Empty Nester 05 Young Love

Empty Nester 05 - Young Love

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Author's note: This story is the fifth in a series titled "Empty Nester." The first story set the stage for all the remaining chapters of this adventure. All future stories will continue to chronicle the events of these three lovers. It would be best to read them in order. All characters are fictional, consenting, and over the age of 18. This story is a complete figment of my imagination and not based on any real events or characters. I love to read comments as long as they are constructive.

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Marcy and I dried off after our little "pornographic" shower adventure. The harsh white truck stop towels were certainly not going to lead to any further arousal. We brushed our teeth, put real clothes on for the first time since we left home, and prepared to face the world again as normal women.

"Damn Jodi," Marcy said as she adjusted the crotch panel of her yoga pants. "I can't believe I am about to say this, but it feels really good to have my ass covered again. These panties really hug my ass, and these pants really get up and personal with my pussy. Do I have a camel toe?"

I glanced down at her crotch. "Nope."

"Do you think pervy little Jeremy will still be out there?" Marcy asked as she pushed the shower room door open.

"If he is," I responded with a clenched fist, "I might just punch him in the nuts."

"Good morning ladies," a cute little blond greeted us with an all knowing smile from behind the counter. "By the sounds of it, I would say that you two had a very enjoyable shower."

"Very much so," I responded as I playfully slapped Marcy's butt before hooking arms with her and strutting out the door.

As we walked across the parking lot, I noticed that Charlie's truck was gone. I could sense that something was seriously wrong. I looked over and could see George sitting in the driver's seat of his truck. It looked like his eyes were closed, maybe sleeping.

Marcy and I climbed into the passenger side of the truck. Marcy climbed into the sleeper, carefully avoiding the middle of the mattress.

"What's going on?" I asked. "Why aren't you in the sleeper? Where's Charlie?'

"I think one of you must have peed the bed," George responded. "There is a big wet spot in the middle of the mattress."

Marcy and I just looked at each other and smiled. "Not pee George," Marcy responded as she lowered her face and took in a deep breath through her nose. "Smells like your wife's sweet pussy to me."

George didn't laugh, his face remained serious, his eyes just stared out the window. "She's gone Jodi," George said in a sad tone as he handed me a folded piece of paper. "I don't know what happened. One minute we were snuggling and caressing each other in the sleeper, the next minute she was sitting in the seat making a phone call. She seemed so happy, so, you know, fulfilled. I just can't figure it out. She asked me not to read that, so I didn't."

"What do you mean gone?" I asked as I unfolded the paper. "What is this?"

I read the letter silently.

...

Dear Jodi

Thank ya'all for the incredible love and affection that ya'all showed me. As much as I would enjoy being a part of ya'all's life and family, ya'all's love for each other helped me to realize that I already had that very thing with my Cassie. After George and I had sex, I got to thinking about the true meaning of love. It isn't about the act or the pleasure. It's about the person or people. I called and talked to Cassie. Her and the baby's daddy sounded very open to having a relationship much like you have with George and Marcy. It might be a long shot, but I have to try. If ya'all ever make it to the Lubbock area, be sure to look us up. I would love to introduce you to Cassie. Heck, maybe we can all get naked together.

Your second BFF Charlie

P.S. I hope you get over your fear of cock. Girl, I have to tell ya'all, George has one magnificent cock. I just wish I would have taken a selfie with it, him. I know Cassie would have liked it. Ya'all should see the size of her dildo LOL.

...

I just sank into the seat and sighed. I handed the note to Marcy and asked if she would read it aloud. I just knew I wouldn't be able to without breaking down in tears.

"I want to go home George," I muttered after Marcy read the letter aloud. "I

need

to go home."

George informed us that he had to make one more stop before we could head back home. It would be at least twelve hours, and that was only if he drove straight through. I climbed into the sleeper and curled up in the corner. Marcy rode shotgun to help keep George awake. We all used the restroom and grabbed a bite to eat at the scheduled stop and got right back on the road.

...

"Hey sweetie," a caring Marcy said as she shook my shoulder. "You're home."

I opened my eyes and looked around. I could see my house through the truck's window. A great sense of peace filled my heart. I was home.

George dropped me off. He needed to get the truck back to the shop for service and pick up his car. He also dropped Marcy off at her apartment. I walked into the empty house and just stood in the middle of the living room and cried like a baby. Our whirlwind adventure was finally over.

I walked into Jackie's bedroom and sat on the bed. I was so happy that I hadn't moved her things like I had planned. I stretched out on the small bed and pressed my face into her pillow. I could still smell her shampoo, her perfume. I could smell her.

I walked into my own bedroom, stretched out on my own bed, pressed my face to one of George's pillows. His masculine scent filled my nose. I just sighed, lay my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. My mind replayed all of the highlights of our roadtrip.

When the replay reached the point where Charlie walked into that quaint little diner, I could feel tears trickle down my cheeks. I was so incredibly sad, yet so incredibly happy. I just lay there and let the beautiful memories flood my mind. God, she was so beautiful, so loving. She would always be my first.

...

I must have dozed off for a bit. I was awakened by the sound of the front door opening. "Hey babe," a familiar voice called out.

"In here," I responded.

George walked into the bedroom. Without saying a word, he climbed onto the bed and snuggled his strong body against my back. I could feel his arm reach over and fully expected him to grope my breast like he always did. Instead, he pressed it gently to my abdomen. I could feel his warm breath against the back of my neck, his prickly rough cheek press against mine. He was so strong and powerful. I was so fragile and weak.

"I love you," he whispered as his cheek nuzzled against mine.

I just took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Ditto," I responded as a smile crept over my lips. God, I loved this man.

We cuddled and spooned for about an hour before I finally had to interrupt. "I am so sorry baby," I said quietly. "If I don't get up and use the bathroom right now, I'm going to leave a huge wet spot in this bed as well."

George just chuckled as he lifted his arm. "I'd be more than happy to help make a wet spot when you're done in the bathroom."

"You wish," I responded with a chuckle as I crawled out of bed.

I sat on the toilet, my toilet, and savored the feeling of relief as the pee escaped me. It felt so incredibly nice to be home. I thought about George's comment, the wet spot. I just sighed.

When I was finished in the bathroom, I walked into the bedroom. I had made up my mind on the toilet. I was going to make passionate love to my husband.

"About that wet spot," I said as I walked towards the bed. I looked around the bedroom. It was empty. My heart sank. George never, ever passed up the opportunity for sex.

I walked into the kitchen where I spotted George at the refrigerator. I quietly crept up behind him, wrapped my arms around him and pressed my body to his back.

"It's already getting wet," I said in a sultry voice as my hands slid up his chest and pinched his nipples. "My panties are soaked and my pussy needs filling."

George turned in my arms and kissed me. "I don't think you are ready," he said as he looked deep into my eyes. "I know that you were devastated when you read the note from Charlie. It can't just be rebound sex. I need the whole package. Your body, your mind, and your heart."

I pressed my face to his chest and sobbed. "Thank you," I whispered. "Thank you for being who you are, for understanding my needs, for loving me for who I am."

"I do need a shower," George said with a smile. "I heard rumors that a couple of naughty girls may have gotten a little wild in one of the truck stop showers. Maybe one of them would like to help clean me up?"

I didn't respond. I just hooked a finger between the buttons of his shirt and pulled him towards the bedroom. I slowly undressed him, then myself before directing him to the shower. I stood behind this hulk of a man, reached around his body and soaped up his growing manhood.

I pressed my breasts to his wet back as my free hand slid between my own soapy wet thighs. With one hand, I slowly stroked his hard shaft, with my other, I pressed into my soft wet pussy, toyed with my clit. For what seemed like an eternity, my hands stroked and teased us both, edged, pleasured.

I slid my body around to face him, put my foot up on the built-in shower seat, carefully slipped his cock between my thighs. I latched onto one of his hairy nipples with my mouth and sucked hard. I held his cock tight against my pussy lips with my hand as he began to gently rock his hips. The combination of the warm water flowing over our bodies, the friction of his shaft against my clit, and his spongy head plowing up and down my slit sent me over the edge. I started to lose my balance as two strong hands gripped my butt to save me. I could feel his fingers sink deep into my flesh as his strong body started to jerk.

We just stood there for a couple minutes enjoying the moment. It felt so intimate and personal, yet so completely non-invasive. I could feel his warm cum drizzle down my inner thighs.

"Clean me with your tongue," I whispered.

George trailed his lips down my slippery wet body and knelt before. I just watched as his thick tongue lapped at my thighs and pussy. I could feel my body start to shudder as George's hands squeezed my butt while his tongue tickled my clit. A second, smaller orgasm gently eased through my loins.

George stood and kissed me. It was so magical, so non-threatening, so loving.

"That was nice," I whispered and gently kissed his lips. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my sensitive body. I just stood there and watched as he washed himself, gently stroked his waning cock. God he was beautiful.

...

I dressed and headed towards the kitchen as George finished up in the bathroom. It had been far too long since we had a home cooked meal. I sent Marcy a text and asked if she could join us for dinner. I wanted to have a conversation with both of my lovers.

We all sat down at the dining room table. "This is so nice," I said as we all prepared to eat. "A home cooked meal, my favorite lovers, and home sweet home."

George seemed to have a strange look on his face. "About that," he said as he looked over at Marcy. "We are going to head out in the morning and will be gone for at least three weeks."

"We?" I responded feeling a little surprised. "As in you and Marcy?"

My heart sank in my chest. I couldn't breathe. My eyes welled up. Marcy slid her chair close to mine and wrapped her arms around me, comforted me.

"George is going to teach me how to drive the truck," Marcy said quietly as she held me tight. "We both thought that you would need some time to sort out your feelings about Charlie, us, this whole situation."

I took a deep breath, wiped my face, pulled away from Marcy. "But I need you Marcy. I need you now more than ever."

The room was silent, eerily silent. Something was wrong. I could feel my stomach turning.

"I want to have a baby Jodi," Marcy finally said. "I want to be a mother, the mother of George's baby. Just like we talked about."

Marcy took my hand into hers. I tried to pull away, but her grip tightened. "It wouldn't be fair to you," Marcy said as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I can't try and get pregnant knowing that you were in the next room. I can't do it with you in the bed. I need to be alone with George, just the two of us. I love you Jodi. George loves you. We can all raise a baby together."

I just excused myself and went into the bedroom and closed the door. I felt so completely devastated, so alone. I curled up on the bed and cried myself to sleep.

...

I woke to a gentle touch on my shoulder, the sensation of soft lips kissing it. "Let's get you tucked in," a soft caring voice whispered.

I could feel Marcy's soft touch as she undressed me and helped me slip between the silky sheets. She was already naked and slid in beside me, facing me. She cradled my soggy cheeks and gently kissed my lips.

"Can George join us?" she whispered. I just nodded.

I could feel the mattress sink as George slid in behind me. His lips teased at my neck while Marcy's pressed to mine. This moment felt so safe, so natural. Marcy's soft warm body pressed against the front of me, our breasts sensually snuggling. George's strong body pressed against my back, his soft penis snuggling against my butt crack.

Marcy gently coaxed me onto my back, guided George's hand to my breast, pressed it into the soft flesh. Her lips descended, suckled the other breast and nipple as her hand trailed over my abdomen and between my thighs.

"I want to make love to you," Marcy whispered as her finger gently caressed my vulva and toyed with my hard little clit. "We want to make love to you."

George's mouth replaced his hand. His teeth gently scraped across my tender hard nipple as his hand sensually descended my body, pressed against Marcy's. As Marcy's smooth fingers polished my hard little pearl, George's finger pressed against my vagina, slipped carefully inside. Both of my lovers were suckling a nipple, both of my lovers were pleasuring the essence of my sexuality.

Marcy's lips uncoupled from my nipple, sensually kissed down my torso, replaced her finger on my clit. As her tongue danced seductively over the hard little bud, George's fingers twisted and curled deep inside me. A wave of pleasure flowed through my body. It wasn't an orgasm, it was love.

I could feel Marcy shift her body, flip around in the bed. Her knee slid over my chest, her head pushed deeper between my legs. I could feel George's fingers retreat from my wet pussy, only to be replaced by Marcy's tongue. As she pushed it deep inside me, I could sense that George's hand was close to my face, my own scent wafting across my nostrils.

I opened my eyes, studied his fingers as they toyed with Marcy's slippery wet pussy mere inches from my face. I lifted my head, adjusted my pillow, watched as George's large fingers stretched the silky slippery lips in front of me. George withdrew his fingers, pressed them to my lips. My mouth accepted his offering, made love to his tasty fingers.

George gently lifted and pulled on Marcy's butt, spread her wide. I pushed my tongue deep into her supple flesh, the tip of my nose tickled against her tight little star shaped butthole. As I lapped at her creamy pussy, George dipped his fingertip into the wetness, and carefully teased around that puckered little butthole. His finger carefully circled as Marcy moaned deep inside my Pussy.

I could feel her body start to shudder. I could feel her pussy suckle at my probing tongue. Marcy was clearly cumming. Her tongue lapped harder, faster, pushed deeper into me. I could feel a delicate touch on my own butthole, a warm silky touch as it circled and teased gently. I had never experienced that forbidden sensation before. My pleasure peaked.

I pressed my mouth tightly against Marcy's pussy, screamed into it. My body was jerking and thrusting uncontrollably. Everything stopped. Time stopped. The three of us just lay there for a minute, our bodies so obscenely positioned, our aromas so potent, our pussies so creamy and satisfied.

I lay my head back on the pillow and stared at the beautifully frothy lips in front of me. So delicate and silky on the inside, so soft and sexy on the outside. A woman's body is so incredibly amazing.

Moments later, we all untwisted, coming to rest on our backs with George in the middle. Without a word being spoken, Marcy and I both spun our bodies around at the same time and kissed our way down until our lips met on George's hard cock. We both giggled as our tongues and lips ascended each side of the thick glistening shaft, met at the top, then descended.

Marcy's mouth slipped over his throbbing head while mine gently toyed with his balls. George hadn't fully recovered from our little shower tryst, but still delivered an ample load in Marcy's mouth which she happily shared with me.

All fully satisfied, the three of us snuggled together and slept peacefully in each other's arms. Life seemed to be good again.

...

I stood at the front door in my bathrobe as the three of us kissed and said our goodbyes. As I watched the big truck drive off, a sadness set over me. I was alone.

I tried to keep myself busy. I changed the sheets on the bed. I couldn't help but hold them to my face and inhale the musky fragrance. I cleaned the kitchen and washed the dinner dishes from the night before. It was almost noon before I finally found the courage to get dressed. Standing in front of the dresser mirror, I pushed my robe off my shoulders and stared at my naked body.

I thought about how this all started, remembered the image of the naïve, scared woman that stood in this very spot two weeks earlier. I could visualize the thick patch of hair between her legs, recalled the first time that little pink vibrator touched her sensitive clit, the first time she pleasured herself.

I admired the image of that strong woman in the mirror, watched as she pushed her chest out proudly. A smile formed on her face. God, she was beautiful.

I pulled the top drawer open in search of some panties. Nestled on top of my panties was that pink dildo and a note in Marcy's handwriting.

"Just in case you get lonely," it read.

I just chuckled, licked the base of the suction cup, and slapped it on the mirror. "You don't scare me," I said aloud as I seductively stroked its shaft.

I sat back on the bed and pulled on a pair of soft comfortable panties, slipped my large breasts into a soft bra, and pulled on my yoga pants and an oversized T-shirt. The image in the mirror looked comfortable, sensible. She was truly a MILF. A mother that certainly looked fuckable.

...

"Hey Jackie," I said as I answered the phone. "How are you doing?"

"I'm really homesick mom," my little Jackie responded. "Would it be okay if I came home this weekend? I really need a mom fix right now."

"Of course sweetie," I responded as my eyes welled up. "I could really use a Jackie fix right now. I have so much to tell you. I can't wait."

"One other thing," Marcy added before hanging up. "My car is in the shop, so my friend offered to drive me. Is that okay?"

"Of course sweetheart."

When I set the phone down, I could feel the huge smile on my face, the excitement in my heart. I pulled the sheets off Marcy's bed and tossed them in the washer. I dusted and vacuumed her bedroom, lit a scented candle, fluffed the teddy bears in the corner. I was so happy, so excited. My sweet Jackie was coming home in two days.

I kept myself busy shopping, baking, cooking, cleaning, organizing. If felt so good to have normalcy back in my life. Marcy and I texted multiple times each day, but other than that, I was just a plain old housewife again. Well, a housewife in an empty nest, but still a housewife.