Phil Trapp sipped his cup of Keurig hazelnut coffee as he went through his list of emails sent to him since the bank he worked at closed up the previous night at 5. He had 105 emails on the list, but he knew he could count on about half of them being complete junk and having nothing to do with banking.
How many emails can that fucking gecko send out each day, he wondered?
Maybe it was the coffee or maybe it was the fact that it was Friday morning, but Phil was in a chipper mood. He glanced at the clock on the wall: six hours and 53 minutes to go for the week. Add in about 90 minutes drive time, and before dark he would be in the arms of his loving wife of 26 years, Rawley, for the first time since before he left for work on Monday morning.
Rawley was now spending almost all of her time at the couple's lake house near Lake Tippecanoe, in northeast Indiana. She had done this for the past two summers, and the couple decided to extend it to include this summer. Phil would go back and forth from their Fort Wayne-area home to work during the week and join Rawley for the weekends, going up on Friday night and heading back to Fort Wayne on Monday morning.
Rawley and Phil officially been empty-nesters for two years, ever since their younger son graduated from Michigan State University. With neither of the kids home anymore, Rawley spent about a month walking around depressed and alone in their empty Fort Wayne home before she suggested she stay at the lake house on a permanent basis in the summer. If she was going to be alone most of the time, she might as well be at the lake house where she could swim and hang out at the beach.
Phil certainly missed her, but he could get along well enough by himself during the week and take care of the lawn and other projects.
Phil and Rawley had owned the cottage for 10 years. When the boys were in school, the family spent many a weekend at the three-bedroom home. Then Jeff graduated and got a job two states away, and finally Robbie graduated and got a job on the West Coast. It was quiet in the house and quiet at the cottage.
Phil was glad his wife got to enjoy herself at the lake while he was working. He was very pleased when she retired a few years ago, and when she suggested she just stay at the lake house and he drive up for the weekends, he was in favor. Isn't that what a lake house is for: for them to enjoy it as much as possible, he thought?
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"Glad you're back fulltime. It will make things so much easier for everybody," Glenn Zahm told Rawley over lunch at the lake house on a Thursday afternoon. "It's so much easier when we don't have to facilitate meetings and sneak around."
"A little inconvenience to keep everything kosher," Rawley replied with a coy smile.
"Well, finish up that salad and let's see how you like
my
kosher salami," Zahm said with an evil leer on his face.
Rawley raised her eyebrows and pretended to look shocked. She then got off her kitchen stool, walked slowly to Zahm, unzipped his pants as he stood and reached inside.
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"Hey, Babe. Miss me?" Phil asked Rawley Friday as he was leaving the bank to get lunch.
"Y-yes, Baby. I wasn't expecting your call," she answered with a slight hesitation. She stopped moving and put her palm softly on the chest of the man she was riding cowgirl. He quickly caught on and stopped moving under the curvy blonde.
"I figured you wouldn't call and just meet me here at 6:30 or so," Rawley continued.
Phil caught the slight hesitation in Rawley's voice but didn't spend more than a moment worrying about it. He was just pleased to hear his wife's voice.
"Just wanted to say 'hey.' God, I've missed you. I forgot how tough this was the last two years," he said.
"Calm down now, Big Boy. You'll be here in just a few hours," she said.
"I know. Just needed to hear you. See you soon, Babe. Love you."
"Love you, too."
Rawley ended the call and tossed the phone on the bed. She grinned at the man underneath her, put both hands on his chest, rose up and then slid down, repeating the action again and again.
"Sorry for the interruption." She smiled down on the man. "You know how possessive husbands can be sometimes."
"Yes, I do," he smiled back at her, reaching up to fondle her large boobs.
The pair gradually picked up speed and got into a strong rhythm for about 15 minutes before the man groaned, grunted and shot what Rawley considered to be a large load of cum inside her wet, warm pussy.
"Ooh, somebody sure missed me," she cooed.
Ten minutes later Rawley folded several $100 bills into the pocket of her short robe, gave the man a quick kiss on his cheek and closed the door behind him.
The Trapps' cottage was the only one on the winding street. It was located a couple of blocks away from the more expensive homes on the beach. It was fairly easy to get into and out of the street without being seen by too many people.
Rawley headed for the master bath to get herself clean and ready for her husband. She knew, however, that after five days away from her, she could probably leave Mark Washington's smell all over her and Phil would never even catch it. He would walk in the door and she would be on her back within five minutes. Still, she knew there was no reason to ever take that chance by being stupid or careless.
Rawley timed dinner for 7:30; after the couple had their reunion sex. Rawley gave Phil every ounce of herself. She truly loved her husband and physically rejoiced in their joining.
The couple woke entwined on Saturday morning. Phil let his fingers do the walking south, and five minutes later Rawley was wet and panting. He started making circles around her hot button and then latched on to her right nipple with his teeth. When he pulled back on the nipple, Rawley screamed and started flopping around like a fish out of water.
Phil kept working his fingers through Rawley's strong orgasm and was rewarded as she exploded a second time. He slowed his work as she rode out the second climax, then restarted immediately. Orgasm number three followed soon after, before Rawley tapped out.
The pair showered and went to a local restaurant for lunch. Several people waved at Rawley as she and Phil took a seat. Phil noted that she was fast becoming part of the community.