She was my mother in law. Or she had been. After I divorced her daughter I had not heard from her for almost two months then she suddenly came to see me on my birthday. She brought me cake and a framed photo that she did not want me to unwrap until she left.
We talked for over an hour and I learned that her daughter moved away with her lover and had not called her mother since.
"I may have bitched to her too much about her cheating on you. Have you been dating?"
"Once. The woman and I just wanted company and sex. We may do that again."
"Anybody I know?"
"Yes, you do. Since high school I believe."
"You fucked Ariel? You fucked your Boss?"
"I did not tell you who I went out with."
"Wow, she is months older than me. Tell me, was she good? Is she a screamer?"
I did not answer and asked her how she and her boyfriend were getting along.
"My ex-boyfriend and I had enough of each other. I fired him the day your ex left town.
I apparently embarrassed him. He embarrassed me. I was too flirty and he was too much of a dead fish."
"I agree with both of those assessments."
She gave me one of those smiles that mean trouble.
Marlena? You are squeezing my dick."
"Yes, I know. I am just being a little flirtatious."
She gave me a wild kiss then cackled as she stood to leave. At the doorway she again wished me a happy birthday and gave me a long loving kiss.
"It's OK to visit me now. Day of night," she said with a giggle.
I walked her to her car and opened and closed the door for her. Before she drove off I leaned to her window and told her, "I am very glad you came. I have missed you."
I kissed her cheek.
Before she drove away she looked at my crotch. My cock had awakened. She smiled and left at a sane rate of speed.
I had been lecturing on her driving for years. She drove as if she assumed everyone would be out of her way by the time she got there.
She had also checked out the condition of my cock often but today had been the first time she had grabbed it.
I was sure she felt it on our kiss by my door.
That had not been the first time, or the tenth.
Her name was Marlena. She was second generation Greek and very much a woman. She colored her hair on a whim and changed colors dramatically, today she was a blonde. The last time I had seen her it was red.
She was a woman with curves, very pretty, great smile, she cackled like a witch when she laughed which was often.
She was the middle of three sisters, the insane one according to her siblings. It was obvious they adored her. She made sure that once a week they got together to gossip. Often in her swimming pool, often naked.
I had gone to her house once to see my then girlfriend and had found all three naked in the kitchen. They said hello and that my girlfriend would be back in a minute. None seemed ashamed of being naked for me.
They went back to the pool before my girlfriend got back and we quickly left.
Three years had passed since then but I could still see all three naked in my mind whenever I wanted to.
Minerva, Mini, was the oldest and tallest. She ran the family restaurant she inherited from their father.
Marlena was a CPA and she handled the money. Their little sister Alana was a mousy housewife except when around her sisters.
All three seemed to adore me and were upset when they learned I was leaving the family.
I unwrapped my present and found a print of the picture I carried in my mind; the sisters were by the pool, naked and smiling for the camera.
There was a birthday card inside that said, "Rejoin us in the family please. The three had signed it.
My ex had left the family. I could go back in.
I sent six roses to Alana and six to Mini. I sent a dozen to Marlena. My card read, "Yes. Thank you. I love you."
Alana was just three years older than me, Marlena was nine years older and Mini was sixteen years older.
I was eight years older than my ex.
I had been the gentleman my exe's family had
urged her to marry when she "came of age."
I did my best to get her to love me but she never did. The marriage lasted two years.
The guy she cheated on me with was her age and a punk. Her mother and aunts counseled her but eventually told me it was a lost cause and to divorce her.
I gave her enough money to leave town. The last anyone knew from her they were in Los Angeles.
Her mother was briefly angry with me for giving her money but understood and let it go.
I got three phone calls later that day.
Mini invited me to celebrate my birthday at her place. "Anything and as much as you like to eat and drink," she said.
I of course accepted.
Alisa called and thanked me for the flowers but asked that I admit I sent it to the wrong sister when I saw her husband. She apologized that she would not be able to make it to my party that night.
I apologized saying I did not realize things had not changed.
Marlena called me and told me she would pick me up at seven.
