Have you ever noticed how much work is involved, when you want others to do some work for you? Friday I called the spa company, ordering the unit I wanted. I insisted they hold it until the concrete pad was ready. They assured me it could be delivered on 24 hours' notice.
The pool company was different. They wanted their own people doing site prep, or they couldn't guarantee the pool. We compromised. They could inspect the hole before delivery.
At first they weren't happy about it, but when I said 'Big Swede', the man on the phone just laughed. "That's the guy we contract to do this. I'd just be inspecting my own crew."
Jeannie went to work at nine. Madge and I took the boys and Bogart down to the lake. No canoe this time, but they brought their rods.
We settled Madge in her spot, then wandered along the shore, looking for places to fish. The boys settled in about ten feet apart, started casting. Now that he was using his left, JD was getting about twenty yards out. Clark seemed to have a ten yard limit, so I directed him towards a grass bed to his left, and about twenty feet away. "Just drop it out there, then retrieve the way I taught you."
After a while they became bored, put the poles down, started running around. I tried keeping them away from Madge, but Bogart's romping and barking finished her meditation for the day. "Sorry about that. I'd forgotten 'bout the short attention span of youngsters."
"It's ok. That's just something we'll have to adjust to. Besides, I think I was finished."
Gathering everything, we hiked back up the hill in time for lunch.
Brady's guys had the spa site leveled, and were in the process of framing it in. They were confident we could pour concrete on Monday, if the plumber and electrician were done, and they were expected in the afternoon. Their next phase would be framing a roof, but that would wait 'til the spa was in place.
At the other end of the deck, Johansen's crew had cleared the area needed for the pool. Theirs was the more complicated job, as a hole had to be dug and excess dirt removed. They asked if we could wait for the concrete pour before bringing in an excavator. This was what these guys did-as long as the job got done, I wasn't going to get in their way.
***
While the boys napped, I took Madge to bed. We slowly undressed each other, hands lingering in special spots, caressing, touching. We had slowed in our lovemaking, but now it felt deeper, more intense. I entered her slowly, not stopping until our pelvis were pushed together. Wrapping arms and legs about me, she held me to her. 'Naomi says I should do this..."
She began a rhythmic movement within her pussy, a rippling, grasping that moved up and down my cock. There was no resisting the sensations. Without a single move on my part, I came. As I returned to awareness, I watched a flush sweep across her face and chest. Again a rippling over my cock, then quiet. She slowly opened her eyes. "I didn't know I could do that." She whispered.
"I didn't think anyone but Naomi knew how. When did you learn that?"
"This morning. She taught me. While you were with the boys."
***
Saturday, Madge's mother came up. She looked more relaxed than even a few days before. We set her up in the spare bedroom, as she was staying the weekend. Madge took her to the lake while I kept the boys busy at the house. They returned a little over an hour later, both looking quite relaxed.
After lunch I had the boys 'rest'. We sat on the deck (what was left of it) talking. Mostly it was mundane things, the everyday. She was getting to know me, reconnect with Madge. Nancy proved to be smart and insightful. She had a grasp on current affairs, an opinion on the coming elections, the ongoing wars. She suggested several web sites for the boys, including a couple that stressed learning.
In the main, we just relaxed.
Being Saturday, Jeannie didn't get home until ten. Totally exhausted, all she wanted was a small snack and sleep. We poured her into bed, then Madge and I returned to her mother. "You know if she keeps up like this, it will splinter you."
"This was the first Saturday she's had to come up here after work. And it's summer. I hate to think of December or January."
"Does she know anything about real estate? I have a friend in Buckley with an office, she may be looking for someone."
"Mom, I know real estate. I'm a licensed agent. Josh, would you mind if I went back to work?"
"I don't want to force you into anything, or keep you from something, but you do realize you'll be working weekends again?"
"That's a problem, you'd be here alone with The Dervishes. Let's talk things over with Jeannie on Monday, when she's relaxed. Maybe we'll come up with something."
***
Monday proved interesting. Brady's crew arrived at 8, the concrete at 9, and by 12, everyone was gone again. The plumber and electrician had trenched in their pipes Friday afternoon, and basically just stood by during the pour, insuring their work was ok.
Nancy called in the early afternoon. Her friend was looking for part time help, and if Marjorie called, she would be happy to set an interview. We broached the subject with Jeannie, but she wasn't receptive to quitting the shop. I understood, this was something she enjoyed.
Jeannie's mother came up the hill while the pour was going on. The boys were so engrossed in the construction, they barely acknowledged her. When the crew left however, they realized not only was she here, their bikes were on the back of her car. They spent most of the afternoon blasting around the house on their bikes. Jeannie and Mary sat on the deck, watching them going in circles, laughing. By four they were exhausted. Jeannie gave them juice, parking them in a corner of the den.
All that mad action gave me an idea. Leading Jeannie, Mary, and Madge behind the barn, I laid out a track for the boys. They could peddle to their hearts' content, and not lay a cloud of dust on the house. Three heads nodded in unison. My next project was in the works.
***
Tuesday opened with the arrival of the excavator and a dump truck. The boys could hardly eat they were so anxious to get outside. They were parked on the deck all morning, one of us staying close by to prevent accidents.
I asked the dump driver to take his first load behind the barn, explaining what I had in mind. He had three boys. Understood instantly. When I explained my plan to the track hoe operator, he said the first load would be topsoil, the hardpan farther down would go elsewhere.
Maybe it was genetic, their father being an equipment operator, but the boys ate up every move the track hoe was doing. By four, the hole was shaped. Johansen came by, asked for some adjustments, then pronounced it good. Looking at me, "Tomorrow we bring in sand, to cushion the pool. By Thursday, I should be able to set the pool in for the first fit."
"First fit? How many are there?"
"Hopefully one, usually several, I don't want any voids under it."
***
The boys went to bed early, they were exhausted once again. Bikes are good for my love life.
Madge and I took our lovely Jeannie into the den. Madge laid a comforter on the floor, I brought in wine. After only a few sips, Madge tugged Jeannie down, laying kisses over her lips and face. Soon she sat up, pulling her shirt off, then leaning forward, offering a nipple to Jeannie's waiting mouth. Lovingly, she extended her tongue, swiping across the hardening pink cone. Madge lowered herself, feeding more tit into her lover's grasp, moaning, "Jeannie, sweet Jeannie, love me..."
She swayed, moving tits across Jeannie's lips, teasing herself. When she'd had enough, Madge sat up, pulled her lovers blouse off, then tenderly began dancing her tongue from conical nipple to conical nipple, finally dropping to encompass a breast completely.
Jeannie gasped, held her breath, then exhaled with a swoosh. She pulled Madge up, kissing tenderly. They reached down, pushing shorts past knees, wiggling them the rest of the way. Fingers searching out labia. Lips upon lips, they stroked each other, drawing each higher. Pressing breast to breast, my two beauties brought the other to the brink, then eased back, to the brink once again, then over, in a tumbling climax that had them rolling side to side, fingers digging, searching for every moment of climax.
Slowly, they returned to the present, smiling over at me. They opened their arms, calling me to them, welcoming me with kisses. They pushed me onto my back, Jeannie licking and kissing my stomach, taking my cock into her mouth. Madge all over my face, kissing eyes, cheeks, kissing lips, moaning loving sounds into my mouth. She moved up, offering her tits to me, first one then the other. Very soon, her stomach slid past my lips giving me a chance to lay more kisses on her, licking her navel to bring a giggle. She lifted, straddling my shoulders, teasing my nose with the strawberry essence above me. She teased my lips, drawing her labia across them, until I closed over her. My tongue flicked out, seeking to part those delicious lips, drawing her juices, seeking more.
At my hips, Jeannie had drawn me fully into her mouth, hardening me as I have seldom been. I felt her release me, the cool air tingling my cock, then some shifting. Her legs pressed my hips, I felt a hand grasp my cock, the moisture of her slit surrounding my head. She lowered herself, causing me to moan into Madge's flowing cunt. In response, Madge ground onto my face.
