Chapter Four
THE LOST DECADES
Eighteen years.
Eighteen years. Presidents and Prime Ministers come and go. Fashions and fads peak and disappear into obscurity. Entertainers and athletes rise to high acclaim only to meld back into third-rate obscurity. The Internet and cellular telephones seemingly came out of the thin air, going from being an expensive novelty to a "must-have" essential.
But few notice changes as they actually happen. Most are more concerned with the mundane of day-to-day living, just making it from one year to the next. It is when they look back that it all hits them.
For the Elliot's eighteen years seemed almost fleeting. With no children to indulge, to absorb their time or mark the years, life was measured more in events than years.
Of the two, Sue Elliot changed the most. When she had first met David they both knew she had more than just a passing fancy towards other women. By the time they had left Australia it had progressed to an undeniable strong interest. At the passing of their first five years back in the states it was obvious and mutually accepted that Sue Elliot was bisexual with her strongest interest easily leaning to the lesbian side. Her enjoyment of and loyalty to David never subsided but all interest in any outside relationship became purely female.
Several things had emerged by that time. One, it came as a surprise to David and maybe even Sue that, given the right opportunity, she had a tremendous head for business. Even stranger still, her real strength was the ability to carefully cultivate the talents of those around her. Rather than being the bitch that all who previously knew her would have imagined, she actually had a gentle touch with others that made them very dedicated to her. Without fail, those dedicated associates were richly rewarded. Almost nobody left their organization without regret and it was almost always because life changes forced them to geographical locations too far away.
The other surprise was the target of Sue's lesbian desires. She had an insatiable appetite for young wives who were having trouble at home. She had a sensual knack for detecting the situation of these disappointed attractive wives but, rather than openly soliciting, she instead just watched and waited. Both in and out of her business life, she found that these unsatisfied young brides would eventually "open up" to her. She would patiently wait it out before it was time that she gently intervened, offering the unprepared spouse soft caresses and understanding conversations that turned sexual. Their charms were often relinquished to Sue before they fully realized they were being led down that forbidden road.
However, none complained. Sue found that taking advantage of these submissive brides was easier and much more exciting, their delectably innocence much less a risk than dealing with open lesbians who would consider it so natural as not to keep it in confidence. In all those years, as far as David and Sue knew, she never once had one of these dozens of partners break the confidence of their intimacy. It wasn't as great a risk as it would seem. How many "straight" married women were going to come out and announce to the world they had been involved in a one time lesbian affair?
Most of them were one-night stands, others three or four times at the most. Of those that lasted more than twice, inevitably Sue would offer David a chance to join. Never forcing the issue, it was understood that if she brought a lady home and left the bedroom door open during their activity it meant he was invited to join.
Never once did they have an unsatisfied customer. If any one of the ladies were reaching a point of being concerned about their lesbian tendencies with Sue, David and his rampaging cock jolted them back to reality. Many an unknowing young husband became the grateful recipient of sexual charms awakened by the Elliot's.
Oh, yes! In most cases these wandering young wives found it much to their liking to return to their husband's bed. Once they had either fed the outside experience for which they were looking or had their sexuality completely awakened and then saturated they would quietly slide back into their married life where they would safely and erotically extract new pleasures from their astonished mate.
Through all this, David changed but little. The scandal in Australia had taught them both a humiliating and expensive lesson. Now he was very careful where he put his cock and the suggestive prodding from Sue completely stopped.
Financially, the startup venture to which he was banned with no chance for success quickly turned very profitable. Although David worked hard at it he was always very quick to give Sue a lot of credit for their success. It never ceased to amaze him how quickly she could look at a problem and quickly see through the haze for the obvious solution. As a reward for Sue pleasing him both with her financial brilliance and absolutely wonderful sexual adventures David let her have full independence with her life.
Like Sue, David had the resources and created the time to keep physically fit. On a rare occasion Sue would cheat, allowing her fantastic chiseled features to be enhanced with the skillful hands of a top paid surgeon. Not David. He felt that he would just optimize the gifts God gave him, working out at least three times a week and watching carefully each aspect of his lifestyle.
In short, David and Sue Elliot easily qualified as some of the West Coast's "beautiful people." At age forty he appeared to be a well-honed thirty-year-old. When she reached that same age Sue easily passed for late twenties.
Through all this, however, there was still a lost world out there. As interesting and rewarding as their California lives were there was still a home they had left...a country they both really considered home.
For Sue, it was mostly the difference in quality of life. In those first few years in Australia she had developed a casual indifferent attitude concerning the clean air and the relatively crime free lifestyle. Once it became apparent that their business had them financially set for life, her mind drifted back to "down under" almost on a daily basis. David saw a little of it but was totally surprised when she subscribed to a Sydney newspaper over the Internet. After that, it wasn't a bit unusual for the two of them to pore over the ads for upper class homes along the Australian coastline.
For David, thoughts of Australia went much deeper. It didn't hang over him at all times, didn't lie on his mind constantly. But still, there were times that he reminisced about something, allowing an erotic fog to penetrate his thoughts.
Roslyn Faber. The innocence of her, the challenge. And, best of all, the rewards. He closed his eyes at times and remembered what a wonderful fuck she was! He often wondered what she was doing, what she looked like in her later years. He smiled ruefully. He already knew the answer. How could he expect her to look like anything except a middle-aged mother of two? In her busy life, did she ever think of him?
If David had been able to connect those thoughts with a phone line, a secret letter, and later over the Internet, he may have gotten an answer. Roslyn thought of him often. Of the four friends, her memories of the past were the most detailed. While the others allowed their memories to fade somewhat, it took only the wisp touches of her fingertips to revive vivid thoughts of David. It wasn't that she didn't love or enjoy Glenn...their love never ceased. It was just that Glenn had unwittingly allowed her to unleash a desire that he could never personally fulfill.
In Ros's mind that gift was that of David Elliot's and David alone. A gift that was forever gone except in her erotic memory.
She could have gone looking if she had wanted. If David had wondered how she looked there was an answer. Good!! Damned good!
When she was thirty she took a part time job at the local high school. Once they found that she played tennis the administration quickly tapped her for a tennis coaching vacancy. The pay barely covered the cost of her sexy tennis attires but it made her part of the little circle of school coaches. The side benefit was their encouragement for her to participate in a year round demanding physical training program.
Roslyn Faber was fit! Extremely so. Even though she didn't have the hard chiseled body of Sue Elliot she still went into her early forties sporting two attractive teenage daughters who for years gleefully complained about their boyfriends stealing glances at "old" Mom. Roslyn not only wore a bikini at forty-five but looked damned good in it! Her soft curves advertised an experienced woman who could make any man forget all women who had come before her.
Roslyn Faber was a "hot" momma with a hot pussy. One was obvious. One was carefully hidden.
And then there was Glenn. Good old Glenn! Possibly the most loved man in the neighborhood.
Glenn loved the boats. He loved fishing. However, other than a rich tan neither did much for physical appearance. He was successful enough. Between he and Ros they could afford a nice enough home and a small boat. His kids thought he hung the moon. It's just that he didn't physically keep up with his loving wife. She didn't mind, paying it little attention.
Others noticed. This was obviously one of those cases where a wife had been physically rewarded in comparison to her husband. On occasion, a male acquaintance would try her out, testing the water to see if she were available. When they saw this really attractive woman married to a nice guy whose physical appearance hadn't quite kept up with her they couldn't help but wonder if there was a vast difference in their sexual appetites as well.
On rare occasions, they had at least some results. Over the years there were times that Roslyn relented and allowed herself to be involved in some light petting. Always limited to the mouth and hands, it stimulated more than satisfied. Although she never allowed a cock inside her there were a few isolated times that some man who was very special at the moment would be allowed to almost bring her off with slow fingers and a gifted kiss.
Always, without fail, these isolated little petting incidents were preceded by two or three weeks of a sexual "funk" of her reminiscing about David Elliot. At times those erotic thoughts of David not only dropped her defenses but also primed her for another man's advances.
