My wife and I had just returned to California after moving to Tennessee the previous February. Her mother had unexpectedly passed in late December. My wife, Kelly, out of her two other siblings, was chosen as the executor of her will and estate. Her sister lives in South America and her brother in Oregon. Her brother had been out of the picture for quite some time although he was now, after she was dead, interested in the affairs of the estate. Kelly and I had been the ones who had visited her mother most often, called her everyday and kept up a good rapport with her. Her mother was a handful, the town jokester and a fearless woman. She was loving though somewhat shallow in a worldly sense but wisely practical in most ways. If you went out to dinner with her she wouldn't sit still, she was up and about telling terrible jokes to anyone and everyone who would listen. She would even tell them if the folks didn't want to be bothered. This had gotten her kicked out of many a restaurant and warned in other places. Here's an example of the kind of jokes she would tell.
"Have you heard about the trial?" She would ask.
The person she was asking would invariably answer, usually seriously as they didn't know who she was or what she was up to,
"No! What trial?"
Kelly's mother would then say,
"The one where a skunk walked into the courtroom and the judge said "Odor in the court!"
Some would laugh. Others would groan. And many in the small town had already heard it a dozen times. She wouldn't pay attention to who was who so there lots of repeat "customers." There were other worse jokes and a few good ones. A few people had almost gotten violent with her. Others just angry, but most enjoyed her, tolerated, or even enjoyed her banter. She was stubborn as a mule but generous and thoughtful in her own strange way. She was tough. Her passing seemed like it happened pretty painlessly. She walked outside one day and just dropped dead. When we didn't hear from her one evening we started to wonder if she was okay but that had happened before. We had been going to bed early and decided not to call as it was still afternoon in California with the three hour time difference. The next morning we called and there was no answer. We called the fire department and asked if they could go check on her. They found her outside in her driveway. The strange thing about it all was that the year before a very similar thing occurred. We were still living in California at the time, about two and a half hours away near the coast. Her mom was not answering the phone. We knew it had been snowing where she lived. We called the fire department that time as well. They found her outside in the snow nearly frozen to death. She had terrible hypothermia. My wife went immediately to stay with her. We had been preparing to move to Tennessee and little did my wife know that when she left that day it would be the last time she would see the house we had lived in for nearly nine years. Nine is the number of completion. I ended up having to move everything myself.... Oh Lord!
So we arrived back in California in January. Luckily the winter was a wet one so the hills were green and beautiful, the peaks of the mountains were white with snow. We were tired of the dry, drought like conditions the state had been enduring. That's why we moved to Tennessee. That and the fact that California was pretty much going to shit. It was getting ludicrously expensive and most cities were just glorified homeless camps. I'm exaggerating only a little. We didn't enjoy the way the state had dealt with the very suspicious coronavirus ordeal. No lockdowns for us. We didn't change our lives at all. Of course we had to deal with all the craziness that came along with it and all of those who complied. We are health conscious people and caring people. That is not the way you handle a health "crisis." I still don't know anyone who actually died of it. Lots of folks, none that I know, died "with" it. I could write a dissertation but I'll spare you all of that. It isn't sexy.
When we arrived we just moved into Kelly's mom's house. We knew it well. Kelly grew up in it. Her parents had built it. It has beautiful views of the valley and mountains there. It's cozy but dated. It's very seventies style, which I like. We brought our two cats and they knew the place as well from earlier visits. They like it too. The town is a bit slow and isn't great in the area of food and drink though it is improving. It's a bit boring and the population, save for a few unique souls, is pretty beige, as in boring. Se la vie. We make do well anywhere. We were having a decent time after our grieving spell. It was strange at first to not have her mom around but liberating too. As I said she was a handful and you could get tired of her incessant nature after a few days. Now it was just peaceful. We settled into a routine. We'd take a four mile walk everyday, I'd do my pushups, one hundred a day, sometimes more, and some other little exercises. I had been doing lots of yoga as well, stretching, breathing. We had regular sexual sessions that were sensuous and delicious. I always want more, and I always want kinkier, but man oh man Kelly is a sexy lover so I am always thrilled to get her loving and she does get quite kinky for me. When in need it I can always ask her for an "appointment" and she'll lay down with me, lick my nipples and stroke my cock until I cum. That usually holds me over between the times we go further. Sometimes we have sex everyday. If not there's at least an appointment.
The amount of work Kelly had to do with her mother's estate was a substantial. Between setting up the funeral and getting all of her affairs in order it kind of began to consume her. There wasn't much I could do to help, it was all technical and financial stuff so, in a way, I was getting bored. My mind started to wander and fantasize. I have always fantasized about sharing Kelly with another man. Something about it really turns me on. I also consider myself bisexual and the thought of us doing it with an intriguing and sensual man gets my thoughts racing. We kind of started living in our own worlds for a bit. We'd come back together and all was fine but I was dying for some excitement. I would be happy with us just fantasizing together about wild happenings but her mind was elsewhere. I worked hard not to get resentful, which I can do and which is always a poor reaction. I managed to mainly stay out of that kind of thinking. We'd also talk about things which helped. These talks usually happened on our daily walks around the neighborhood, which, as I said, is beautiful.
One day we were walking and talking about the usual things that were going on in this strange interlude period of our lives, the house, details of the trust, all of the things that had to be done in order for us to move on for our eventual return to Tennessee. It was becoming routine and was frankly a bit redundant by this point. Once again I was craving some excitement but felt that it was somewhat futile to expect any. As we walked we left the main road and started up a side street that meanders through oaks and nice homes in one of my favorite parts of the area. We had run into a few people on our walks and had chatted with some of them who lived on the street. When we got to my favorite house, another seventies style pad that had lots of windows and many plants inside we saw a man in the yard pruning a couple of fruit trees. It happened to be a rare warm day for that time of year, in the sixties and without much wind which was rare in this place. He was a tall man, probably about my size, I am six foot three, and well built. He was shirtless and tan. He was a little sweaty and into the work he was doing. He had on some cut off shorts that accentuated his muscular thighs. He appeared to be in his late fifties, we are in our early fifties, with grey hair and a matching mustache of the same color. He had a handsome face. When he looked our way we said hello.
"Hello!" He replied. "How are you both?"
"We're good. Just taking our daily walk and enjoying the sunshine." Kelly replied.
He looked her up and down and grinned sweetly.
"Your walks look good on you both. It's nice to see some people who take care of themselves. They seem a rarity these days around here." He exclaimed.
"Well, it looks like you do pretty well in that department too. You have a nice tan for this time of year. You must be outside quite often." I said.
"Ya, well, being a widower, with no one to look after me I figure I might as well keep myself up. It's actually the best drug I know, though I do like a little wine here and there in the evenings." He said smoothly and confidently.
"We, as well, enjoy a bit of that in the evenings. I mainly do all this so I can enjoy my naughtier treats!" I laughed. "Otherwise I'll get in a funk, if you know what I mean."
