I woke next morning naked and in his arms, with the sun pouring through the half open curtains of... Gray's bedroom...
"Hey good morning Natalie," he said stroking my hair, "you slept well?"
"Like a log," I said, "Always do after six orgasms."
"You counted?" he laughed.
"It was hard not to," I said, "considering I normally only ever get to two and that's on my own with electronic assistance."
"I aim to please," he said.
"Not half," I moved closer to him and kissed him on the lips. Still nice.
His broad shoulders looked wonderful in this half-light. His muscle definition, no tan, was spectacular, and I lay my head on his shoulder again, and he hugged me, just enough to notice, nice, warm, tender, and more romance than I'd known since my twenties.
It got better;
"Wait there Nats," he said, "I'll be back in two minutes." He rolled of the bed his semi-flaccid cock swinging from his loins most impressively, "Oh, bathroom is just there." He said.
I had an en suite so wasn't impressed -- at first. Gray's on-suite looked like of those you saw on TV adverts from bathrooms that in real life would take up half of the entire top floor of most regular houses. Huge bath, walk in shower that would have fitted four people, WC, bidet, everything. I used the facilities, washing my hands with a wonderfully perfumed soap and walked back into the bedroom naked. I stepped across to that large picture window and stared out across a huge garden pulling the curtains to one side just enough so my nakedness wasn't visible to anyone in the garden. Of course there was no one in the garden, just countryside. I turned;
Gray was holding two large mugs of tea and later told me that I looked like something out of a dream. I was (he said) looking amazingly sexy, my hour glass figure pale pink against the white background, the early morning sun illuminating me, with the pale silky curtains moving around me.
He all but dragged me back to bed and we made love again. No, we didn't have sex; we made love. Fuck but we made love, despite what we'd gotten up to the previous night, he lay on top of me resting on his strong arms and powering his now rigid cock deep into me, to pull out with the utmost tenderness only to force himself back into me again, making me purr and cry, gasping encouragement begging that he carry on fucking me and take me back to the place we'd been to the night before. I came, hugging him as the tremors faded pulling his face back to mine to kiss him, beaming back into his smiling face. He continued with his fucking of me, intent this time on his orgasm, until finally with loads of encouragement from he came deep inside me and leaving me gasping.
We drank the tea he'd made and lay down chatting and catching up on each-other's lives over the last twenty years.
I told him that I'd started going out with Parker after agreeing to go on a date with him one Saturday night waiting for the taxi queue to go down a bit. He was charming in a rough kind of way and I was drawn to his devil may care attitude. We went out for about seven months, then he asked me to marry him. I was flattered.
His estate agent job looked good and I figured he would make a career out of it. Once we were married of course he released his master plan of becoming rich and retiring on his fortieth birthday a multi-millionaire.
He isn't quite there yet, and does have a few investments going on but last time I looked he wasn't that far in five figures let along seven. Gemma came along the year after we were married, then Tom two years later and three years after him along came Bradley.
What about him?
He had one child and his ex had passed away from liver cancer some months before.
"Liver cancer," I said, "that was what Caroline..."
He grinned.
"Yeah,"
"Caroline was your..." I gulped. "Oh Gray, I'm so sorry, I never knew."
"Don't worry mate, we separated a couple of years ago."
He'd met Caroline when she'd first joined the police. He was presenting her evidence on a large murder investigation. Graham successfully prosecuted the murderer and in the hallway after the end of the hearing he went up to the tall dark, devastatingly attractive policewoman and said he had a couple more questions, the fresh faced police officer looked up at the still suited barrister minus his wig and gown and smiled nervously. He smiled, looked at his notes, and asked if she was still a shit-hot guitar player and had she been in the finest school band ever.
She smiled and said that she had,
"Christ," she stared at him, "Mr Woods... shit, of course! Hi Graham!"
He took her out to dinner that night, they married a year later, having a son a year after that. Their son had a similar condition to his Uncle Terry, and the lovely gentle Caroline struggled increasingly with his condition and growing up. A place was found at a week day residential school that could help him with intense physiotherapy and Graham and Caroline reluctantly agreed.
Her relationship with Graham suffered and she moved out of this wonderful family home I was currently in. Pretty soon she was back living with her Mum and, as with me and Parker, sharing their visits to their son
They were still good friends and Gray admitted that during her illness they were closer than ever. At his insistence she moved back into his house, with nurses on station for her every whim. She fought the cancer with Chemo, but it couldn't stop the slow poisonous spread of the illness. Gray's last real memory of her was of her crying herself to sleep in his arms the day the doctor told her it was now inoperable as it had spread to her spine and all points north.
Gray helped her arrange everything increasing the nursing staff and bringing Sam home for a few weeks. Caroline wanted to go to a hospice as she didn't want to taint the house with her passing. She died six weeks later, with her Mum, Dad and Gray with her.
He arranged her funeral and had followed Caroline's last order that their boy should stay at the school that Gray had paid for all that time.
The strangest thing was, all of that was just four months ago and here I was lying in the same bed they'd shared after making love to her husband all night.
We got up and had breakfast in his huge kitchen, me in just my knickers and a huge T-shirt he'd loaned me. I got a tour of the house, including the conservatory that I recognised from TV news item that Caroline had been in, and then the quite extensive grounds, including a large play house big enough for a wheelchair, and of all things a swimming pool, at the moment empty. He apologised that the pool was out of action but we did spend a rather pleasant hour naked and smooching in the adjacent Jacuzzi.
Still wearing my little black dress from the night before, he drove me home a shade before five and the kids' homecoming. We kissed in the car, lingering over the last one and I finally pulled away from him and trotted back up the path, turning to wave as I unlocked the door.
I looked to my left and saw that my neighbour Samantha was lifting her baby from the car. She looked at Gray, looking hot in T-shirt and Ray Banns, as he drove past her house. She looked to me and waved, and seeing him, turned and gave me a huge smile and a thumbs up and mouthing 'oooh yeah' and fanning herself.
My night away had been one of the most romantic of my life. We'd been out for a wonderful meal, a walk in the woods, danced cheek to cheek and made love all night and for part of the morning. I'd stopped counting after eight orgasms and my uterus still throbbed from all of the hard work he'd put it through.
But one of the most thrilling things was young Samantha - hot, sexy dressing, yummy mummy Samantha congratulating me, ten years or more her senior in my hot sexy LBD, on what anyone else would have considered 'the walk of shame'. I ran upstairs, changed into my jeans and T-shirt and became boring Mum Natalie again.
We met for lunch the next Tuesday and he asked me if I'd go out to dinner with him again. I was desperate to be in his arms again so readily agreed. The next night we went to a wonderful Italian place in town and we had a plenty of everything. We spent the rest of the evening parked in his car making out and heavily petting, before he dropped me back at my door again, a red faced and horny wreck. I will confess that night my rabbit vibrator got some use; wonderful orgasms but no contest to Gray and his skilful tongue, fingers and cock.
The children were at my place the next weekend and much as I hoped he'd eventually be introduced to them, it wasn't going to be as 'Mummy's new boyfriend that stayed over last night'. Gray was cool with that, and I was under no pressure from him to meet them, and while I was keen to meet his son Sam, who had been away with a carer for the weekend when I went to dinner with his handsome Daddy, I was conscious that he would still be grieving for the loss of his Mum some months before. So we'd take our time with that.
We also took our time with this relationship; it was just dinner dates, chatting on mobiles until our next weekend.
Our next weekend was supposed to be our next band rehearsal but due to building work in the school it was cancelled. I had a text from Gray minutes after the cancellation message was sent out;
"Hey Nats, seeing as how both of our plans for Saturday have been cancelled, how about you come to my place for the weekend?"
My face flushed, only a problem because I was sat at my desk at the time.
"Hey Gray, you bet!"
So that was that, I went shopping that afternoon on my way home from work and bought even more new underwear and a hot lacy nightdress. I'd always had a thing for them, and must confess I'd thrown away all of the ones that I'd worn when I was with Parker.
I thought about anything else I might need to take but Gray had already put me out a tooth brush in his bathroom and had said that next time I came to stay he'd get whichever shower gel and deodorant I wanted beforehand -- Wow!!
