Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the storyline is true, the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early sixties and seventies, but should be a concern for everyone today.
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It was late on a Thursday evening and I had just finished several hours of grading the last batch of semester exams for my American History classes; I would record the grades the next morning, finish a few record keeping chores, and then have a weeklong semester break. I stepped out on the patio, stretched my sore muscles, and looked up at the starry sky; the aroma of orange blossoms from the ninety acre grove which surrounded my home filled the warm Florida air.
I thought about the conversation I had had with a female colleague before leaving school that day, "Are you ever going to settle down and find you a good woman marry?"
It was a question I was often asked by my friends and co-workers. I jokingly replied, "Since you are already married to someone else, I guess not; of course, we could have a hot, torrid affair the next time your husband takes off on one of his deep sea fishing trips."
"Ha, you wish."
"Yes, I do, almost every day," I smiled and she rolled her eyes at me.
I explained, "There are just too many good looking widows in this town who need some good loving; not counting the good looking married women whose husbands leave them alone to go fishing, or chase young girls."
Again, she rolled her eyes and walked away leaving me to watch her lovely, mature bottom undulate gracefully with every step she took; oh the life of a twenty-seven years old male with an over active libido. Humm, I could only wish.
My wishful thinking was broken up by the sound of my phone ringing. I stepped back into the dining room to answer it.
"Hello."
A soft, sexy voice asked, "Is this Will?"
"Yes."
"I hope it's not too late to be calling you?"
"Of course not, unless you are an angry parent fussing about your child's grades."
There was a chuckle, then, "My name is Addison. My husband and I are house- sitting for Edith while she is off on her world cruise."
"Yes, she mentioned you the last time we spoke. Did she get off as planned?"
"Yes, we took her to meet her boat this morning; she told us to call you and get to know you in case we need your help. Oh, my husband, Stu, is on the extension phone with us."
"Hi, Stu; are you making sure I don't flirt with your wife?"
"Hi, Will, no, I've gotten used to men flirting with her; it makes me proud knowing other men find her as attractive as I do. Edith has told us some rather exciting stories about you."
"Oh goodness, you shouldn't believe a word of it; I'm a true Southern gentleman," I chuckled.
Addison spoke up, "So we shouldn't believe the story of how the two of you met?" (See: Homemade Pie) I chuckled as she continued, "I'm sure you can imagine how descriptive she was," she said with an almost naughty giggle. "After all these years, I still haven't gotten used to her dirty mouth," she said with a giggle.
I laughed, "Oh don't be too hard on her. I've learned that even some of the most proper women love taking dirty; Edith is certainly one them," I said with a laugh.
"We have known her since high school; we used to hang out together before she got married and moved away. Those were some good times, exciting times." Stu said.
"Yes, they were," Addison added. "That's why we wanted to call and invite you over. You sound like a quite the swinger; a friend with benefits,' I believe is how Edith described you" she laughed.
I chuckled, "I'm not sure that "swinger" is the right word; I prefer the French word, libertine. I'm a young man who loves women and I live in an area teeming with beautiful women. You sound more than just curious about my lifestyle.
Stu quickly spoke up, "At this point in our lives, we feel a need for a little adventure to add a spark to our senior years."
"Yes, we were surprised when Edith told us about the two of you; Stu and I have wanted to spread our wings a bit, now that the kids are grown and away from home."
We made a date to get together at Edith's house the next evening for drinks; there was no mention of anything beyond pleasant conversation.
Both Stu and Addison answered the door together; I was pleasantly surprised by how attractive they were. They had to have been in their mid to late fifties since they were classmates of Edith, but they looked much younger; we hit it off immediately. Stu quickly offered a warm, friendly handshake and Addison kissed my cheek when I handed her a bottle of wine; the hard nipple straining against her silky blouse brushed against my upper arm. There was no doubt in my mind that there would be more than just conversation.