Part of this story is a retelling of a seduction and a sex scene in the previously published, "Crème Brule and Two Spoons." Unlike that story, this one is told from the perspective of Benny, the older, horny widower.
"Hey, Dad! Elena and I got us a babysitter tonight so the three of us can go out to Kelly's Bar.
They have a classic rock band playing." The 41-year-old Antonio said to his 75-year-old father, Benny.
"That's a great idea!" Benny responded. "Count me in!"
It was a wintry night in early December. The holiday season had arrived and after three years of mourning, things were finally looking brighter for Benny.
Six years ago, his wife of forty years, the love of his life, Rita, received a grim diagnosis after a battery of medical tests. Benny stayed by her side the entire time, caring for her and giving her comfort before she finally succumbed three years ago.
After she died, Benny fell into a deep depression, unsure he could face life without her. He went into near seclusion. His son and daughter worried about him, as did the many friends and neighbors he and Rita amassed over the years in their tightknit neighborhood.
But then, last summer, Antonio started a house painting business and asked his father to help him publicize it among his friends and neighbors. Benny took an interest and began advising Antonio. Soon, Benny took on a more active role, often providing estimates to prospective customers.
Anxious to help his son in his new business, Benny invited Antonio, his wife, Elena, and their son, Eli, to move out of their small apartment and in with him, so they could save on living expenses while they worked to grow the business.
That gave everyone concerned, including his family, friends, and neighbors, some piece of mind that the once hyper-active, former union bricklayer and helpful neighbor, would finally come out of his self-imposed isolation.
Then, last July, at a neighborhood summer pool party, Benny saw his neighbor Susan, a voluptuously, curvy, 51-year-old married brunette, climb out of a swimming pool. He got his first, honest-to-goodness boner in many years.
Later, at the same party, he got into a lengthy conversation with the 57-year-old, Jody, the acclaimed local artist and much younger wife of his insurance agent, Stan. Benny never cared much for Stan, a babbling blowhard he had known since childhood, but within a few minutes he had the taller, slender, Jody, with long gray hair, laughing and giggling at his silly jokes.
After all he had gone through, one could say Benny felt his mojo coming back.
Now, it was that mojo that Antonio wanted to address.
"Look, Dad." Antonio said hesitatingly. "Before we go, I need to talk to you about something."
Benny knew this speech was coming. He braced himself, figuring he might as well get it over with.
"Ever since Elena walked in on you and Stan's wife last week, we're a little freaked out! Stan's our insurance agent, you know!?"
Antonio was talking about the previous Monday afternoon, when Elena came home early from work and found Benny fucking Jody, doggy style, on the floor of his living room.
"She came home early! She should have called ahead!" Benny said, deflecting blame.
"Dad. We live here now. We have a kid. You can't behave that way."
"Okay, okay. I get it." Benny said, trying to dismiss the topic.
"Besides Dad. We're trying to build a neighborhood-based business here. You can't be hitting on the neighborhood wives!"
"You're being ridiculous, Antonio." The stubborn Benny pushed back. "Besides, Jody's going to talk to Stan about having us give them an estimate to paint their interior!"
"Really?" Antonio responded, his tone softening. "They have a big house!"
"They sure do!" Benny said, happy he successfully changed the topic.
"Well, anyway, Dad, about tonight, let's have some fun, but try to control yourself around the ladies. Okay?"
"Ha! No problem, son. You just tell the ladies to control themselves around me!" Benny responded as the father and son shared a laugh and hugged.
Benny showered before going out.
Having worked as a bricklayer since he got out of the army, the short, skinny, and bald, Benny, almost completely hairless, but for the splotchy, gray, thick, stubble on his face, rarely concerned himself with his appearance, usually opting for sweatpants and sweatshirts in chilly weather.
Given Benny and Rita met and fell in love at a Christmas party when they were in their late twenties, the holidays were still especially difficult.
Trying to get into the Christmas spirit, he put on bright red sweatpants and found a thick, old, green, woolen Christmas sweater to wear. He topped off his look, literally, with a red jeff cap that matched his sweatpants.
They ate a quick dinner and left for the bar at 8pm, arriving less than ten minutes later.
It was freezing cold as the three of them walked. Benny was undeterred, walking briskly, and determined to have a fun time. Approaching the bar, they got temporary relief from the cold when they walked by a large heat blower, by the entrance.
Facing them as they walked inside the popular old saloon with low ceilings, was a long countertop bar. To its left were the restrooms and coat check. To their right, next to the entrance, was a small corner where the band was setting up, and next to that was the entrance to a little used billiard room in which sat two dusty, old, pool tables.
The bar was quickly filling up. Antonio and Benny saw an empty table with three chairs in the bar area and waded through the growing crowd on a mission to secure it. Once there, they took off their coats and placed them on the back of the chairs. Antonio trekked up to the bar to order three light beers, while Benny stayed back with Elena and surveyed the action.
Much to Benny's delight he saw Susan, his tall, curvy, big breasted, brunette, neighbor. She was with Brad and an entire group of friends around the same age.
Over the years, her husband, Brad, faded away from the neighborhood scene, becoming more involved with his advancing law career at an exclusive firm downtown, but the smiling and friendly Susan was always out and about when the weather got warm.
"I would love to bang Susan!" Benny thought to himself as he watched her talk to her friends.
Benny never harbored such lust for Susan while Rita was alive. It only began last summer when he saw her in that wet bathing suit. He knew that he had no shot with the conservative, strait-laced beauty, but had lately been jerking off to the idea, anyway.
"Here you go, Dad." Antonio said as he returned and handed beers to Elena and Benny.
Benny was never much of a drinker. While he enjoyed a single beer when he went out, that was always his limit.
The band began playing and the three of them could hardly hear each other talk. Benny stood up, letting his beer sit, as he walked a few steps to the small open area of the bar, in front of the band, and began dancing by himself to the old hit.
