Thanks to Karen for her editing skills. TSG
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Present Day:
"Knock, knock," came the sing-song voice.
I looked up from my poolside lounge chair. Sue Wilson, a neighbor from around the corner is leaning against the white picket entrance to my backyard pool. Her pearl white smile lights the evening sky. She holds two Corona beers in one hand and a small cooler in the other.
"I didn't want to drink alone and took the chance that you'd be unwinding by the pool. May I join you?"
Without waiting for an answer, Sue glides across the pool's patio. She is a tall woman and stands 5'10" and weighs a slim 145 lbs. She has permed red hair that falls to her shoulders and striking green eyes. Tonight she is wearing a floral print halter top. Her 38 D tits sway under the thin top as she walks.
Sue has long legs that are showcased in the hunter green skirt that ends at mid thigh and a pair of sexy sandals with two inch heels. The three inch space between the bottom of her halter and top of her skirt highlight a sexy stomach complete with a navel piercing. For a thirty-eight year old married mother of three, Sue is an incredibly attractive woman.
Sue hands me a beer, places the cooler under the small poolside table and sits in the lounge next to me. As she pulls her legs onto the lounge, her thighs part slightly. Her bare inner legs are incredible, but the night's darkness won't allow me to see up to her treasure.
Her smile gets even bigger as she watches me devour her legs with my eyes. As my gaze travels up her body to her eyes, she says, "In case you haven't figured it out, Lori suggested I stop over."
I'm Chris. I'm a thirty six year old father of two great kids. I'm a third generation owner of a Lumber and Building Supply Yard and am very successful.
Three years ago, my high school sweetheart and wife of twelve years, Jesse was in an awful car accident. She recovered quickly thanks to some great doctors. However, she was left addicted to pain killers.
When the pills didn't give her the relief she needed, she started to combine them with an afternoon shot of vodka. Long after the last bruises from the accident were healed, I realized I was married to an addict and drunk.
Together we tried to tackle our newest challenge. Over the last few years, Jesse has enrolled in out-patient treatment and counseling, she's been to a 30 day in-patient hospital twice. Some weeks she attends AA meetings twice a day. She's trying. I know she's trying.
Sometimes the treatment is successful for a month. Other times it doesn't last that long. I can't tell you how crushing it is, after weeks of hoping and praying for continued success, to come home and find Jesse passed out drunk.
Two weeks ago had been the last straw. I had come home for lunch and pulled into the driveway as Jesse and the kids were getting into her SUV. "We're going to the Mall," she slurs. She stumbled as she pulled herself into her vehicle.
I quickly reached into the car and took her keys. I suggested that she needed a nap. Thankfully, Jesse didn't argue. I brought the children into the house. Jack immediately ran to the video controls and Emily headed to the computer.
When I finally made my way to our bedroom, Jesse was passed out on top of the bed covers. I called work and told them I'd be out for a couple of days. My second call was to the Michigan based treatment center. As beds were available, I booked Jesse into the program. I arranged plane tickets from JFK to Detroit and a limo to the hospital.
As Jesse lay unconscious on our bed, I packed her bags. Three suitcases full of clothes. I had enrolled Jesse in her last chance program. It is a well known 365 day drug and alcohol treatment plan. If she didn't enter the program or didn't succeed, I would divorce her. I wouldn't allow her to endanger our children again.
I had tears running down my cheek as I finished the packing. Jesse has been my best friend since I was a sixteen year old high school junior. I love her and will miss her. But she needs to get herself better. We are out of options.
Two Weeks Earlier:
"You can tell your pretty wife, I'm getting upset that she doesn't return my calls," Lori Sullivan shouted as she climbed the bleacher stairs at the local Little League field.
"I'm sorry Lori," I stared, as she sat next to me. "I've been meaning to call you. Jesse hasn't been home. In fact, she's gone away for a while."
Lori, Jesse and I have been friends since high school. After dating Lori for three months in high school, she fixed Jesse and me up.
She gave me a strange look and asked, "What's that suppose to mean?"
I took a deep breath, leaned over and rested my arms along my legs. "Jesse has been admitted to an addiction program. She'll be away for a while."
Lori started to sputter in confusion.
"Lori, stop. You know Jesse has a problem. You just don't know how bad it has been. Hell, I didn't realize how bad it was. I don't want to get into the details, but we're taking care of the problem as best as we know how. Lori, she'll be gone for a year."
If I wasn't so heart broken, I would have laughed at the expression on Lori's face. Her look tore at my heart even more. I turned and stared at the game. Sensing my mood, Lori patted my back. We watched our kids finish the ball game in silence.
As we left, Lori stopped me and said, "I know you well enough to realize, you'll never ask for help. I love you guy's. And I'll be there for you.
True to her word, Lori jumped right in. Car pools were organized. Dinners mysteriously showed up at our front door. Friends and neighbors invited us to barbeques. As difficult as the time was for my family and I, I felt blessed for the support we were receiving.
One Week Earlier:
On the first Saturday afternoon after Jesse left, I received a call from Lori. "Chris, I have a favor to ask."
"Lori, I owe you a lifetime of favors. How can I help you?"
"My sister Gwen is having an electrical problem at her home. She has a $6,300.00 estimate to fix it. Since you're in the building supply business, I'm hoping you'll take a look at the job and tell her if she's getting ripped-off."
"The kids are with the Kelly's for the afternoon. If Gwen's home now, I'd be happy to take a look at it."
"You're the best Chris. I'll call and tell Gwen you're on the way."
Gwen lives in the next town. I know her as an occasional customer, but she is six years older than her sister. As a result, we didn't grow up as friends. She lives with her husband and daughter in an upper middleclass neighborhood.
The driveway was empty when I arrived. It took a minute after I rang the bell until I heard someone inside the house. The door opened a few inches and I could see Gwen peeking around the door. "Don't laugh, but I was sunning myself in the yard. I fell back to sleep after Lori called and said you would stop over." As she opened the door wider, she continued, "I'm embarrassed, but I'm in my swimsuit."
I think my jaw hit the floor when I saw Gwen. She wasn't wearing a swimsuit; she was wearing three small pieces of white cloth. Trying to hide my embarrassment, I said, "I have to say, it sure is great to see you Gwen," and we both laughed.
Gwen had always been a beautiful woman, but age just added to her allure. She is medium height and weight. She looks ten years younger than her forty five years. Her shoulder length jet black hair is tied back in a short pony tail.
I always knew her tits were big, but in the tiny white bikini top they looked mountainous. Her skin is bronzed from a summer in the sun. Her stomach is tight and leads to another small white patch over her pussy. I figure she must have shaved as the folds of her pussy are easily visible through the suits bottom.
A lame, "where's Mark?" was all I could think to ask.
"He's golfing with his buddies in Florida. Wait here, I'll be right back."
Gwen turned and headed toward the kitchen. I almost chocked when her back was to me. Her ass was perfect. The two small round globes were separated by a white string. They swayed back and forth as she walked.
My wife and I have a very active sex life. After all these years, we're still physical 3 or 4 times a week. I was pretty horny after being alone for a week and Gwen's incredible body wasn't helping things. I hoped she was putting on a beach covering.
She didn't. When Gwen returned she was carrying two open cans of Bud Light. She handed me one and said, "Follow me." Gwen led me up the stairs to the second floor. I was mesmerized by the action of her ass as she climbed the stairs in front of me. My dick was hard as wood.
I followed Gwen down the hallway and into the master bedroom. Inside the bedroom, Gwen turned and faced me. "My sister asked me to give you a message."
"She what?" was my dumb response.
With two flicks of her wrist, Gwen pulled the bows of her bikini top and let it drop to the floor. Her tits were huge and had very little sag. She had an all over tan and her nipples were hard and erect.
"I said I have a message for you from my sister." Her smile got even bigger as her hands pulled the bows on her hips and her thong bottom joined the bikini on the floor.
"The message is . . .'if you give Jesse a chance to get better, Lori will help with the kids needs . . . and, she'll help with yours.'"
I stood there stunned. Part of me wanted to run, but guess what? I didn't. Gwen walked to me, pressed her naked body against mine, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Our kiss quickly escalated. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her against my raging boner. Our tongues fought and our breathing was shallow. "Oh my fucking God," I croaked.
Gwen's smile turned into a giggle. She pulled my tee shirt out of my shorts and over my head. Her hands caressed my chest and pinched my nipples. They slid down and grabbed my cock through my shorts. "Your dick feels so big. I can't wait to feel it stretch me."
