Chapter 7
"I'm going to tell her today, honey," Tom Lincoln said happily, "that I can't see her anymore. She'll just have to accept the fact that our affair is over." The smiling husband gulped down his coffee, an anxious eye on the clock. It was Monday morning and he was already late for work, and the reason for it was that he and Jean had made love this morning before they got up. His whole body was still pleasantly aglow from the incredible sensations he had experienced, and now, even though he was late, he was reluctant to leave his beautiful wife. He had decided two nights before, after they had finally left Randy and Ingrid at the beach house, that he wasn't going to continue his affair with his secretary. He hoped to put a word in so that she could get a promotion, and then he would request a "more settled" assistant, just in case he got tempted again. Not that that was very likely, the way Jean was now. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that she could be so completely uninhibited, so capable of satisfying him completely, and he knew that, he would never have to seek satisfaction elsewhere, the way he had before she became involved with
Randy. Of course, it hurt to think that a young punk of a teenager was instrumental in bringing about his wife's sexual liberation, but Tom decided to try and forget about that and concentrate on the wonderful outcome of her liaison with their youthful gardener.
He couldn't deny that the events of last Saturday afternoon on the beach had been exciting for him, and yet they weren't really to his taste at all. Even though the four of them had experimented in different positions and tried different ways getting sexual pleasure, and even though it had been obvious to Tom that his wife had reveled in the way-out sex, still he was convinced that Jean would be just as glad as he was to settle into a more conventional way of life, with just the two of them, the way it had been before .. . except, of course, much more exciting and fulfilling.
"I'll call you later, darling," Tom said, embracing his wife with an ardor he was glad to feel again, reluctant to pull his lips away from the welcoming warmth of her eager mouth. "And you don't have to worry, baby," he called as he headed for the door, "I've finished with Ingrid, and nothing of the sort will ever happen again!"
"All right, honey," Jean smiled, watching her husband disappear into the garage. She stretched luxuriantly and poured herself another cup of coffee, and began to plan her day. First, a long hot bath. She still felt a bit stiff from the weekend's sexual excesses, even though she'd had a day to recuperate, but that was to be expected, considering the number of times the four of them had made love Saturday afternoon. Randy wouldn't be coming by until about three, and he had mentioned bringing a special friend along with him, one she had never met before. A faint tingling between her thighs betrayed her surpressed excitement. One of the real pleasures of these encounters with her young lover was the knowledge that he might bring someone with him, and when his friend was a total stranger, it made everything that much better.
It was a pity, she thought to herself on the way to the bathroom, that her husband assumed that she would give up her young lovers. Still, she thought it better not to enlighten him, and knew that she would have to arrange a new meeting place for Randy and his friends ... maybe even the old beach house, which held such happy memories for her now.
She knew that her everyday chores would easily fill in the hours until it was time to get ready for Randy. Yes, things were finally going her way, she smiled happily. Tom really loved her again and had lost interest in other women, and she would still be able to see Randy. Her newly awakened appetite for sex had grown incredibly, but she knew that her sixteen year old lover would be able to supply her indefinitely with new young boys. And if they continued to be like his brother Larry, and
Antonio, that incredible young friend she'd been introduced to last week, then she'd have reason to be satisfied for a long, long time to come . .. Maybe even forever.