Still chuckling, I suggested we get up, see about some food. We padded down to the kitchen, clothes not being necessary. Madge cobbled up sandwiches while I opened pop. We moved back out to the deck, soaking sunshine into every exposed pore of our bodies.
"Mmm...This feels so exotic, hot sun, no clothes; can we do this all the time?
"You may not like it in January, but sure, why not. We'd see any one coming up the road in plenty of time to dress. Naomi and I, and the kids too, would run around naked as jay birds from June into September. We just have to coat up the bits that haven't had much sun."
"I'll do you, if you'll do me."
"There's a deal."
We spent the rest of the day, and evening, cuddling, kissing and talking. And Saturday. And-except for a grocery run in the morning-Sunday. Sure, we took time to eat, and clean up, and shower, but if we weren't on the deck, we were in bed, and in between, showering off the sweat we generated.
***
Bogart got fed, but not by Madge. She said she wasn't going to bend over anywhere near that damn dog. He just wandered around behind her, that silly grin on his face, going 'huh, huh, huh'.
I found Madge eager for every position imaginable when it came to love making. Whether she was on top or me, on her hands and knees, or on her stomach with me sliding in from behind, she was an eager lover. Being the old guy, I relied as much-or more-on my hands, fingers and tongue to please her, as I did my cock. By Sunday afternoon we were sated, content to lie out on the deck, soaking in the sun's rays.
I had been idly looking at the deck, when it occurred to me it was looking a bit seedy. It was after all, as old as the house.
"I wonder...Madge, what would you think of a spa out here? Maybe over on the west side where it can be sheltered from the winter winds?"
"What about the rain?"
"I'm sure we could come up with a roof that would protect us, and still leave the view open to us. I have the house drawings in the office; I'll see what's possible."
In the office, I'd pulled the plans from their tube and was studying the deck details when my phone rang. Not having pockets just then, I had to search for the phone. I found it just as it stopped ringing. Checking the number, it wasn't one I was familiar with, and was about to forget about it when Madge asked from the deck if that was Jeannie?
Oops, better call back and find out.
It was. "I was afraid I had the wrong number or something. Are we still on for Monday? Can I come out?"
"Sure, but I should warn you, there have been some changes out here."
"You bedded her didn't you? I can hear it in your voice. Was she good? Were you? I want to know"
Laughing I said, "I'll never tell, but that's not what I was going to warn you about. We're running around nude, and I don't think Madge will get dressed until the first frost."
"Oh is that all? It's just that much less I'll have to pack. And I do owe you a fashion show."
"Now that I'm looking forward to. When can I look for, I mean expect, you?"
"You're near Fairfax?"
"Uh huh"
"It'll take me about an hour to get there...say about ten?"
"Ok, I'll tell Madge. See you tomorrow."
***
Sunday night we were in bed-the door closed for some reason, me slowly stroking into her pussy from behind. Her back was arched and she was pushing back against me. Dropping her head she gave a low moan and a shudder, held still. Looking over her shoulder,
Lord what a beautiful sight
, she asked if I wanted to make love to Jeannie.
"I don't know...I don't know her well enough yet. Do you want to?"
Another shudder, her pussy clamping on me, her head dropping again.
"Yes, if she does. Ever since you mentioned her touching me, she's been in the back of my mind. Oh, push like that again. I've always liked her, but there has been a 'something' around her, that kept me back a little."
"Do you want time alone with her?"
"No, hold still, I feel a small one coming...oh, that was nice. You're so good to me. No, anything we do, I want you there. No secrets. Now Finish Me.
Fuck me
."
And over the edge we went, driving into her with all my strength, her pussy holding me in its silken vise. Every muscle in my body cried for release, and then, that now familiar low, rumbling, groan rose from her throat. In response I pushed as far as I could, then froze as I erupted every last ounce of myself into her.
Finally, totally spent, we slid to the mattress. Covering her with my body, I laid kisses across her back and shoulders. I started to move, but she asked me to stay for a few minutes more. Eventually I rolled to the side, gathered her in my arms, and drifted off to sleep.
***
Monday started with an overcast sky. Not rainy, just a slow-to-burn off cover with the probability of a warm day, maybe a light breeze. I laid in bed watching a bird on the window sill, mulling over the past two weeks, amazed at the changes in my life. When I told Madge she had changes ahead of her, little did I know the changes in store for me. I went from an 'I didn't know I was lonely' widower, to the gray beard with the sexiest woman in three counties.
It finally occurred to me I was in an empty bed. Sitting up, I hadn't felt this alive since Naomi was healthy. Cares I had been carrying for years receded to the far reaches of my mind. Stretching, I reached for my clothes, then realized I didn't need them. Getting up, it was into the shower, shave, trim the beard, then on down to the kitchen where I found Madge sitting at the table, cup in hand, staring at Bogart, studiously keeping his back to her.
"Good morning," I said with a kiss, "ahh, what's going on?"
"He won't look at me. I've put his food out, but he turns his back to me."
"What did you expect? You locked him out of the bedroom."
"Yes, but..."
"Darling, he considers himself a member of the family. Give him a few hours, then offer a treat. He'll come around. Now, what's for breakfast? Ignore him."
After breakfast I was sitting in the office, going over my ideas for the spa. Bogart was next to my chair, chin on his paws when Madge came in. She ignored him, while we went over the drawing. There were some suggestions on her part, I threw in a 'what if' and as she answered, jumped. Bogart had sat up and was nudging her pocket. She just gave a small smile, and let him convince her to give up the treat.
After that, they were best friends, and she never closed a door on him. She did keep her butt covered. Just in case.
A little after ten, Jeannie came up the drive, horn blaring, shouting, "I'm here! Let the orgy begin."
Bogart was out the door like a shot to see what was what. Madge and I followed, only to find Bogart, paws up on her window edge, keeping Jeannie in the car.
"Help! Get this wolf off me!"
Laughing, Madge called Bogart to her, allowing Jeannie out of the car.
She stepped out, looking as pretty as could be. Sandals and tight shorts highlighted her legs, a loose top fluttered softly in the breeze, showing off her pointed breasts.
One of us said, "Wow." I know I was thinking it. Madge complimented her on her entrance. Taking two quick steps into Madge's arms, Jeannie kissed her fully on the lips, holding it for many more seconds than I would expect in a friendly greeting. I could hear her quietly telling Madge how much she had been missed. Madge, for her part, replied she too had missed Jeannie, then looked over at me saying, "Maybe you were right."
"About what?" Jeannie asked, looking back and forth.
"We'll explain later, welcome to our home. Don't I get a kiss too?"
"Oh yes you do! And I owe you a fashion show too. I haven't forgotten."
She jumped into my arms, wrapping hers around my neck, and planting a kiss that curled my toes. No, really, I felt my toes curl. She pulled her legs up, leaving me holding her butt in my hands. I didn't mind. Not at all.
Still in my arms, she leaned back, looked over at Madge, asking, "Can we share him?"
"Whoa girl, let's do some catching up before you try cutting in. Besides, I suspect you and I are going to have a serious convo."
"Oh all right, you can have him back.
But I call seconds
."
Tension broken. I put her down, somewhat reluctantly I must admit, and we showed her into the house. Me carrying her bags, of course. And not just one or two,
three
, and a large purse. Not that I'm complaining you understand. I was trailing two beautiful asses, being supported by four gorgeous legs. If I'd had a free hand, I'd have smacked myself just to be sure I was awake.
They stopped in the kitchen just long enough to pour coffee, then Madge led Jeannie through the house. Me? I was schlepping luggage up to what would be Jeannie's bedroom.
Having done all the work I planned on, it was back to the kitchen, then out on the deck. The morning clouds had burned off, and the air was warming nicely. I considered stripping down, but settled with just taking off my shirt. Bogart was in his usual spot, next to the chair. Life was good.
Ten minutes later, the women came bustling out on the deck, talking up a storm. Bogart looked up, groaned, and ambled to the far edge of the deck, flopping down. I picked up their conversation in mid topic, "...and Mrs. Patrick has been great to work for, but I'm still not making enough to get a place of my own. My parents have been great, never a complaint, and they love having the kids around, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind some peace and quiet."
"How old are they?"
"My parents? In their fifties. They're getting up there."
I choked on that one, Madge shot me a look, "No, the kids."
