It didn't happen, but it should have. Can there be a good lie?
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"Happy birthday, dear Harry, Happy birthday to you."
The old man blew out the candles and everyone clapped. Birthdays were always a celebration at the nursing home; one more year of survival. Sam looked around the room. Harry was Jan's uncle and he and Jan were among the youngest of the visitors. They all appeared over sixty except the nurses and attendants. Jan had wanted to come to her uncle's birthday party.
Sam didn't usually lie. It was too difficult to remember what the truth. In college he had studied Creative Fabrication, otherwise known as English Composition 101. Sometimes the truth was unbelievable. Sometimes the truth needed enhancement.
Jan had prevailed upon him to come to the Birthday party for her Uncle Harry and though he didn't know Harry, he knew he would enjoy a weekend away with Jan.
Jan was flirting with the old men, batting her eyelashes. She was probably still excited after last night. They had checked into the motel and gone to the bar for drinks where they met a redhead who said she was there on a layover. That led to some jokes and the three went to dinner and then back to Sam and Jan's room. Red said she had never been with a woman but Jan said she did quite well. And Sam screwed both of them. Now Jan was going around, touching the men's arms, raising their blood pressure to dangerous heights.
Sam took a slice of cake and some punch and found a lady, possibly in her early fifties. Her auburn hair was short and neatly trimmed, her skirt was snug enough to show off a narrow waist and she filled her blouse quite nicely. She appeared to be with another lady, gray hair tinted lavender, wearing a blue striped dress. They were friendly but not intimate.
He motioned to the seat beside auburn hair, "Is this seat taken?"
"No."
"Hi, I'm Sam."
She took in his blond hair, broad shoulders and wicked smile. She had her hands full of a plate and a cup of punch, "I'm Sara."
"How do you know Harry?"
"Before he passed, my Roger was here when his wife was here."
"So you knew his wife?"
"Lannie? Yes, but not until we met here."
Sam laughed, "I thought you might have been one of Harry's ladies."
"What do you mean, ladies?"
"Harry was a lover of women. He loved to seduce them, make love to them. And they loved him, too. He made them very happy."
"Well, I didn't have the pleasure." She laughed and asked, "How do you know Harry?"
"Harry and my dad went hunting and fishing together. When I was eighteen, I was occasionally invited to go along. They told tales of their exploits hunting and fishing. And Harry told stories about all the women he made love to."
"Harry?"
"Oh, yeah. I didn't believe him at first, but then I saw him with some of his ladies; bartenders, waitresses."
"Did you tell Lannie?"
"As a matter of fact, at first I avoided her. I knew if she asked, I couldn't lie. But then one day, I dropped some stuff off for Harry and he wasn't there. She cornered me and made me come in for a cola. She knew I was avoiding her and guessed it was because I knew about Harry's affairs. She told me she knew."
"Why didn't she divorce him?"
"I asked her. She said he was a great lover and she would rather share him than do without him. She enjoyed oral. Harry would go down on her and she would have two or three orgasms before he did. He always made sure she was satisfied. Besides, it kept her from feeling guilty when she had a lover."
"Go down on her?"
"Kiss and lick her vagina."
Sara appeared to be having trouble catching her breath. After a moment she asked,"So what happened?"
"She seduced me."
"You made love to her?"
"Oh, yeah. She taught me a lot. She loved oral."
"Oral?"
"Yeah, both getting and giving. Fingering and licking would take her to two or three orgasms before she begged me to make love to her."
Sara was short of breath, "So, it wasn't just once?"
"Oh, no. It was many times. I even begged out of some the hunting trips so I could spend the weekend with her. Told them I had to study for a test. But it ended"
"Oh?"
"I went away to college and when I came home, she was in the nursing home. At first, I was angry, thought Harry had brought something home, but I learned it was cancer, not an STD. You don't catch cancer."
"So, you admire Harry?"
"Yeah. He taught me a lot. He said, 'Show me a man who won't kiss a vagina and I'll steal his wife.' Did Harry ever make love to you?"
She was a bit flustered, "No. Well, he made a pass. But I didn't pay attention. I thought he was just a dirty old man."
Sam laughed, "He was that." He set his plate down, stood. Her hand was shaking and he took her plate and her drink and set it on the table. "Come with me. I want to show you something in Harry's room."
She asked the lady next to her to watch her purse and followed him down the hall and into a room. In the room, he closed the door, turned and kissed her, pressing her against the door.
She broke the kiss and said, "So Lannie taught you?" She didn't push him away and he kissed her again. His hands were on her hips as he pressed his pelvis against her. Her mouth opened and he explored it with his tongue. He kissed her chin and traced it back to the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, and kissed the hollow of her shoulder and down the vee of her blouse. His hands came up and cupped her breasts. He didn't fondle, or pinch. He held them. He dropped to his knees and nuzzled her belly.
"Don't," she panted. But her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer.
He lifted her skirt, exposing her white undies. The fragrance made it obvious that she was excited. He brought his hand up, rubbed the cotton covering her crease as he nibbled at the front. He pushed the panties down to her ankles and found an untrimmed hairy bush. He helped her pull one foot out of her pants. With both hands on her cheeks, he pulled her to him and bit and pulled as though he were trimming her bush with his teeth.
"Oh, don't. You shouldn't." But she still didn't push him away and ran her fingers through his hair. When his tongue found her crease, she bowed her legs, giving him better access. He brought one hand forward and stroked her inner thigh until he was able to stroke her wetness. He worked two fingers inside her and found her gee spot, pushing in and out.
"Oh, oh, there. More. Yes, yes. I'm going to..."
And she went rigid. "Huh, huh, huh."
He continued to stroke until she started shaking.
She moaned, "Damn, damn. I want you." He held her until she began to back off.
He stood, dropped his pants and pulled out his erection and rubbed up and down her crease.
"Please. Please."
Pressing her against the door, both hands on the cheeks of her ass, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. As he lowered her, he found her spot and entered her.
Holding her, he was able to lift and lower her as he pushed and pulled, enjoying the sweet caress of her vagina.
She shook with what he believed was another orgasm and the compression of her canal was enough to start him firing wad after wad inside her.
""Huh, huh, huh. Oh, yes. Yes. That's good." She panted.
"You enjoyed?"
"Oh, yes."
He softened and slipped out. He was cursed with a quickly deflating penis. However, he was blessed with a good recovery time. And the second time wouldn't be as quick. He kissed her and backed away. She reached down and pulled up her pants and smoothed her skirt. "Lannie did good."
He kissed her again. "Jan is going love you."
"Jan?"
"My wife. Blue dress, the brunette with the long hair and slender body."
"Your wife is here?"
"Oh, yes. She's the one asked me to make love to you. She hoped that you would let her make love to you."
"Your wife? To me?"
"Yeah, she is fascinated with your breasts; wants to kiss them, suck on your nipples."