing his arse for my own misdeeds. It was also as if he very much wanted me to unburden myself this way. Some fifteen minutes later I did indeed unburden myself yet again.
Once I'd withdrawn, I lay on my back feeling exhausted and selfish. Crouched with a knee either side of my waist, Steve jerked his cock furiously until - head thrown back - he let go several jets of cum on my chest and face. I watched in awe as his balls disappeared inside his groin and this explosion of cream flew through the air and splattered all over me. My own tired cock was valiantly attempting to join in again but Steve drew away, smiling, and said: "Little man, you've had a busy day".
And I have.
So here I sit in solitude. My dick has remained semi-erect ever since leaving Steve's house. Once again I am experiencing the roller-coaster ride of middle-aged adolescence. And I think I like it.
Let's start with the easy bits. I had the most wonderful Fathers Day imaginable. My oldest daughter and her family couldn't make it, but four of my children were here for the weekend as well as my youngest grandson, the cutest and best-behaved baby in the entire world. We ate a lot, talked a lot and even shed a few tears too.
My older son accompanied me to the gym on Saturday morning and I got to talk deep, meaningful stuff with him while we baked in the sauna - you know, stuff like how to add more slice to one's backhand or whether a two-iron is better than a fairway wood! He's doing well in Sydney. He feels homesick occasionally but is happy with his new job and still in love and in lust with his girlfriend.
Ms Twenty-four continues to astound me. She is such a wonderful mother - calm, methodical and yet always laughing and happy with her young son. Sometimes, especially when she smiles and tilts her head to one side, the resemblance to Jennifer takes my breath away.
On Sunday morning we all went to church together - not something we've done often since my wife's death. You see, there's one downside to celebrating Dad's special day. Jennifer and I were married in the first week of September and, occasionally, Fathers Day coincides with our wedding anniversary. So we celebrated fatherhood but we also shed a tear over the person we've missed so much over the last eight years.
The older kids departed yesterday and tonight I'm alone because Miss Eleven is sleeping over at a friend's house after yet another "Alice in Wonderland" rehearsal, and Mr Fifteen is at the cinema with a friend and is also sleeping over. I love the fact that they have good friends to spend time with. I even love the fact that soon it will be my turn to host a multiple sleep-over because the house will ring with children's voices and laughter and I will get to feel all patriarchal again!
After gym this morning, I agreed to call by and see Steve around 4pm. I had also agreed to catch up with Pam this afternoon. Firstly, though, I had a few clients to see. Nothing momentous to deal with and one unexpected bonus - a guy who was booked for a two-hour session cancelled at the last minute. He's not exactly on the breadline and knows he will still receive an account for standing me up. So I earned very good money for dealing with paperwork and some private e-mails. My conscience bothers me a little, but rules are rules and, if I let it go once, then I have no excuse for not relaxing late-cancellation rules every time.
Pam offered me a snack when I arrived. Having skipped lunch, I accepted and we had some delicious warm quiche and salad. She talked about how well her sessions with Tony are progressing. I'm very pleased about this. She also told me that Tony agrees she should start socialising more and maybe even go out on a date. It's not Leap Year but I half-expected a proposal. It came. Would I like to come over for dinner next Saturday night? Truthfully, I explained that next Saturday is my nephew's big 21st Birthday bash.
I also told Pam that, while I'm happy for us to be friends and still want her to visit my place again for a fun day outdoors, I am actually hoping - one day - to find the "right" person; someone to love and be with in every sense of the word. Pam said she thought she could be that one and we talked in circles for a bit about how I feel and how she feels. I leaned heavily upon my view that it feels unethical to be involved with a woman who - at my recommendation - is seeing a psychologist in order to deal with some very heavy issues. In the end, Pam shocked me by suggesting, falteringly, that we go to bed and "see what happens". As I may have mentioned previously, I'm a very accommodating and polite man. Against my better judgement, but in accordance with the wishes of my equally polite cock, we ended up naked in Pam's bedroom.
This time the room was not in darkness and Pam did not hunch over or clutch at her private bits to hide them from view. From the expression on her face, however, I could see that she was approaching this encounter with a resignation and determination reminiscent of a student facing an Algebra assignment. Her face was not glazed with lust and I could detect no sign that she was expecting to be pleasured. Well, I've helped people with their "homework" before and I was willing to do so again.
We lay down, side-by-side. As I held her, I began with light kisses and then moved my tongue into her mouth. She responded to a degree but there was no urgency in her tongue, no uninhibited counterthrusts to my own. I drew back, put my hand between her legs and whispered of how I wished my lips and tongue could be where my fingers were. Again I kissed her, matching the thrusts of my tongue to the movement of my palm against her clioris and then of my fingers inside her cunt. Every so often I paused the kissing to repeat my desire to kiss her elsewhere.
Gradually, kiss by kiss and thrust by thrust, Pam's dryness dissipated and I could feel a warm slickness around my fingers. I moved to sit astride Pam's hips and took her hand and placed it on my cock. I encouraged her to slowly move her hand along the shaft while I watched. I asked her to place her finger at the piss-slit and feel the sticky consistency of my pre-cum. I explained that this moisture was a sign that my cock wanted to be inside her just as my fingers had been. I asked her to fondle my balls and watch the constant movement within the sac that holds them. And then I felt that conditions were as conducive to a long, leisurely fuck as this particular tutor could arrange!
Aware that Pam's past experience has been almost exclusively missionary, I took my place between her legs and glided in, slowly but right to the hilt. There I rested and kissed her softly on the breasts and on the lips before beginning to fuck with a steady rhythm. As I fucked, I talked about how warm and tight and wonderful it was inside her and I swear, just before I shot my load, Pam's body was rising slightly to meet mine.
After withdrawing, I moved to recline spoon-fashion around the curve of her back. With my fingers at her cunt I told her she was now filled with cum. I took her hand and moved it down so she could feel it for herself. As I caressed her clitoris, my dick began to rise again and this time I guided it in from behind. Again I talked of how glorious it was to be inside her and how I was going to spurt still more seed into her wet, warm cunt. I asked her to say "fuck me" but she couldn't bring herself to do so. With no verbal assistance, my cock nonetheless delivered another load of cum deep within her after several minutes of mesmerizingly smooth fucking.
And there ended Pam's anatomy lesson for the day. As I drove away I pondered again on the fact that she may soon be telling my psychologist friend Tony that I fucked her in return for a segment of warm quiche and salad! I'd enjoyed the unexpected - if somewhat clinical - sex but I was cross with myself for yet again yielding to temptation so easily.
By the time I reached Steve's shack, I'd beaten myself up so much that I was an emotional and sexual time-bomb. Steve came to the door wearing only a bathrobe. One look at my face and he simply took my hand and led me to his bedroom. He undressed me, sniffed at the scent of Pam's juices on my cock and fetched a wet face-cloth from the bathroom. After wiping me clean of all encrustations, he took me in his mouth and sucked until I was hard and testing his gag reflex to the fullest. He then put a condom on my dick, applied some lube and got on his hands and knees so I could fuck him doggy-style. This I did with a vengeance. It was as if I was punishing his arse for my own misdeeds. It was also as if he very much wanted me to unburden myself this way. Some fifteen minutes later I did indeed unburden myself yet again.
Once I'd withdrawn, I lay on my back feeling exhausted and selfish. Crouched with a knee either side of my waist, Steve jerked his cock furiously until - head thrown back - he let go several jets of cum on my chest and face. I watched in awe as his balls disappeared inside his groin and this explosion of cream flew through the air and splattered all over me. My own tired cock was valiantly attempting to join in again but Steve drew away, smiling, and said: "Little man, you've had a busy day".
And I have.
So here I sit in solitude. My dick has remained semi-erect ever since leaving Steve's house. Once again I am experiencing the roller-coaster ride of middle-aged adolescence. And I think I like it.