All sexual participants are 18+. This is fiction, I made it all up.
This will be the last chapter for a while. I have other stories to edit and publish before I return.
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Chapter 13 - Breakfast
Lynn's point of view ...
Four weeks later.
I am sitting at our small breakfast table having a coffee and toast with strawberry jelly I made in the kitchen. It's snowing outside and blistering cold. I like the large light snowflakes when they fall from the sky, it feels like Christmas. I think back to Bill and what an enchanting young man he is. I was the oldest lady there, yet he made me feel like the youngest. He does that with all the women though, it's just his nature.
My husband comes in from outside, shakes off the snow from his coat, it falls gently to the floor. He takes off his big red coat and shakes the snow out of his beard. He sits down at the table across from me. He can see me thinking.
He asks, "Thinking of Bill again?"
I blush, "I have helped so many people. Yet he is different. I can't help myself. Yes, I was thinking of him again. I am sorry dear. All four women are pregnant, he is the father of three of them. I told you about the kinky things they did playing the game I gave his mother, didn't I? The triple penetrating of the mother, and the evening of sex. That night his mom and Jane took John for a ride. In the morning Donna got mom, and the three of them (mom, Bill, and Donna) went at it for hours."
Her voice trails off, "He is an impressive young man, I am going to miss him."
My husband explains, "You know I love you. Nothing will EVER change that. This is our slow season. You can take some time off. I know you saved his life, that was cute. I also know you secretly love him a little. He is charming, any woman could fall for him.
"You know that occasionally there is more than milk and cookies waiting for me by the fireplace and I have indulged ... a few times over the years. Yet, you have never said anything. If you feel the desire to have fun, I would encourage you. Really, it's ok. I would write you a note, but he would never believe it was real."
I thought for a while, bit my bottom lip, then picked up my cell phone and made a call. Normally I would never do something like this to my husband. But this time was different. Not sure I really know why but he has somehow enchanted me. I have a need like none I have ever had. I don't know where it came from, but it needs scratching.
I hear a click then say, "Hello Bill, this is Lynn. Mind if I stop by for dinner tomorrow, I need to see you? Ok, 6:00 it is. See you then." Click.
I blush as I look at my husband, "You know I am going to fuck him and that big cock of his, right?"
My husband smirks, "You will probably fuck his two friends as well."
I laugh and playfully slap my husband's arm, "Oh Santa, I just might do that. Will I be on your naughty list this year?"
Santa replies, "All the good ones are my dear." He reaches over and kisses me. "I love you so much. Have fun, my dear."
Chapter 14 - Dinner
Bill's point of view ...
Tonight, there is a blizzard outside. We were expecting snow, possible heavy accumulation. However, unexpectedly the wind picked up and there is almost no visibility. Mom, John, Anthony, Tabatha, Jane, and Karen are all stuck downtown after seeing Disney on Ice. They are staying at a hotel that is close by. They were looking forward to meeting Lynn. Most of the staff went home before it got worse. I wanted this to be a quiet evening between close friends. However, the weather is just too bad.
I call Lynn, it rings twice, "Hi Lynn, you better stay home. I don't want you dying trying to make it here. It's a blizzard outside. No person nor beast should be outside."
Lynn laughs at me, "This isn't bad, I have seen much worse. Trust me, I will get there safe and I will be right on time. See you in a while. Bye!"
I look at Donna, "She must be crazy. Who would go out in this weather?"
Donna holds me in her arms, "I would do anything to be with you. She is like me, she knows what she wants."
I defend myself, "There is only one woman for me. I am plenty happy."
Donna laughs, "At 6:00 she will be at that door. Trust me. I bet she even has permission from her husband to be here. He must really love her."
I am surprised to hear her say that, "He loves her enough to let her fuck someone else?"
Donna smiles, "Is there any better test of love?"
Shocked, I ask, "So you are going to let her waltz in here, eat dinner, and let her fuck me on the table?"
Donna is laughing at me, "You still have not put 2 and 2 together yet, have you?"
I have no idea what she is talking about. She can see my reaction and laughs harder. Fine. I don't bother asking what I am wearing tonight. I know Donna has put something out for me to wear already. It seems I don't know how to dress, so she assists. Sadly, she is always right. How did I ever get along without her?
I shower as I think about this evening. Was Lynn coming over just to fuck me or is there something else she needs? Would Donna really let her? Would I let her? Not sure I can do that to Donna, the mother of our unborn child.
I dry off, use cologne, put on boxers, a nice set of tan slacks, a button-down dress shirt, but thankfully no tie. She allowed me to wear tube socks and sneakers. The room smells nice. There are several vases of cut flowers in the room. Is Donna expecting me to bring her to our room or is this just the staff having fun with me?
It's close to 6:00, I start walking to the front door, the porch light is already on. I can't see the street let alone the driveway. This is nuts. Why would she risk her life? We could have waited another day. Dan had a question about wine choices, Donna isn't drinking so one bottle is all we need.
The doorbell rings, Donna is at my side as we walk to the front door. I open the door and not only am I hit with the freezing air but the shock of a lifetime. In front of me is Lynn in a big heavy coat. She hugs me hard, but my thoughts are elsewhere. In my driveway in front of my house are eight reindeer and a sleigh. I would normally faint, but I am in shock.
One of the reindeer's turns his head to look at me. A tall slender man had a food bag, their all eating.
I am at a loss for words. Donna and Lynn pull me inside, so I don't catch a cold.
Lynn speaks to Donna as I am incapable of speech, "I take it he hasn't figured it out yet, has he?"
Donna has a smile on her face, "No, he is childishly innocent. The clues are there but he doesn't understand to ask the right question."
Lynn faces me, puts both her hands out to me in a greeting, "Hello young man, my name is Lynn, but you can call me Mrs. Clause. Yes, the one from up North."
I am still unable to communicate.
She pulls me into her arms and kisses me square on the lips then says, "Tonight, I am Lynn, a friend in need."
Finally, now able to move and communicate, I put my arms around her and hold her tight. Lynn, I know, I can deal with that. Logic tells me she is real, I can see her.
I whisper in her ear, "Thank you for everything," then do the most unmanly thing possible, I cry on her shoulders. Because of Lynn, I have had four weeks of pure bliss. I have my family back. Their lives are immeasurably better. My life has more meaning now. I feel complete, I am whole, I am happy.
She is unsure what to do at first but then goes with the flow and returns my hug firmly.
Dan announces in a regal, almost English voice, "Sir and madam, dinner is served."
I guide Lynn to the dining room. The table has the extensions removed, it's more intimate. I don't use china, I use depression glass for plates, bowls, serving dishes, including the rare salt and pepper shakers. It's 1920's but the fancy embossed patterns look old and I always liked the look. Somehow it goes with the house even though the house is much older.
Lynn looks at the table in awe, "Our home is more of a lodge. Nobody visits so no need for formal dinners. This is a true treat for me. The table looks amazing."
We had a calamari appetizer, a bottle of wine for Lynn and me, tea for Donna. Salads with freshly baked dinner rolls were next. Prime rib, potatoes au gratin, sautéed green beans followed. Everything is perfectly prepared by the staff who have no idea who Lynn really is, or do they? Was I the only one that is clueless?