Engineer Mike Giles and wife Gloria have been unable to start a family and neither will undergo tests, fearful of being identified as the problem party. Gloria takes a lover leading Mike to suspect her motive is pregnancy. The tipoff came from his wife's sister Liz. He sneakily identifies this bastard.. Now a young woman who befriends him sexually tells him what she thinks about his situation.
SEVEN
At the deli, I said to the assistant I was going to visit a fat lady who was dieting to loose some weight and I wished to impress her because I wanted something from her.
The young assistant licked her lips and said, "You can have something from me if you wish."
Christ, she was only eighteen or nineteen. Young girls these days are a menace – where do they get this sexual openness from? Certainly not their mom's! They must be learning it from gay teachers filling schools these days.
The shock on my face elicited a sad sigh from her and she whispered – "Good luck, give her one for me." She then filled up little pots of starvation diet and added a bag of fried chicken. winking and saying "You've got to keep your pecker up."
I said thanks, handed her the money and she gave me my change; I stood looking at her, and she looked right back, not moving either although someone was waiting for attention down the far end of the counter.
The assistant was really cute, not much to her but looked fit and keen. Obviously she was waiting for me to say something.
"Look, I'm sorry but you're young while I'm almost 36, halfway toward being an old man."
"But you are a man; I'm sick of these quick-firing kids who think the whole world begins and end at the wet end of their dick. Some of my cock-mad girlfriends are little better. I'd love the experience of being with a married man."
"Very tempting, you are so cute," I said weakly. "Perhaps I call back here before too long?"
"I'd like that. Bye - I better serve old sour puss down there."
"Be faithful to your wife," hissed the old bag and eavesdropper as I brushed past her fat ass. I reached the door before I realized it was Mrs Roberts, who lived in our street.
Well, well, I thought as I drove into Liz's driveway. It was an impressive house, more upmarket than mine. Although the asshole husband had beaten her up when he felt mean, she'd come out of the fuck-up marriage rather well. I pictured her inside in bed with her steamy twat wide open and ready for me. Well, sometimes a guy has to make a sacrifice or two.
Actually, I thought if she were dieting perhaps she'd lost a few pounds and she'd probably got some cash in the marriage dissolution so had spend some on better hair dressing and makeup. The ill-fated marriage would have given her a man regularly which may have given her a better outlook on life, and the punching may have put more sting into her tail. But this was merely how I saw it and look at my record at dealing in human relationships!
A woman came bounding down the steps yelling at me in delight. I knew the voice but my brain didn't want to believe what it was seeing – it was telling me this couldn't be Liz.
What a transformation – she still wasn't a stunner like her sister but by god she wasn't too far from being second off the rank.
Liz stood off from me, trembling like a young colt – wanting to come really close but a little unsure. I decided to wind her up a bit.
"Hi," I said, and looking up at the door: "Is Liz in?"
"I am Liz, you fool," she giggled.
"Ohmigod," I yelled, pretending to scratch my head and she launched herself at me, slamming me against my truck and she rained sweet kisses all over my face and neck.
"God, your body's like steel," she said, and I felt like John Wayne going in to help defend
The Alamo
- a re-run and the only Western my dad ever took me to see. Up north, to break the monotony I work out twice a day as does Nancy and I regularly pitch in and help the guys move heavy steel shutters as they find it quicker than waiting for mobile cranes.
"Your body – well um," I said, stopping before I began stuttering. It was almost too much.
"Like it," she giggled, pirouetting for me.
"Oh yeah, best miracle I've seen all year." That was fairly close to the truth it earned me a huge brownie point.
"What have you got for me?" she asked, and I looked at her with a stupid smile, thinking she'd be looking down below my belt. But no, she was looking through the window of my Chevy at the two trays of food and two bottles of bubbly.
"Stuff to keep you in shape and booze to get you drunk."
"You naughty boy," she giggled. Women always seem to say that to me when I began to tickle their button.
I followed a lovely butt up the steps as we carried out lunch indoors – and then outdoors to a patio beside a combined lap pool and spa. It was a pretty mean sight and I was most impressed – big money went into this as it was surrounded by gardens on three sides and a small grove of trees were almost overhanging the spa.
"Let's go for a swim before lunch"
"I didn't bring swim gear," I said, my heart beginning to race.
"You haven't got anything I haven't seen before."
Liz had put her sunglasses on and when I stripped down and she saw my old mate she swallowed, lifted her sunglasses and said, "Well, almost nothing that I haven't seen before. I thought your father was big, but wow!"
"My father? When did he..."
"At your wedding when Gloria went up to dress in her going away clothes and you and best man Arnold were chatting up the bridesmaids."
"Shouldn't you have been helping Gloria to dress – you were chief bridesmaid?"
"Mom was eager to help and your dad had just whispered something into my ear so the two moms went up to help Gloria which got the coast cleared for me very nicely."
"Oh."
Liz then stripped off, posing momentarily for me to see some pretty cool underwear; it looked French. That came off pretty slowly and she stood again, giving me a great eyeful. I couldn't see her eyes behind the dark sunglasses but her mouth was spread in a knowing smile.
"I've had my body overhauled at great expense, but it was worth it, don't you think?"
"I nodded dumbly. Her fat guts and thighs were gone and her knockers were down to 36ers I reckon and even the ass was elegant. But the surgeons had also shaved fat from under her jaw and even on her cheeks, straightened her nose and her wide mouth now seemed balanced of her face. Being trained in design, I could see the relationship between features - the medical remodellers had done a fine job.
Of course I'd never seen her nude before but could tell the slit of her cunt looked larger than Gloria's, which was what her mother had gone on about all those years ago, attempting to get me to switch sisters. But really, I'd consider myself a loyal guy, and having met Gloria first would not have switched to Liz even if she'd looked at she does now.
However I'd probably have nailed her before dad did while remaining faithful to Gloria in my own way.
"You shave," I croaked, or at least pretended to croak as women really like seeing a guy overwhelmed.
"Oh, you noticed?" she said with no more emphasis as if I'd said I liked her sunglasses.
"Cool sunglasses."
"You like them?" she replied excitedly. "I bought them off the Internet from a fashion house in Paris. They're Italian and many of my girlfriends just rave about them. They make me feel so fashionable, so elegant and..."
