Ok here we go again part 3,
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A year and a half since the shooting at the hotel had been one of the hardest times of my life. Shaun's funeral at Arlington hit me hard. Then, 3 months later, I got word that my father, the last remaining member of my family, had gone too. He had died in his sleep, and apparently, his last words had been: "Tell my boy he done good."
Jess and I flew to the UK for the funeral; it was a sad occasion there were loads of folk there. My dad was laid to rest in the small church within the grounds of Fanshaw Hall where he had lived as a tenant to his lordship. In recent years the two widowers had become firm friends and spent hours together, discussing classic cars and old airplanes.
I took Jess on a whirlwind tour of some of the UK's tourist hotspots, and Jess was so enthralled by the History, she made me promise we would return in happier times.
When we got back home, we were told that the entire Sanchez crime syndicate had been wiped out. I suspected US involvement, but the public story was that one of the other crime families had made a bid for power and wiped them out.
Jess cried for ages, which was understandable even though it had been her own father who had ordered her killed. I was typically less sympathetic but tried not to show it.
Life for us settled down; I was back to playing golf regularly. I even went to player school and got my tour card. I played a couple of tournaments and got nowhere. It was plainly obvious to me; I was too old and just not good enough.
So, I quit that side of things and settled into life as a club pro. Ana did become part of our lives in the bedroom and out of it until she took up with Harlon. I was pleased for both of them, and so was Jess, although I suspect she missed our monthly threesomes.
I wondered if she might want to look for a replacement, but she said no, and I was ok with that.
Jess and I got married the following year, nothing fancy, just us and a few friends. Since I had no family and I didn't really have any close friends apart from Harlon he was my best man and Analise Jess's maid of honour.
Jess looked stunning, more beautiful than I had ever seen her if that is possible. Harlon leaned into me and whispered, "Man, you are the luckiest limey I ever met." I just grinned.
I stumbled through my vows, and then we kissed the most magical of kisses.
We honeymooned in the UK at Jess's insistence. Lord Fanshaw insisted we stay at the hall, and nothing was too much trouble. Jess rode out with him, the two of them chatting like they had been friends all their lives.
I watched them ride across the fields and could hear Jess laugh with the sheer joy of it. I guess I'm gonna have to learn to ride, I sighed. His lordship (funny how I could never call him Algy no matter how often he insisted on it) had his head groom prepare one of the cars for us, and when I walked outside, I could not believe what I was seeing.
A Ferrari 248 Dino in Rosso red sat on the drive. Ian, the groom, threw me the keys.
"Enjoy, sir." was all he said. I walked around what, in my opinion, was one of the most beautiful cars ever built and caressed the lines of the bodywork. Jess smiled at him, "Boys and their toys."
I lowered myself in and pressed the starter, aware that this was over £250,000 worth of the automobile. The engine rumbled to life and settled to the most soulful growl.
We went to London, York, and Lancaster before turning North for the highlands of Scotland. I loved it, all of it. Driving the Ferrari, which turned heads everywhere we went, the envious looks I got whenever I held Jess's hand, or we danced close, or even just sat in a restaurant. Jess loved it all; her smile and beaming personality took over everywhere we went, people seemed to just fall at her feet. I love my wife, and I am the happiest man alive right now, I thought.
After a month, we drove through the gates of Fanshaw Hall, and I handed the keys back to Ian. He smiled, and I grinned back at him.
Jess had her arms around his lordship. And he grinned too.
On the return flight, I thought about the last month. And I was remembering an occasion when we had made love in an old arrow loop atop the 900-year-old city walls of York when Jess whispered in my ear, "Give me a moment, then follow me."
She disappeared behind a curtain that separated the Heads (sorry toilets) from the cabin. I gave it a minute or so and followed. I was faced with a dilemma which one of the four possibilities to go for. A pretty flight attendant smiled knowingly at me and pointed. I frowned and then pushed the door open to see a smiling and very horny Jess.
"I'm not complaining, love, but shush," she said. "We're joining the mile-high club." She sucked me with skill. She rocked the plane when she came and then again as I fucked her to a second orgasm before filling her wet pussy with cum. It was awkward and hot in the confined space, but we managed.
When we left, the same flight attendant was there, a knowing look on her face. She slipped Jess a piece of paper. We returned to our seats to a rather startling round of applause from the other passengers. Evidently, we had been quite noisy. The piece of paper had the flight attendant's name and phone number on it, followed by four kisses.
We Landed in L.A. in the late afternoon, and Ana and Harlon were there.
"Hey, you two welcome home. Tell me all about it." Ana hugged us both then she and Jess started talking a million miles an hour. Harlon shook my hand.
"Good to see ya, buddy, welcome home." And it suddenly struck me this was home now. My life with Jess started there, and I was surrounded by good friends and people who cared for us.
Life, I decided, was good.
We settled down into married life filled with sunshine, laughter, fun in the sun, good friends, and lots and lots of squeaky sex. My wife was beautiful and lithe and had that Latin fluidity to her that others seem to lack. Even 20 odd years later, she is still the same lithe creature.
There were some changes, of course. Jess had a new job working as a fundraiser for a veteran's charity. But perhaps the biggest change for me came on the day Floyd came to me and gave the go-ahead for the charity Jess worked for to hold a fundraiser event at the club.
All the guys got busy, and as I didn't really have any contacts of note, I set to work on the members, their families, and visitors who were going to be around at the time. What really did it for me was when I received boxes and boxes of memorabilia from both current and past tour players, all of them signed.
I discussed what we should do with it and had decided to auction the items off to raise as much as possible. The hotel offered to host a gala dinner after which the auction would be held and thanks to the efforts of everyone the tournament itself was fully subscribed.
And so it came to pass that exactly one year to the day that Jess and I married, I stood on the first tee driver in hand. Jess was the starter, and she announced me to be her wonderful, amazing husband, not embarrassing at all then.
I won't bore you with the details of the tournament, but it went well, and all the punters who had paid substantial sums to play were really happy.
When I got back to the apartment to change for the charity dinner, Jess was in the shower. I left a trail of clothes on my way to join her, and I anticipated more squeaky sex. As I entered the shower, I was surprised to see Jess in the arms of a woman I didn't at first recognize.
She saw me and called for me to join them. As I stepped into the shower, I was amazed to see that the other person was actually Kelly.
"My god, Kelly, where did you come from?"
"Tell you later," she said and reached for junior. I should explain that Kelly had run, after Shaun's murder, totally heartbroken she had just ran and ran. Worried, we had tried to track her down, but after months of fruitless searching, we reluctantly gave up.
I was happy if a little surprised to see her gorgeous and naked in the arms of my wife, who at that moment had her lips attached to one of her nipples and two fingers buried deep in her dripping snatch.
Kelly's grip on junior was starting to hurt, and I got her to let go by sliding a finger into her arse. She yelped more in surprise than pain and let go. I got under the shower for a short while before Jess led us both to the bed.
I laid on my back, and the girls crawled over me, their hands and tongues everywhere. Their smooth skin felt silky soft as it slid over me. I felt lips on my skin, and a tongue made its way southwards.
And then the lights went out as somebody sat on my face. As my vision was cleared a few seconds later, I gazed up into the gorgeous face of Kelly. She wriggled around, and my tongue went to work. She parted her sweet lips, and a flood of juices flowed out. I pushed my tongue into her hole as far as I could and was rewarded with a moan, and her head flying back, I moved on slowly, teasing her clit.
Elsewhere, junior was very much enjoying being encased in Jess's tight wet pussy. Her pussy rippled and squeezed in the way she knew how, and sooner rather than later, the room was filled with the cries of three massive orgasms.
Kelly nearly smothered me into unconsciousness before falling sideways onto the bed. Jess stayed put, gazing down at me. I love my wife. Time seemed to stop as we got lost in just looking at each other, drowning in love and passion. It was only when Kelly moved towards the shower the spell was broken.
"Jess, how cum--"
"Shush," she said, placing her fingers on my lips. "I'll tell you everything in good time."
Kelly came out of the shower dressed and quietly left us alone as we cuddled. Jess whispered in my ear, " I have something for you."
She retrieved something from the bedside draw and handed me an envelope. Carefully I opened the envelope, and a small polaroid fell onto my chest. Jess kissed me and whispered, "Happy anniversary, darling."
I picked up the polaroid and was faced with a black and white grainy picture. I gave Jess a quizzical look.
"Look again," she said.
I stared for a few seconds before my dullard brain recognized what I was looking at. The shadowy figure of a tiny human was centred in the picture. I looked at her, she looked at me, neither of us spoke. We both started to cry tears of joy, and we kissed, oh how we kissed deep and with so much love.
Jess noticed the time and gave me a prod.
