I gotta admit that my wife Thelma and I did some serious rolling around in the hay for a few days after that incident with Charlie.
Thelma and I have been married for some 40-odd years, so we are best described as used to each other. There never has been any real hanky-panky to speak of, except once about 25 years back she caught me going into the local massage parlor.
Dang near lost my pecker over that one, wow was she pissed off for a few days! I got real sneaky after that one, I think she always knew I went in those places. Something about not having to do anything while a cutie works my stuff over is nice, I might be old but I ain't dead.
So I think Thelma just accepted that, hell, it kept me from pestering her for a piece so much. She seemed to even appreciate that.
So it was one hell of a surprise when she let Charlie suck on her big old titties, even more of a surprise when she let Charlie climb on and get a few strokes in.
Of course, when I found it funny as hell, started laughing at his skinny ass, Charlie lost his woodie and was all done, damn. That was even funnier to me.
But Thelma took a sudden interest, we had some good times for a few days, then she returned to normal.
I suppose some folks would think that what we did was awful, but hell, I am 70, Thelma is 69, and Charlie is right in there someplace. What's it going to hurt? It ain't any fun to get old and end up dead, life's pleasures are far enough between as it is without some bluenose looking down at us for getting our rocks off.
So Thelma and I get along, there isn't any real problems of any kind between us. She cooks and keeps the house, I got my Social Security check, a few bucks rolling in from some stocks and a couple of rentals, so with my life insurance she will be fine if I kick the bucket. Comfortable is the word except she keeps trying to get me to do stuff.
So I was hiding out behind the garage sucking on my pint, thinking about things. Sure enough, here came Charlie. The surprise was he was carrying a pint, now that was new. Usually he just sidled up kinda close and grabbed mine. 'Course right off I figured he was up to something.
He plopped down on the couch I kept out there, handed me his jug.
"Got my own." I told him, looking at pint of recycled snot he had in his hand.
Charlie wasn't much for spending money, I didn't drink $4 a pint whiskey much.
"Boy, that was something."
"What was something?" I answered, knowing exactly where he was trying to steer the conversation.
"Do you guys swing like that a lot?"
Swing?
"Naw, never happened before, no big deal."
"Jeez, I ain't had any for..." His voice trailed off.
I looked at Charlie, hell, he was blushing. I managed to stifle a giggle as the vision of his skinny ass poking away at Thelma, her behind a good four times the size of Charlie's popped in my head.
"Don't think Thelma has been anywhere near any other male in 50 years!"
Charlie took a tug at his pint, I have no idea how he can get that shit down.
"I was thinking...."
Yeah, I knew what he was thinking.
"Charlie, if you can talk her into it, then help yourself." I told him, having a pretty good idea that he would likely just get himself clobbered.
He was silent for quite awhile, we sat there sipping our booze and letting the hot Sun make our bones feel good.
"Hey, I found out who the girl from the beach is."
"Oh?" I was interested.
"Yea, she is married to Terry from down at the Dew Drop."
I knew the Dew Drop, hell, I think about 25% of the taverns on the planet are named that. I sneaked down there from time to time to play nickel to open cards and hide from Thelma.
Terry is a young guy, maybe 30 tops, long hair, pleasent. Homely would be the word. I just couldn't see him with a piece like that hot gal we had seen at the beach, but who knows?
"Her name is Tia."
I digested that, making a mental note to go poke around down there first chance I got.
Charlie made a couple of half hearted attempts to swing the conversation around to Thelma but I just sidestepped that. Last thing I wanted was him sniffing around her while I was off someplace. it had been one of those crazy one time deals, heat of the moment and all that shit. Thelma doesn't have very many heat of the moments, either. 40 plus years of marriage and I still ain't got a clue what sets her off most of the time.
Finally he ambled off, leaving me to my thoughts. The one thought in my head was that little Tia gal, hell, she had almost brazenly given us a show down on the beach a few days before.
I was thinking I wouldn't mind a rerun. Hell, she had laid there and opened her legs, twisted and turned to make damned sure we saw everything. Plus she was getting off on it, I recognized her beaver getting all puffed up and shiny looking. I had seen Thelma in the same state a few times, plus there had been a few other women in my life.
I took a pull at my pint, realizing I had developed a boner at the memory.
What the fuck. I got up and headed down towards the Dew Drop.
Sure enough, Terry was tending bar, I nodded and ordered a brew, sat down at the bar. Looking around, 3 people were at the corner table playing cards, one old lady sat at a video poker machine absentmindedly pushing the button.
Terry seemed happy to have someone to talk to, we lapsed into swapping tales. It was easy and friendly, once in awhile he would step over and serve a drink, then he would come right back to me.
I mentioned that Thelma and I had been married for over 40 years. He mentioned that he just couldn't imagine that, he had only been married for 6 months and it was already a struggle.
I asked him if his wife worked, he said, "Yea, Tia works at Dottie's."
