The days seemed to speed rapidly by as the calendar approached the Wednesday that Shari had insisted that I agree too her date. I was a bit better physically but my surgical procedure was far from being heeled. I was able to sit up and move around the house somewhat on my own, but I did not stray far from the bedroom without assistance.
The fear of falling was uppermost in my mind as I moved about. Shari took splendid care of me and would escort me down the stairs to dinner and then back up again. This was about all the exercise I could withstand.
On Wednesday afternoon, Shari began making preparations for going out on her date. She chose her clothes from the closet and would then try them on to gage my reaction. I was trying very hard not to assist, as I was not absolutely sure about this.
I was having second thoughts. I didn't know either of Gerry's friends. I had Telephoned Gerry early on in the week and asked him to tell me about them.
Gerry said that; "they were both young Jet Mechanics and that they were nice guys. They were just looking for a bit of fun and Shari had provided them with a great deal of it."
Gerry ended our conversation by telling me that it had been Shari's idea.
He started to tell me something else and realized that he was not suppose too, so he said, "I gotta go!" It was not what Gerry said; it was what he had not said that made me somewhat apprehensive.
As I lay there on the bed watching her dress and undress in different outfits, gauging how she looked in the full length mirror, I could not help admiring her thin but curvaceous figure and her auburn hair as she put it into different style Do's. Her breasts were standing at attention without any assistance.
I came to the realization that within a matter of a few hours she was going to be fucked by three cocks and in many different positions. What I hadn't considered was that they're might be more than three for her to play with.
The appointed hour arrived and she gave me a kiss and said that she would be home before morning. I told her that the children would want to know where she was going.
I asked her; "what she was going to tell them?"
She said, "I am going to tell them that I am going out with my friend Pam."
She and Pam often got together for an afternoon of shopping or just hanging out.
I said, "That will work. We both need to be on the same page with our story so they don't get the idea that something else is going on."
It was about a year later when I found out that our children were no dummies and for the most part had things figured out.
Shari again kissed me and told me, "not to worry so much." With that, she picked up her jacket and placed it over her arm.
She looked absolutely beautiful in the outfit that she had chosen. She was wearing a purple mini-skirt with thigh high sheer stockings and a garter belt. She wore no panties. Her breasts were encased in a purple bra and a sheer white blouse with fluffy sleeves. She wore a strand of pearls about her neck and small pearls in each ear. A pair of white ankle high boots that had very high heels set off the ensemble.
I asked her, "Why the bra?"
"To give them a little more to do to unwrap the package." She said, and winked at me.
She descended the stairs and spoke briefly with the children. She told them, "Take care of your Dad. I am going out with Pam and we are going to go shopping and maybe a movie. I will probably be home late so you need to go to bed when it's time and be good."
She then kissed them goodbye and walked out into the garage. I soon heard the car start and I saw as she backed out and turned down the street I checked the time, it was 5:00 PM.
