Larry Martin was the kind of guy everybody liked, one of the neighborhood "Good Guys". He was the kind of Dad who coached Little League, drove his daughter to Dance Recitals, both his kids were ice skaters and he made all the early morning drives, letting his wife Cheryl sleep in. When he bought a pool, the neighborhood kids were always welcome to come for a swim. The kind of man everyone wanted to have in their neighborhood and sang "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" to on his birthday.
He was a hard worker and worked as a mechanic at Sumner's Garage for 10 years, all the while putting himself through Night School and getting his MBA. When Gordon Sumner retired, Larry took out a second mortgage, bought the Garage and within a decade, had doubled the business and added another mechanic. He and Cheryl began living a much easier life and he was even home most nights before 6.
He and Cheryl had married young -- she had been 17 to his just-18 and their parents fought them tooth and nail on it. The young lovers would not be dissuaded -- they knew they loved each other, having grown up a block apart and that was that. Reluctantly, the Martins and the Cunninghams gave their consent -- and were almost shocked that the marriage had lasted a blissful 25 years, yielding two kids, both now in University of Berkeley in California.
He treated his wife like gold and she, him. They had everything they ever wanted -- so it was driving them both nuts trying to figure out just what the other wanted for an Anniversary present.
They were out by the pool, Larry smoking a Cuban cigar -- Larry's only vice, Cheryl enjoying a new Blush Wine a friend had recommended. Finally, Larry spoke up.
"I may go to hell for this babe, but I have no idea what the fuck to get you for our 25th. Is there anything in particular you want?"
Cheryl sighed, stretching out a lean, lanky body that was still drop-dead gorgeous at 42. She lifted her sunglasses and smiled at him, her aqua eyes sparkling mischievously as she brushed an auburn ringlet from her forehead. "I have a few thoughts, but I doubt you'd actually let me
do
any of them."
"Try me."
Cheryl took a deep breath. "Okay -- I've thought about -- just
thought
about, mind you -- your giving me permission to fuck Derek, that hunky new mechanic you hired last year."
"Really?"
Cheryl looked away. "Yes. You and I have been together so long and we were both so young -- you were my first lover and I've never had another man, you know that. I'm just kind of --
curious
and ..."
Larry looked his wife straight in those aqua eyes and said calmly "Okay Cheryl -- go for it."
Cheryl spun around and saw the expression on her husband's face, one of pure calm. "You're not serious?"
"Dead serious. You're still drop-dead gorgeous and any man would be lucky to have you. If you can get Derek to fuck you, you've got my full consent. Have you given it any thought as to how you'd go about actually
doing
it?"
"I have," Cheryl smiled brightly. "In my fantasy I take the car in for a -- tune up -- flash a little cleavage, a little leg -- drop a few subtle hints -- perhaps like
Oh, what am I going to do while the car is being looked at
? -- and see if he takes the bait."
Larry smiled. "You do have a devious mind hon, but if he takes the bait, isn't he kind-of being disloyal to his employer?"
Cheryl frowned. "Pooh. I hadn't really thought of that."
Larry rubbed his chin for a minute, then an idea came to him. "Perhaps if I let him think I was also having a fling of my own, and didn't really care what you did, he'd go for it."
"That might work -- but who would this affair be with?"
"How about Amy?"
"My sister? Why did you pick her?"
"Well, Amy's always been overly affectionate -- we get along very well whenever she visits us here or at work -- she's flirtatious in nature and she dresses real sexy -- I think Derek would buy it. Of course, we'd have to let Amy in on it. Or would that freak her out, do you think?"
"MY sister?" Cheryl laughed. "You know how unflappable she is, when she found out she was an `oops', she said she was happy to know our parents were still fucking. So, you think my sister's hot, huh?" Cheryl said, nudging her husband in the ribs.
"Not as hot as her older sister -- want me to prove it?" Larry grinned.
"Always baby -- always," Cheryl responded, taking her husband's arm and leading him upstairs to their bedroom.
Despite her initial misgivings, the plan worked like a charm. For the next few weeks, Larry made it somewhat obvious something might just be going on with his much-younger sister-in-law. She dropped by 4 times in one week for lunch, wearing something far too sexy for just a casual meal -- which is what they actually ended up having, albeit a fair distance away. The time it took to get there and back made it seem even more like something was going on.
This, in turn, made it easy for Cheryl to play her part of the poor, neglected wife when the big day came. She wore one of the sexiest, shortest skirts she owned, proud of her still-gorgeous legs and a shimmering, silver silk blouse. She opted for all-out vamp, wearing stockings and garters and a subtle perfume that, in Larry' own words, "always gets me horny". It worked on Derek rather nicely -- he couldn't take his eyes off Cheryl and he was overly familiar. She mentioned needing a cup of coffee or a cool drink, Derek took her into Larry's office -- and dropped any pretext of friendliness, swooping her into his arms, peppering her with kisses and screwing her like a horny, untamed slut for over an hour on the couch Larry kept for an occasional nap. The activity and noise of the shop covered Cheryl's screams of joy rather nicely, she later thought to herself.
"So, how was he?" Larry said at poolside the next afternoon. He knew his wife loved him, but as she'd never been with another man, his ego needed a bit of stroking.
"Not bad -- not as good as you darling, he was a bit more -- primal, perhaps? With all our time together, you know what I like -- you know all my cues and subtext, you know where to kiss me, how much foreplay I like and all my little erogenous zones. With Derek -- it was a small bit of foreplay and then, right into the main event. It was a nice experience, but I don't think I really need another man -- I found the right one for me 25 years ago!" Cheryl said as she dove into the water. While she was swimming, she was trying desperately to figure out what she could give Larry -- then it was like a bolt of lightning from the sky. She just hoped it wouldn't electrocute them both.
Larry took off early Friday, as it was the day before their Anniversary. Derek was still avoiding him, he laughed a bit and supposed he'd let Derek in on it all -- eventually. He stopped by the Florist and picked up Carnations for Cheryl, who was allergic to roses -- and made his way home. Cheryl's car wasn't in the driveway, which was rather odd. She wasn't working at her part-time job today, as far as he knew, nor was she doing her Volunteer Work at the hospital -- that was Wednesdays. She usually didn't go shopping this late in the day, so where the hell
