Lord What Fools...

I drove to the airport Hilton; I didn't know where else to go and I knew that I needed someplace to park myself, at least for a few days.

I left most of my stuff in the car, checked in and collapsed on the bed in the room. I felt so fucking tense, I thought I was going to have a stroke. Thank goodness no one was taking my blood pressure at that moment, they would have called 911 pronto.

"Gene McNally" I suddenly thought to myself. Gene owned a successful real estate office in town and I knew him fairly well from the club. Yeah, he belonged to the same club since he lived in our development.

I moved over to the phone, checked with information, and hoped that he would be in on a Saturday. Luck was with me, the person who answered the phone told me that he was in and transferred the call.

"Gene, this is Paul Rieger, you busy right now?" I began.

"Hey Paul, good to hear from you. How have you been?"

"Look Gene, it looks like I'm going to need a place to move to. One bedroom, two bedroom, I really don't care, but I would like to have it fairly close to work. Can you help?"

There was silence on the phone for a moment. "Shit, Paul. I can't tell you how sorry I am." It didn't take Gene long to figure out where I was coming from.

"Yeah, Gene. Shit happens. Can you help me?" I asked again.

"Paul, is this, maybe, for just a few days or weeks? If so I can probably find something for you, or you can just use a place like Extended Stay or Residence Inn."

"Gene," I explained calmly. "I need a more permanent place. Do you understand?"

"Shit. Yeah, I understand. Give me your number, I'll get back to you in an hour or so. Stay there, I have something in mind that may be for you."

True to his word, Gene called back in an hour.

"Paul, I have something in which you might be interested, but...."

"Ok, Gene, what's the but.....?"

"You would have to sign a yearly lease, but I think it's worth looking at. The kicker is, of course, that yearly lease. Are you sure you want to see it?"

"This afternoon ok, Gene?" I asked calmly. Sweat had broken out on my forehead.

"I'll pick you up in an hour, Paul," replied Gene.

We drove to an impressive high rise apartment building within walking distance to my office. We rode the elevator is silence. Gene just didn't know what to say to me and I didn't really want any conversation.

He unlocked the door to a unit on the 23rd floor and we entered. Shit, , the place was amazing, like something out of a design magazine. Gene showed me around to two bedrooms, two marble and glass bathrooms, a private wraparound balcony, you get the idea. To top it off, the place was completely furnished, down to a complete kitchen and towels and linens. It seems that the owner was living in Europe and wanted the place leased for a year. He would decide later if the lease was renewable. I didn't ask how much. I just turned to Gene and told him to draw up the lease papers. This place would do me fine. I think you get the idea that I'm far from poor. I didn't care what the place ran, I could afford it.

I was in my new digs by Monday morning and unpacked and settled in by Monday afternoon. Oh, yes - my cell phone had been a little busy on Sunday. Emily had called three times. I didn't answer. The fourth call I answered.

I didn't let her speak, I attacked. "Are you still fucking him"?

I knew who "him" was but I really didn't give a shit. The very fact that she was unfaithful was enough. I didn't want details, I didn't want to know how it began, I sure as hell didn't want a blow by blow description of how they fucked. My stomach heaved at the thought.

There was silence on the phone. I hung up before she could reply. She didn't call again.

The next few days were busy at the office, thank goodness. It didn't give me a lot of time to think. What the fuck was there to think about anyway. Like, how is Emily doing? Is she ok? Is she still seeing and fucking her boyfriend?

On Friday afternoon I called Terry Oldham, my lawyer. Terry is one of my oldest friends. We both started at my firm at about the same time, he in the legal department, and we became buddies for some reason. You couldn't meet a nicer guy. Emily and I had become close with Terry and his wife Julie. He left the company about ten years ago and had opened his own practice.

I told him to start divorce proceedings. There was dead silence on the phone. I was getting kind of used to that.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" he grated. "Get your ass over here now. I'm clearing the rest of the day."

Half an hour later I was seated in front of Terry's desk. He got up and motioned me to the couch in his office. He moved to the bar and mixed us both a couple of drinks.

Looking over to me, he muttered, "I think we're both going to need some Dutch courage." Seating himself, he stared at me and said, "Ok, begin at the beginning, don't leave anything out."

I took a large swallow of the scotch. "Emily has been cheating. I confronted her and she told me to drop dead. You want to know anything else?" I added a bit sarcastically.

"Knock it off, Paul. Don't be a wise ass, I've known you too long. Why don't you start from the beginning. Whatever triggered this off didn't start now. Give me some background."

I sighed, I was getting good at that. So I went back and told Terry how things had deteriorated in my house. We couldn't seem to get along anymore. It was difficult for Emily to even talk without some smart aleck remark. I would also often snap at her for nothing. We were both at our wits end. Then I discovered that she had been cheating. I told him that I didn't know how long it's been going on.

"Paul, do you know, or are you guessing? If you're just guessing you could be making a huge mistake,"

"Terry, I know, ok? I know. There is no doubt. Look, the reason I came to you is that I anticipate no problem with this divorce. Emily will be taken care of very nicely. She won't have any money worries. She can maintain her lifestyle and she will be able to fuck anyone she wants without worrying about me." I said bitterly.

Terry just looked at me and shook his head sadly. "Paul, at the very least, let me talk to Emily. No, don't get your balls in an uproar, all I want to do is talk to her. If I'm going to represent you, I'll have to speak with her anyway."

I just shrugged, rose, shook his hand and left.

Three days later Terry called and asked me to stop drop over to his office when I finished for the day. I told him that I would and didn't ask any questions.

He had an solemn look on his face. "I spoke with Emily, Paul. She didn't seem surprised and she told me that she would go along with anything you wanted in terms of a final settlement. I tried to get her to discuss your problems, but she was tight lipped. She refused to engage in any discussion."

"Doesn't surprise me one bit. File the necessary papers, Terry. I want this over with as soon as possible."

Terry nodded, looked at me searchingly, and then asked, "Do you still love her, Paul?

The question threw me and I sat silently for a moment. I really hadn't given that any thought recently.

"I truly don't know, Terry. I am so fucked up emotionally that I don't know how I feel. No, strike that. I know that I feel hurt, humiliated, betrayed - you know, all the things that a husband feels when he finds his wife has been unfaithful. But it's not only that, although "that" is bad enough.

"It's gotten to the point that we just can't seem to get along. Living with her was really getting to me. The tension, the stress, the gulf that had opened between us - it was just too much. Do I love her? Yeah, I guess I do - it's just that I can't live with her.

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So that's how it all ended and I still don't really know why. How could two people, so happy and so in love with each other, suddenly find themselves in this kind of situation?

Telling my daughters almost tore me apart. They had already spoken with their mother and were terribly anxious to fly home and speak with us in person. Emily, it seems, had emphasized that that would not be a good idea. I told them the same thing and promised that we would get together soon. I finally placated them and told them that I would be in touch with them as frequently as before. They hadn't lost their father.

I spent the next few months totally immersed in my work. I became obsessed with my job, to the exclusion of anything else. Sales increased dramatically and I was the golden boy of the company. I was also making a ton of money that I really had no use for. What was I going to spend it on, a bigger headstone?

The divorce became final a couple of months later and life moved on. Approximately six months after the final decree I decided that I would take a few months and visit every sales team we had in the country. The CEO knew why I suggested this and he didn't put up any objections. He knew it would help me emotionally and he also knew that it would probably be very good for the bottom line.

The next two or three months were spent on the road. I would return every few weeks to check in, and then be off again. It also gave me the opportunity to see my daughters and reassure them that I was ok and that things would work out. Yeah, work out for Emily and I, but apart.

I really think that my job saved my sanity. I may hate to admit it, but I missed Emily, I missed her terribly. Even with the bickering and the tension, I realized that I still loved her. But that wasn't going to allow me to get past her adultery, that I could not, just could not forgive. You may think me an old fashioned ass, but to me it was a total betrayal of our love and our marriage. How long has she been screwing this guy? How could I ever trust her again? I would just have to get over her, one way or another.

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Now here's where my life took an interesting turn. I had made it a practice, when I was in town, to stop at a watering hole on the way home from the office. It was a small, sophisticated spot with a upscale clientele. A small scotch and water always seemed to help end the day.

Halfway down the bar sat a couple; he was halfway to being drunk out of his mind and the woman he was with was obviously more than upset. He was pawing at her and she was trying unsuccessfully to keep her clothes on

I heard her hiss at him, "You bastard, keep your hands to yourself," as she again removed his hand from her jacket covered breast.

So help me, to this day I don't know why I did what I did. I walked over and just kicked the bar stool out from under him. He went down quickly, hitting his head on the edge of the bar. Looking at him sprawled on the floor I turned and looked at Joe, the bartender.

"Joe, it looks like this guy had an accident. You had better call the cops, or an ambulance."

Joe looked at me and smiled. "Yeah, I saw him slip right off his stool. Guess he had a few too many," he said as he moved to check on the ass's breathing. He then called 911.

I turned to the woman who was staring at me with her mouth open. I muttered, "Look, I'm sorry, miss. I guess I shouldn't have acted so precipitously, but..........."

She interrupted, "Sorry? Sorry? I owe you big time. Please, let me buy you a drink, and no, I'm not a hooker," she smiled broadly.

She led me to a table and, shaking my hand, introduced herself. "My name is Kathy Gitane and that asshole is an intern at the hospital where I'm an administrator. It looks like he gets smashed after two drinks and I really do appreciate your intervention."

I was examining her as she spoke. Very, very nice. Average height, nice figure from what I could see. Age? hmmm, in her late 30s, I would guess. Dark brown hair, brown eyes. Yes, a very nice package.

We had a drink and a nice chat, interrupted only by a team of paramedics who came in and toted away someone who had fallen from his bar stool.

I told her my name and we spent a very enjoyable hour just telling each other a bit about ourselves. It seemed that she was also a divorcee, and was, after two years, still coping with being a single again. Yep, her ex was a skirt chaser and after his third fall from grace, she had had enough and dumped him. No children, it seemed she couldn't have any. I gave her the condensed version of my background and we then moved on to less sensitive topics.

I liked her, she was interesting to talk with and very easy on the eyes. We made arrangements to meet again the next day for a drink and it got to be a regular thing. After our third "date" I asked her to dinner and she accepted. After our third "dinner date", I was asked to come back to her apartment for a drink.

You know what's coming next? Yeah, it's kind of obvious. Don't think that I had been totally celibate after my divorce. I had the occasional date and occasional piece of ass, but certainly not as frequently as I may have wanted. But I was now older, yeah, I had "celebrated" my 50th birthday, and while I still had lust in my heart, not getting laid on a regular basis was not driving me up a wall. At least I told myself that.

Kathy had a nice place. It wasn't frilly and feminine, at least not overly so. It looked functional, but not very personal, almost as if she hadn't wanted to spend a lot of time decorating.

She made us drinks and we sat on the sofa. Turning to me, she leaned over and kissed me softly.

"Let's cut to the chase, Paul. I want you, and I hope that you want me. But please remember, it's been awhile for me, so let's take it nice and slow. Is that alright?"

I smiled and nodded. Taking her in my arms I started to nibble at her ear and then down to her neck, nuzzling her. She had on a silk blouse and linen skirt, cut just above the knee. As my lips moved to hers, I moved my hand and gently cupped the underside of her breast. I head her let out a sudden breath of air and felt her press her breast to my hand.

While kissing and nibbling, I unbuttoned her blouse and slowly removed it from her shoulders. Her breasts, quite ample, strained against the fabric of her lacy bra. I allowed my fingers to gently toy with her nipple, which was now quite erect and then my hand moved to her back and I unfastened the bra and let it fall from her.

Her breasts were full and milky white. The areolas were a pale beige as were her nipples which were jutting up at me. I lowered my head and softly kissed each one. I could hear Kathy breathing heavily as I laved the points of her breasts. I suddenly felt her hips shift and realized that she had unzipped her skirt and was now slipping it off her legs.

I placed my hand on her leg, just below the juncture of her thighs and felt the heat emanating from her sex. Slowly moving my hand I covered her mound and felt that her panties were moist, she was obviously very aroused. I moved my finger lightly along the crease of her vulva and felt her become even wetter.

Startled, I felt her hand on my zipper which she quickly lowered. Reaching in, she extracted my cock which was leaking like crazy, and covered the head with her palm.

"Paul, please let me" she pleaded unnecessarily.

With that she unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and lowered them and my shorts to my knees. Bending, she kissed the head of my cock, tonguing the small slit which was now leaking a torrent of fluid. She then engulfed the head and sucked gently.

Slowly she continued her downward descent until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. Fortunately, I am of average size, so she didn't seem to have a problem taking me so deeply.

I lay back and just luxuriated in her ministrations. She slowly worked her way up and down my cock, licking, nibbling and sucking. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, when.....

Ooops, yeah, you guessed it. I couldn't hold back - that would have been a physical impossibility. I tried to warn her, but she just jammed her mouth down firmly and allowed me to ejaculate into her. I thought that the top of my head would explode, I came so hard; but she wasn't finished with me. She held me in her mouth until I sank back with an exhalation of total exhaustion. I suddenly felt really embarrassed.

"Kathy," I began. "I'm really sorry, I really didn't mean........."

"Shhhhh, shhhhh," she soothed. "Don't worry, Paul. I wanted this. Knowing that I aroused you to that extent is a total turn on for me. It's a real ego booster."

"I usually have much more control than that," I said. "But, you're right, how could any man not lose control with a woman like you. You are really something special."

Kathy smiled at me and suddenly rose and took my hand.

"Now it's time to take this to a more appropriate room," she teased, and with that led me to her bedroom and the large bed that awaited us. We quickly shed our remaining clothing.

Lying with her nestled to my side, I said softly, "It may take a little while for me to be able to perform again."

Inside my head I was praying that the "little while" would not be a day or two. I was very aware that I was now over 50, not 20.

"We have all night, Paul," Kathy murmured into my neck. She had taken my very flaccid penis into her hand and was slowly stroking me. While I realized that that organ was going to be out of commission for awhile, I had other resources that could be utilized, if you get my meaning.

I rose on an elbow and kissed her passionately. My lips traveled down to her neck where they spent a few delightful minutes nuzzling and nibbling again. I took my time exploring that area just above her breasts until she took my head and brought my lips to the nipple of her left breast. I didn't need any more encouragement. I licked, gently bit and suckled to my heart's content. Not to cause any jealousy, I spent an equal amount of time with her other breast.

I don't know how much time had passed, but I suddenly became aware of Kathy breathing heavily and moaning softly. I paused in my adoration of her bosum and allowed my mouth to travel down to her belly button. I spent some time just playing orally with that delightful cavity. Kathy was now writhing and gasping.

"Shit," she moaned. "Enough Paul. You're driving me crazy," and with that she took my head and brought it forcibly down to her pudenda.

She was sopping wet, her juices flowing freely and running down the crack of her ass. I quickly inserted my tongue between her lips and moved it up to her clitoris. I found the little nub and laved it gently. Kathy tensed, her thighs gripped my head almost painfully.

Her body rose, supported only by her shoulders and the heels of her feet. Despite her thighs that were clamped against my ears, I heard her keening, in the throes of a massive orgasm. She remained in that frozen position for quite awhile before she suddenly fell back to the bed, gasping for breath. She reached for me and moved into my arms. I saw the tears that were flowing down her cheeks.

I smiled, suddenly proud of myself. I held her gently and stroked her hair. It didn't take long before she was fast asleep. We slept through the night, in each others arms.

The next morning I awoke to discover Kathy lying next to me, gently playing with my cock which was fully erect and leaking.

"Well, you're finally awake," she teased. "I thought that Mr. Big down there would rouse you earlier."

Mr. Big, I wondered? What Mr. Big? Believe me, I am very average in size and I also don't believe that guys with monster cocks necessarily make better lovers than my "Mr. Big."

"If you're trying to inflate my ego, it's working," I laughed. "Mr. Big, as you so kindly call him is, I'm happy to say, very eager to continue. Should we take up where we left off last night?"

"Yep," Kathy murmured into my neck, "but first into the shower. Come, join me."

Did you ever notice how much fun it is to shower with a beautiful naked woman. I know, the question is purely rhetorical. It doesn't require an answer.