Author's note: This is a sequel to "Pernilla does Padjelanta", to understand it fully you should read that first but it isn't necessary. This story is a product of my imagination written for my enjoyment and hopefully yours. It contains incest so if you don't like sort of thing that please don't read any further.
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When I turned fifty I didn't think much of it, just another birthday, just another day.
My friend and former girlfriend, Jenny turned fifty nearly two years later and I could see that it was a big deal for her, she dated younger and younger men but they quickly disappeared. My guess is that they were after a quick screw and not a lasting relationship, but then, maybe that was what Jenny wanted as well. After her birthday she was down for a while but then she bounced back to her normal self.
Pernilla still looked much younger than her years, I thought that she looked to be in her mid thirties. I first noticed that we were having problems shortly after her forty-eighth birthday but I guess that they had been building up for a while.
In the beginning of our relationship Pernilla claimed that I owed her fifty orgasms for the sex she had missed out on while we hiked together and it became a bit of fun between us, a debt that I never managed to work off, no matter how hard I tried. Pernilla suddenly absolved me of my debt, it was childish she said. I was surprised to say the least but when I took stock I realised that much of the fun had gone out of out marriage and our sex life.
Standing in front of the mirror I took a close look and compared myself to our honeymoon photos. Not too bad I thought, a bit flabby but better than most, much too pale and tired though. It was time to improve my game if I wanted to keep my wife interested.
My boss understood when I said that I wanted to cut back on my hours. He also thought it was a good idea to ease me into retirement and train up my replacements, not to mention reducing his payroll. We agreed that I would cut back my hours slowly until I was down to five hours a day, four days a week. The first cut gave me an extra hour at lunch to spend at the gym, it was hard at first but I got rid of most of the flab. Healthier lunches didn't hurt either and I even began to enjoy them.
I took photos before I began so that I could check my progress and I could see a definite improvement. Unfortunately, as far as I could tell Pernilla did not. My extra energy was wasted as she quickly went to sleep most nights.
Pernilla quietly ignored her forty-ninth birthday. She accepted my gift but refused to consider any celebration. On her birthday she was colder than ever towards me, coming to bed late and leaving for work the next morning before I arose.
Our union had been blessed quite early with two wonderful children, Mark, now twenty and Pia who turned eighteen while I was trying to change my lifestyle. Mark understood a bit of what was going on and tried to help me with my training. We spent many hours running and cycling together. Sometimes Pia would run with us as well but she mainly helped me with my tan and my wardrobe. Her taste in clothes was impeccable and I started looking younger, I felt dashing and debonair, at least until my wife came home.
It was about this time that I noticed that a friend of a friend of Mark's often visited and spent more time with Pernilla than with those of his own age. I didn't mean to spy on Pernilla but I noticed lunches on her credit card when I couldn't recall her mentioning anything. Jenny knew something I'm sure but she didn't want to betray a confidence. I interpreted her answers to mean that Pernilla wanted to have fun but that she felt that she needed young companions to do so.
I didn't want to lose Pernilla but I took our relationship very seriously and I didn't want her to be in it against her will. Many years earlier I had come to the conclusion that she would leave me one day and that I should enjoy all the time I had with her. Dragging out a failing marriage wasn't going to be enjoyable for anyone and so we talked.
"I know that you haven't been happy with me for some time now. I've tried to change but I guess that it was just too little and too late. Jenny has agreed to stay here and let you stay in her flat for a month, whatever happens there stays there. If you don't want to come back at the end of the month we can get a divorce."
"OK, just remember that all this talk of divorce was your idea. You've always had too many rules, especially rules about how a wife should act. I am who I am, not your idea of who or what I should be. A month away from this prison sounds like fun, for the first time in twenty years I can do what I want to without you judging me! Maybe you can practise taking life as it comes while I'm away. Maybe then I'll feel like coming back!"
Pernilla moved out on the following weekend and Jenny moved into the spare room. Pernilla's remarks left little doubt in my mind that she was probably gone for good.
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Pia surprised me a few days later by suggesting that I might like some female companionship. She had explained that I had a free month to her friends and a few had expressed interest in helping me forget my problems. Mark thought that a couple of the girls he knew might be interested as well. Jenny felt that she had a prior claim to my time and Pia finished the list by proclaiming herself available as well.
I was going to say that it wasn't me who had the free month but then I decided to take things as they came and have a little harmless fun. Jenny, Mark and Pia demanded the first three evenings and after that I was available to any girl who called.
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My date with Jenny started with dinner which we finished in time for a movie. Jenny thought that a DVD at home would be more fun though, more like old times. Sitting on the couch watching a comedy certainly reminded me of the days when we were a couple. I didn't resist when she put my arm around her nor when she moved my hand to her breast, I should have but it felt good to hold a woman who wanted me to hold her. Somehow we ended up kissing but I wasn't going to go any further, I hadn't done so all those years ago and I wasn't going to do so now either.
"Once more, for old times sake?"
"I'm sorry Jenny but I can't cheat on Pernilla, she's still my wife."
"At least let me feel your hands on me, please."
If I didn't derive any satisfaction from helping a friend was I cheating? It seemed a solution to my dilemma, admittedly I was in a gray zone but I felt that at worst I was passively cheating rather than actively doing so.
I drew Jenny onto my lap so that she stradled my legs. She unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her breasts to me. Despite more than twenty years I still remembered how she liked me to play with her breasts and nipples. I slipped her panties to one side and then two fingers into her very wet pussy. She pressed her clitoris against my thumb and I stroked it as gently as I could. It didn't take long for her to reach her climax and I kept my fingers in place as she came down.
"That was good but not nearly enough. I hope there will be a lot more when you are through with Pernilla."
From the doorway I heard Pia's voice.
"Now I know what I have to look forward to on my date daddy. I'm going to want a lot more later as well but being stroked like that will be a good start."
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Fortunately the next night belonged to Mark as I was not at all looking forward to being alone with Pia. We went to Akkurat, a pub known for it's selection of beers, ales and whiskeys. I sat drinking a Real Ale wondering why I didn't do it more often when two female friends of Mark's came over and began chatting with us. After a while Mark asked for my appointment book and wrote their names in for days that suited them. When they left a couple more came over but that time I only got one name pencilled in. That was how it went all evening, in the end I had ten dates. I apologised to Mark, explaining that I had planned to devote some quality time to him but his opinion was that the quality of the time we had together wasn't diminished by female companionship, especially as he'd gotten a few phone numbers himself. He was right in a way, we had had a good time and I had gotten to know him better, not so much as a son though, more as a man.
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I was off balance with Pia right from the beginning. When she came into the living room it was just like seeing her mother again as I had more than twenty years before.
