After the fiasco with Erin, a.k.a. Songbird, it had taken months for life to return to normal. True to her word my wife was making an effort to give me more pussy, much to my delight.
I thought there would be a lot of animosity between my wife and Erin but to my wife's credit she took it in stride, having to see Erin most Sundays at church, and Erin and I singing together now and then.
I made a very concerted effort to keep my eyes off of Erin and purposefully sat to the right of my wife so she could see if my head should turn in Erin's direction. The only chance I had to actually look on her pretty face was when she was leading the congregation. I made sure my wife was near whenever I talked to Erin, in person or on the phone.
As always though, I continued my friendly and ribbing relationship with Hope, exchanging glances and talking to her whenever I could. It had been over a year since we had been intimate.
Hope was funny in that she at times could appear distant, moody or in a daze, making me think that I had said or done something. She rarely confided in me about life in general - family and such - unless I asked her directly. Many times I would learn things by listening to her open up to the choir ladies, unlike Erin who would tell me her troubles any time the opportunity presented itself, before and after our affair and she seemed to appreciate my concern and guidance. I always thanked her for her trust.
When Hope was in one of these moods and are eyes met, her looks were vacant. At these times, I usually let time take its course and then, the next time I saw her, Hope would be Hope again.
Early one morning, Sunday, after the early service I arrived at church and as usual found Hope in the sanctuary. I greeted her and we hugged as she sat at the organ. I asked, ""Are you doing good, Sugar." In due course, she told me about her upcoming anniversary and three-day trip to the mountains of Virginia. I was a bit put off because Wednesday choir practice was going to be counseled due to her trip and jokingly told her so.. She also told me about their vacation plans coming up the next month - Boston as usual where Andre's kin lived. She did not appear to be excited about either trip. I told her, if we did not talk later, to have a good anniversary, to be safe, and that I would miss her.
A little after the conversation she left the sanctuary and I sat in the back of the church watching the early service, music director, John, sort through his music on the stage. Hope, after some minutes, returned to the sanctuary and started to walk back towards me. Her peripheral vision picked up John on the stage causing her to make an about-face. She left the sanctuary again and soon John departed. Hope returned and I watched her, again, walking across the sanctuary seemingly in a daze towards the piano. She did not look in my direction. I knew something was up with Hope.
With the two of us alone in the sanctuary I listened to her practice for about 20 minutes. A musical prodigy she was quite good and the music was very moving.
When two ladies entered the sanctuary Hope stopped playing and I hollered across the sanctuary a thank you, telling her I did not expect a concert this morning. She said, seemingly to talk to the ladies, that she had tried to get her husband, Andre, to play the trumpet with the choir but he had put her off. Her tone was a depressed, sad sound indeed!
I thought about her, which I did quite often of course, through the week as I did not see her until the following Sunday. I went looking and found her in the choir room. I sat down at the back of the small room without speaking as her back was turned and she had not seen me yet. She soon turned.
"Hello, Jedediah." She said upon seeing me. Her tone neutral.
"And how is Miss Hope this fine Sunday morning?" I asked. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Was her simple answer.
A male member of the church stopped by the door and stepped in a few feet, asked Hope a question, which I don't remember, the question or the answer, then, thanked her and began to close the door as he left.
"James!" I said sternly catching his attention. "Please, leave that door open if you would."
"Sure! Sure! No problem." He replied, and I felt that he had caught the gist of my concern with being in a room with a woman that was not a relative are such. He left.
Hope walked the length of the room and shut the door.
"Thank you Jed." She said quietly approaching the chair in front of me and sitting down. "I appreciate your concern."
"Are you going to tell me why you are acting like someone shot your dog?"
"We didn't make love." She said in a near whisper. "We had a beautiful room in the mountains - a wonderful dinner - a fireplace - a whirlpool! He said he was tired. I had on new laced bra and panties that would take your breath away! And he said he was tired."
I could not help it you understand, but my mind went to the scene of Hope standing in the middle of a motel room showing Andre her new outfit. I knew she liked full style panties. What a sight that must have been, those panties on her broad ass. I found it hard to believe Andre had passed! But I always found Andre boring as hell.
"Well, you know us old guys. We do get tired sometimes." I said, trying not to make too light of the situation.
"I know one person who would never be so tired he could not at least eat my pussy." She said as low as she could and me still hear. She was not smiling.
"That seems like a life time ago, sugar." I sympathized. "The weekend is not over! There is still tonight?"
"Not on his life! He knows I'm mad at him." She retorted.
"That's one way to make sure you don't get any loving!" I returned sarcastically. "Now, are you feeling better that you have gotten that out of your system? Can we please open that door now?"
I was really quite concerned my wife might happen by.
"What the hell, Jedediah!" Hope seethed with a distressed tone. "What do I have to do - sit my ass on a silver platter for you?"
"Yes, under the circumstances, I suppose you do." I returned with concern, maybe even disbelief in my tone.
"Arrange it dammit!" She commanded. "A weekday - just tell me when and where."
Hope reopened the door returned to her normal place at the front of the room, just a minute before the choir members started entering the room for practice.
I sat there studying the 51-year-old Hope, thinking, it would probably be easier to set up the meeting than to try to talk her out of the nonsense. There was no question my desire for her was still there. Unlike Andre, I never let a lady go wanting. Things were more complicated than Hope knew!
In the mix, was my wife forgiving me for my dalliance with the cute, sexy and young Erin, and doing her best to give me more pussy, and now officially married Hope wanting to renew our clandestine sexual relationship - a relationship with an older woman my wife, I knew, would never forgive.
I had had a long lasting erection with Hope the few times we fucked over a year ago. My health had changed. I had pill-ed up with Erin without any complications with my other prescriptions, but, without the pills, my wife was more than happy with a 15 or 20 minute erection satisfying my desire to be inside her, then, giving her an orgasm without the rigors of passionate intercourse. I cheated death, I figured, but did not want to push my luck.
The question now was, do I approach the situation without the pills, showing Hope that were sexual consequences for having a preference for the older man. Would Hope accept the same approach I had with my wife? THEN, there was no way in the world I could keep up a long sexual relationship with Hope. If I did, there was no way in hell it would remain secret and a dalliance with an older woman would never be accepted by my wife. Erin's youth had not threatened her.
After church services, I told my wife I needed to shake someone's hand. The congregation had pretty much cleared out and as I passed the organ I whispered to Hope to call me.
